Empire's Advent

Author’s note:

“This story was inspired by the collapse of the Roman Empire. Historians claimed that its reliance on slave labor was conducive to its economic plummeting”

In a world where dreams equated reality, young marshal Josephine (better known as Josie) dreaded her prophesying abilities. Amid her envisioning, she received news that her next sponsorship would be to the ‘User Interface’, a place she wasn’t adept at. She envisioned it as a pitch black screen where she’d be interrogated by her daunting fears. After all, she’d memorized the book of edicts since the age of 4 despite knowing what she indulged in was the aftermath of joint traditionalist men comprising the population of tyranny.

‘Una Conversion’

In rotation 1, Josie was met with a lady trapped in her own body. Her features were unattainable to her viewers. This anonymous intruder had a noticeable lean perhaps due to their slenderness. The nameless figure’s towering height seemed to intimidate Josie to the point of her snoring. Hearing herself in slumber, she quickly shrieked ‘Josephine!’

‘Lanky’ she uttered as she overheard her overseers critiquing her every wavelength of speech. Internal Josie shuttered as she was hit by a nostalgic reminder of her boundaries. It reaffirmed Josie of her suppressed vision of becoming a model. Of course this couldn’t take the merest slight of one (vision). Her overseers reckoned that Josie could become the next prodigy. They bragged to the Feebles in District/Village B of how ‘assignee’ spent most of her day ‘sleeping’, yet managed to repeatedly earn higher marks than their ‘kind.’

Meanwhile, there was a divided subjugated people back home who’d been waiting on General Admin’s permission to meet alas.

All they’d known was ‘ambassador.’ That was until Josie showed up. A people of 7 continents: The tart, the fairy, the Egypt, the gate, the seaweed, the user interface and the System, the naysayers chose their leaders, according to the forbidden black book. Besides the fact that the counterparts stood alike each other, Josie rectified that they were different breeds. As she walked through village b aka ‘seaweed’, she displaced her lumbar vertebrae just enough to spot a trespasser on the land, a feeble. Feebles had a notorious role image for disrupting homeostasis by ‘shifting weight from the planet to the ‘system.’ On the way to her daily laundry fix, she quickly witnessed a fellow’s attempt to reach the line to dry their clothes. Her standards flopped as she realized mid-pace that her deed would infringe edict dwarf section v. reading, ‘everyone is equipped, capable, self-sufficient. Scan below to confirm your agreement.’ Despite it sounding like a fixed contract, Josie knew her stay here was limited and it would only be 34 micros (μ) until her next rotation. Her said $120,000, a rather surprising and benevolent gesture of her overseers transposed a balance of 20,000. Josie had yet to encounter the automatic discount as non-feebles in a feeble-ran world.

Staring back at figure A, Josie scrutinized her peculiar habits; ‘why is she holding her head?’ The walls surrounding ‘anonymous’ seemed to crumble into granite as an untimely silhouette dragged the victim out of view. Now, Josie stared into a gray prosaic room. How hadn’t the portal been disconnected yet? Was this an attack from the system? ‘It couldn’t be’ she thought. She dared not even think of the nefarious place..or was it a machine? Typically she ignored the anonymity, but tonight her inquiry was fanatic. But before she could stimulate a replay of her recurring vision, she was abruptly taken to a new site.

What deemed a better, more pleasant sight was Rotation 2. The invisible balance recorded “18,000.” It featured a young girl at the age of 9 whose overseers had run the Cheesecake business and even 5 years later, upheld the title of the richest feebles. Josie chuckled (lightly) at her innocence. She joked about her dogmatism; ‘Once again, us ‘feebles’ have taken home the trophy.’ If she’d only known. An indiscreet impulse, her eyes barged open like the doors in which the young girls’ swung. She was living her dream.

Bilocation was new to Josephine. She believed it to be a result of her ‘wake-deprivation’: equated it to an illusion.

Much to her discomfort, Rotation 3 came just days later as her screen displayed a tan male just about her age with a hole ¾ ths down his face. And for the first time, she felt vibrations on the ground that summoned her to the floor. The boy wrote on the screen as if it was obvious: ‘c-a-r-t-i-l-a-g-e.’

