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sour in my mind, “everyone marked themselves in the same way, with piercings and tattoos, so we were all still just following the herd, deluding ourselves that we were individuals, somehow different or special.”
“We are your superiors in every way,” giggled Andrew. “I’m better, I’m better, I’m better than you!”
“Yet, any sense of responsibility and morality you ever had was whittled away by colleagues, peer pressure, greed, your lust for money and power. Don’t you realise that you bought into a false reality just as I bought into mine? We are all in cages. We can’t escape.”
“Alphas aren’t in cages!” shrieked Andrew in shock. “We control the world!”
“But the system controls you,” I said gently. “I brought down the Vine Corporation but another company has taken its place. Get rid of the chief executive? The deputy chief executive will continue with the same policies and agendas. Get rid of the entire board of directors? Any new board coming in will work within the structure left behind by the old board. The system will never change. New people follow existing structures, like ants running along a tunnel, never changing, merely supporting.
“You see the circle we’re all caught in?” I asked. “We’re all trapped, Andrew. It’s just that some cages are more comfortable than others.” I realised I too was trapped. I would never be able to get away because everywhere was the same.
“I’m not in a cage, you are,” burbled Andrew, his fractured mind stuck in a groove.
He was right, of course. I was in a cage. I dreamed of the revolution but the dream was actually somebody else’s. I just parroted it. In any case, the revolution was a lie.
Even when I thought I was being truly free, such as when fucking Clare and Kyle in jail, I was buying into someone else’s vision of freedom, one that satiated their gratification. I swapped one box for another, one that stated that sexual freedom and freedom of the body is liberation, but in the end, I was still only doing what others believed. I sold myself cheaply for an illusion of power. What did we achieve in that cell? A few moments’ pleasure. After that, nothing had changed. We were still locked in, still telling ourselves that the revolution was coming, that all would be well… and neither Kyle nor Clare even bothered to ask my name.
Andrew was as bad, just in a different way. He kept his head down, let people do what they wanted without protest even though he knew it was wrong, in the hope that he could climb the corporate ladder and achieve the goal he had been conditioned to want–gain power and make lots of money, for money means you are a success.
The fact remained that we had both bought other people’s values and called them our own. We were still in cages, but we made the cages ourselves, locked ourselves away inside, thinking we were free.
“That’s why we all turn inward in the end,” I mused out loud. “You’ve turned inward to madness. I’m using my new tech to make my own reality. It’s really nothing more than an extension of what you used to do as you climbed the corporate ladder and what I used to do with my body modifications.
“You should go home, Andrew. Your mother is worried about you.” Turning, I left that darkened place behind.
Chapter Sixteen
I I lay on my side on the king-size bed. A dark, gentle, red light from the ceiling spilled down, making the bedroom soft and seductive. I had my Wi-Fi uploader relaying the three hundred or so channels directly into my mind. The three hundred channels were also playing on the home movie screens that covered the walls, the latest in multi-rotational home cinema entertainment.
Wrecker, my boyfriend, walked slowly toward the bed. I turned off the entertainment channels. This was entertainment enough for both of us. We could exist in each other’s company with no outside distraction in our secluded flat. All we needed was each other. We could
“We are your superiors in every way,” giggled Andrew. “I’m better, I’m better, I’m better than you!”
“Yet, any sense of responsibility and morality you ever had was whittled away by colleagues, peer pressure, greed, your lust for money and power. Don’t you realise that you bought into a false reality just as I bought into mine? We are all in cages. We can’t escape.”
“Alphas aren’t in cages!” shrieked Andrew in shock. “We control the world!”
“But the system controls you,” I said gently. “I brought down the Vine Corporation but another company has taken its place. Get rid of the chief executive? The deputy chief executive will continue with the same policies and agendas. Get rid of the entire board of directors? Any new board coming in will work within the structure left behind by the old board. The system will never change. New people follow existing structures, like ants running along a tunnel, never changing, merely supporting.
“You see the circle we’re all caught in?” I asked. “We’re all trapped, Andrew. It’s just that some cages are more comfortable than others.” I realised I too was trapped. I would never be able to get away because everywhere was the same.
“I’m not in a cage, you are,” burbled Andrew, his fractured mind stuck in a groove.
He was right, of course. I was in a cage. I dreamed of the revolution but the dream was actually somebody else’s. I just parroted it. In any case, the revolution was a lie.
Even when I thought I was being truly free, such as when fucking Clare and Kyle in jail, I was buying into someone else’s vision of freedom, one that satiated their gratification. I swapped one box for another, one that stated that sexual freedom and freedom of the body is liberation, but in the end, I was still only doing what others believed. I sold myself cheaply for an illusion of power. What did we achieve in that cell? A few moments’ pleasure. After that, nothing had changed. We were still locked in, still telling ourselves that the revolution was coming, that all would be well… and neither Kyle nor Clare even bothered to ask my name.
Andrew was as bad, just in a different way. He kept his head down, let people do what they wanted without protest even though he knew it was wrong, in the hope that he could climb the corporate ladder and achieve the goal he had been conditioned to want–gain power and make lots of money, for money means you are a success.
The fact remained that we had both bought other people’s values and called them our own. We were still in cages, but we made the cages ourselves, locked ourselves away inside, thinking we were free.
“That’s why we all turn inward in the end,” I mused out loud. “You’ve turned inward to madness. I’m using my new tech to make my own reality. It’s really nothing more than an extension of what you used to do as you climbed the corporate ladder and what I used to do with my body modifications.
“You should go home, Andrew. Your mother is worried about you.” Turning, I left that darkened place behind.
Chapter Sixteen
I I lay on my side on the king-size bed. A dark, gentle, red light from the ceiling spilled down, making the bedroom soft and seductive. I had my Wi-Fi uploader relaying the three hundred or so channels directly into my mind. The three hundred channels were also playing on the home movie screens that covered the walls, the latest in multi-rotational home cinema entertainment.
Wrecker, my boyfriend, walked slowly toward the bed. I turned off the entertainment channels. This was entertainment enough for both of us. We could exist in each other’s company with no outside distraction in our secluded flat. All we needed was each other. We could
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