The Great Feeder

The world went mad in the late 2020's.

The changes started subtly. Freakish events that seemed unexplainable. 

Global warming had finally become undeniable.

 Before the world went insane Quincy Bordeaux was just a kid with a high IQ and low motivation.  Although blessed by a genius level intelligence Quincy was awkward, distant, he didn’t make friends easily. The solitary young man never cared much for the company of other human beings. The young teen loved his parents, his medical marijuana, and the family dog, in that order.

Quincy’s family had history. The Bordeaux family lived in the same corner of Louisiana for over 500 years. The Bordeaux family was French Cajun and could trace their bloodline and the bloodlines of the family pet back to Franch. They had been living in their old plantation house since sugar cane became a Louisiana staple.

At 15 Quincy had been offered scholarships to colleges across the U.S. It was the early 2030’s and society was still pretending that the world had not gone completely crazy. In the interest of survival Colleges and school still churn out scientists to attempt to fix the impending doom. Science soldiers.

After getting his doctorate in duel sciences by 18 Quincy returned to his hometown. He had learned a lot about his choice of sciences, he also had learned that friends were a liability. His only friend in college, where they were divided into teams working on trying to preserve the rapidly disintegrating planet, had stolen Quincy's fertility plans and engineered the super Kudzu. The same Kudzu that later attacked and devoured cities and rural landscapes alike.

When things went from slightly bad to downright dangerous Quincy Bordeaux would not have been on anyone's most likely to survive list.  

Bordeaux’s peers go on to aid in humanity's last ditch effort to survive; Not Quincy he grew his own cannabis and buried himself away.

All over the world people were beginning to disappear. Seeming to just be sucked underground. In times past you would have called for a missing person’s investigation in these new crazy times anyone missing was assumed to be dead.

When Quincy's parents came up missing he suffered a psychotic break. The solitary young prodigy chose to move out West. To disappear

 Their estate gave the young man enough to move away from everything and everyone.

Quincy establishes a small ranch. Just him and the family dog.

While money was still usable Quincy started the cannabis farm that would later save his life. The fertilizer that created the virulent Kudzu strain has an incredible effect on those plants. Plants, that he baby’s and treats like treasured family members. The mutated marijuana is mentally neutering him and he doesn’t realize it.  He loves his plants and with a rudimentary intelligence dawning in them they love him as well.  Which is why they rescue him from the Kudzu.

Television and internet no longer exists. So he hasn’t heard the news that animals are becoming sentient. Yet he doesn’t question it when his family’s Jack Russel Terrier begins to converse with him. He simply feels that now he has someone to talk too.  His dog Phydeaux the Canine, leaves for long periods of time only sometimes coming by to chat.They talk for hours in front of Quincy's fire place. The Canine pieces together his lineage in these conversations.

Unbeknownst to Quincy the brave dog is also keeping him safe. Years pass and Quincy uses his brilliance and his Plant science and animal husbandry degrees to grow better marijuana and extend his beloved dog’s life span. His adjustments to “Phydeaux the canine’s” DNA aid in the future longevity of an entire species.

It wasn’t his intent to strengthen the entire race, He did it because he couldn’t stand to lose his only friend.

The barnyard science curry’s favor with the other sentient animals. Enough so that they leave the tasty looking human to his own devices.

As more and more human beings are killed or come up missing Quincy takes no note. He kept eating the food that somehow always seemed to get tangled up in his Cannabis farm, his plants keeping him supplied with fresh meat. The former family dog spends most of his days close to Quincy’s home. The now much larger Terrier tired, scarred, and timeworn. Phydeaux's sons take on the bulk of the task of protecting the now thoroughly crazed man.

He always shares his haul with the mutated Terrier clan. The Clan Elder tells them to protect the man because he is faithful, because he is a Great Feeder. The Elder Phydeaux dies shortly after the Simians and the Whales have abandoned their mother planet. Phydeaux’s eldest son takes the job of protecting the feeder. His brother’s Nephews and Nieces and in time his own sons battle the insects that are pouring from beneath the planet surface. Phydeaux the 2^nd doesn’t leave Quincy’s side. He buries the bones as the last man on earth breathes his last. His son Phydeaux Canine the 3^rd buries his father alongside the human’s remains. The human’s name is forgotten as the Canine race makes its exodus from the world that is now dry, dying, and soon to be overrun by seven foot cockroaches.

Quincy’s deeds, and the words of the elder still resonant Eons after. His story has changed as stories do. No one remembers the name Quincy Bordeaux They remember the legend of the great feeder a legend blown out of proportion with time. He goes from simply being the one who gave them the means to live longer lives to the one who actually created life. From being a man who loved his childhood friend to a deity.  The legends separate Quincy from the rest of humanity. The rest of the race has become unimportant. They become regulated in memory to servants of the Great Feeder “The Faithful” is what the human beings who provided for them and cared for their needs are known as.

The entire pack all of the breeds and types have been given the teachings of the Elder.

The descendants of that Elder have gone on to battle the scourge of the Cockroach Empire. They hold positions in the canine government they're great dogs.

His namesake Phydeaux KaKnine is the Grand Admiral in service to the king himself.  The highest ranking dog in the Royal Canine Marine Corps.

Admiral Phydeaux is not what you would call religious, in fact he isn’t so sure he believes in the Great Feeder.

 It doesn’t stop him from invoking the name in a curse.