The hoodwink, at last, came off. I looked around, at first unable to distinguish detail from the unending brightness.
As my eyes adjusted, the shapes around me resolved into the pale, dark, and tan skin tones of hundreds of nude humans. All moved about the placid field on all fours, and all wore a collar around their necks. They grazed contentedly.
It was then I felt the first shock from the collar around my own neck, and as I convulsed in the grass, heard the monotone warning from the collar’s speaker: “We do not stand on two legs here.”