Observing this, Josie saw him as an immediate threat. He kept adjusting the hole on his face as if wanting to communicate something. He also had a peculiar feature above his perfectly formed jawline. ‘Communication’ according to section 6 of The Untouchable Edicts fancied there to be no such thing.

Josie kept on her research. Through the night, her face seemed to be throbbing. With emotions no short of rage, she noticed that he’d subjected her to a clone of himself. This type of clone was different from the ones residing in the Seaweed. Whereas clones here had to maintain a distance of intangibility, worked for the same authority and knew the same things, his vantage point accessed physical appearances.

The fourth and what she hoped to be the final rotation chilled her spine for a second. Despite her many attempts to pry her eyes open, her body refused. It was as if her cornea had telepathically convinced her eyelid to become its blanket. Josie’s newly discovered ability was conditional. The story began as she mocked his entire aura moving what she later discovered to be a mouth, a feature of hers that dissipated over the years. She paid it no mind, but now Josie desired a consultation. 14,000.

Taking a break from her sisyphean task, Josie prepared for a social event in her village. Her overseers had only gotten the news mailed to them that it was located in Rotation 5, where her next outing would occur. and was enlightened to see the fellow boys that’d trespassed into her dreams were currently in a fist fight.

It was no longer than a blink that she recognized the two had mysteriously separated. Distance was always enforced.

Back with her overseer, Josie continued in a catharsis. Rotation 6 & 7 were a blur.

In her recollection, the appearance of ‘d-i-s-o-r-d-e-r’ rang a bell. Image is all Josephine knew. She was just growing familiar to embracing

Ultimately, this preemptively initiated the Disorder, a group that would later become an officialdom. Particularly, they’d be notorious for its rigidity and absence of expanding. They’d claim the ‘chosen’ were chosen and it had no purpose of accepting outsiders.

Currently, she’d got hold of her overseers’ files. One read, ‘Roxann’s associations: factory’ which she quickly summed up to be the girl in her purgation that seemed not a day over 300 micros. Below her association, Josie read her address aloud saying ‘Habitat 147’, a Feeble’s residence. Exiting her own habitat, she anticipated her overseers’ suspicion. To her confusion, Roxann had already found her. ‘A feeble’ she denied, in disgust. Without anything besides gestural communication, the two set off to recruit the next members of their revolutionary.

Time flew by amid them unraveling the puzzle. ‘We’re hybrids” Josie silently cheered. She was met with 5 confused faces. Where was the $120,000? They brushed it off.

During the takeoff, they joked about what it would be like as C.E.Os of ‘The Disorder.’ What they had yet to find out at the smited consultation was that their dream jobs aligned to just what they were running from. Read as follows: Josie the Safe-Guarder, Roxann a Youth Counselor, Joseph infamous for Salutations, Price best at Talking, Geoff an aspiring Engineer & Malcolm the Moderator.

It spelt ‘S-Y-S-T-E-M.’ Short-lived victory was the result given that disunity was the measure at the very bane of each other’s existences. Will they persist off a whopping $8,000?

Author’s Closing Note

I believe one quote that demonstrates itself throughout this passage as prevalent, but not quite true is as follows: “Treat a man as he is and he will remain as he is” adding,“treat a man as he can and should be and he will become as he can and should be.” Through the telling of high fantasy, the audience is able to witness & identify a distinct border around experiences and that of expectations. Specifically, we witness the trauma of 7 individuals who have grown so accustomed to a distorted, yet ‘livable’ society that when they do exercise free-will they perform it to the extent of harm, clearly internalizing them. If one succumbs to another’s vision of them or to the longevity of their conditions, they’re subject to living hopelessly.Though, if one has their own, they often are left in a fantasy world. Unfortunately, we live in a time when people are easily strayed, influenced, failing to influence and oftentimes, don’t have the answers. This is because ethics are not prone to simplicity. Rather, sure is that living by unwanted expectations is narrow-minded and is subject to change if one takes on the pursuit of life and liberty.

References: quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson