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January 26 th
It’s hard to know where to begin. The past few days I have learned more about myself than I have in the past ten years. My parents, whom have been on my mind frequently as of late, were the founders of the TDU. So I was told by a man I met in Rohania. It’s hard to know how he knew me, or if there is truth to the words he spoke, but I can’t help but wonder if there is.
This information is not all that has changed my life. No, my life has been changing in many other ways as well. I have fallen for someone I know I shouldn’t love. A woman named Lana that works in the same department. And if this isn’t complicated enough, I have come to find her supervisor has fallen for her as well.
For as long as I ca n remember now, I have believed my parents were killed by a bomb in the beginning years of the Biomass Revolution, when the TDU first rose up against the young Tisaian state, and now all of this has changed.
If the CRK really did kill my parents , I’m not sure what I’ll do. How can I continue to work for a State that killed my parents?
The predicament I find myself in now is one I’m not sure I’m prepared to face. As the years have gone by, my life has become one never-ending routine. And now, when something finally challenges me, I’m afraid I lack the courage to stand up for what I know to be true and just. If this burden wasn’t enough, I now have to think of Lana. She is what I have grown to care about most. After only spending a short amount of time with her, she gives me a hope I have never felt in life.
Spurious rested his pen on the table and gazed out the window. The two crows were gone, their white droppings the only evidence they had ever existed. In the distance he could see the eerily opaque images of skyscrapers, shredded and torn by the fiery blasts of the nuke that hit miles away. He never understood why the State didn’t have them demolished; perhaps it was a reminder to the citizens of how lucky they were to have survived.
He groaned and walked over to one of the AI portals. He certainly didn’t feel lucky.
“Anya, I want you to tap into the SGS mainframe and see if you can find any information about the first years of the Biomass Revolution.”
The portal lit up and a blue hologram of Anya appeared in front of Spurious.
“Spurious , you know most of that information is classified; in fact, I doubt I’ll be able to find anything at all.”
“Just do your best,” he replied, making his way over to his loft and plopping himself down on the soft bed.
“Sir, why are you interested in this information?”
Spurious rolled over and stared at her hologram. Her voice was feminine, but firm. He didn’t want to make her suspicious; she had the power to ruin his life if she thought he wasn’t patriotic.
“It’s for one of the tunnel projects I’m working on, but don’t worry about it,” he lied.
A bead of sweat crawled down his forehead as he waited for her response.
“ Very well. Is there anything else I can do for you this evening?”
Spurious shook his head and closed his eyes. He couldn’t escape the scrutiny of the State or the laws and the Knights that enforced them. They were all tools the government used to keep him obedient. But he was sick of being a sheep—sick of being compliant.
As the lights dimmed and darkness carpeted the small room, Spurious decided it was time for a change.
Chapter 2: Scorpions
“All warfare is based on deception.”
~Sun Tzu, The Art Of War
Time : 10:40 p.m. January 26, 2071
Location : The Wastelands
Night was Obi’s favorite time in his day. It was, for the most part, the only time he had any peace, if you could call it that. During the day his unit moved about the outskirts of the great Tisaian walls, scavenging for weapons and food buried by the never ending dust and ash from the Biomass Wars. When he wasn’t training or looking for his next meal, he was telling jokes and
January 26 th
It’s hard to know where to begin. The past few days I have learned more about myself than I have in the past ten years. My parents, whom have been on my mind frequently as of late, were the founders of the TDU. So I was told by a man I met in Rohania. It’s hard to know how he knew me, or if there is truth to the words he spoke, but I can’t help but wonder if there is.
This information is not all that has changed my life. No, my life has been changing in many other ways as well. I have fallen for someone I know I shouldn’t love. A woman named Lana that works in the same department. And if this isn’t complicated enough, I have come to find her supervisor has fallen for her as well.
For as long as I ca n remember now, I have believed my parents were killed by a bomb in the beginning years of the Biomass Revolution, when the TDU first rose up against the young Tisaian state, and now all of this has changed.
If the CRK really did kill my parents , I’m not sure what I’ll do. How can I continue to work for a State that killed my parents?
The predicament I find myself in now is one I’m not sure I’m prepared to face. As the years have gone by, my life has become one never-ending routine. And now, when something finally challenges me, I’m afraid I lack the courage to stand up for what I know to be true and just. If this burden wasn’t enough, I now have to think of Lana. She is what I have grown to care about most. After only spending a short amount of time with her, she gives me a hope I have never felt in life.
Spurious rested his pen on the table and gazed out the window. The two crows were gone, their white droppings the only evidence they had ever existed. In the distance he could see the eerily opaque images of skyscrapers, shredded and torn by the fiery blasts of the nuke that hit miles away. He never understood why the State didn’t have them demolished; perhaps it was a reminder to the citizens of how lucky they were to have survived.
He groaned and walked over to one of the AI portals. He certainly didn’t feel lucky.
“Anya, I want you to tap into the SGS mainframe and see if you can find any information about the first years of the Biomass Revolution.”
The portal lit up and a blue hologram of Anya appeared in front of Spurious.
“Spurious , you know most of that information is classified; in fact, I doubt I’ll be able to find anything at all.”
“Just do your best,” he replied, making his way over to his loft and plopping himself down on the soft bed.
“Sir, why are you interested in this information?”
Spurious rolled over and stared at her hologram. Her voice was feminine, but firm. He didn’t want to make her suspicious; she had the power to ruin his life if she thought he wasn’t patriotic.
“It’s for one of the tunnel projects I’m working on, but don’t worry about it,” he lied.
A bead of sweat crawled down his forehead as he waited for her response.
“ Very well. Is there anything else I can do for you this evening?”
Spurious shook his head and closed his eyes. He couldn’t escape the scrutiny of the State or the laws and the Knights that enforced them. They were all tools the government used to keep him obedient. But he was sick of being a sheep—sick of being compliant.
As the lights dimmed and darkness carpeted the small room, Spurious decided it was time for a change.
Chapter 2: Scorpions
“All warfare is based on deception.”
~Sun Tzu, The Art Of War
Time : 10:40 p.m. January 26, 2071
Location : The Wastelands
Night was Obi’s favorite time in his day. It was, for the most part, the only time he had any peace, if you could call it that. During the day his unit moved about the outskirts of the great Tisaian walls, scavenging for weapons and food buried by the never ending dust and ash from the Biomass Wars. When he wasn’t training or looking for his next meal, he was telling jokes and
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