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Saturday, September 1, 2012

—Somnia Act 1: 1

Here is a new story that I have been working on for a while now. As like the others, if this gets enough views and people wishing to hear more, I will continue to post more. 

Act I: in 

It's an odd world we live on nowadays. You could walk any direction for a several feet or so and you could live your life in a new adventure. You could be a stranger in a strange land but no one would think any different of you. I find it funny to think that anyone could get lost if they just made one wrong turn down a alleyway just on the sole fact that is something you haven't seen before. 

When I was young I remember reading through a book of old proverbs; one always stood out to me. 'If a wise man chooses his own path he would never be lost in the mazes of his mind but if a foolish man follows he would only be attempting suicide.' Suicide. That word was unfamiliar me, I have never heard of such a word before so I got up to speak to one of my elders. 

'Where did you hear such a word child?' The Elder yelled at me in a deep raspy voice.

'It was in this book here sir. A book of sayings of great men in the past.' I answered holding a book out in front of me. The man’s eyes flamed and he grew enraged.

'You know you aren't supposed to go back in the archives, why can't you be like the rest of the kids and remain here where you can read about our great leaders and heroes?'

'They don't interest me anymore sir, they always do the same things and nothing ever changes with them. There has to be something else in this place.' The Elder lowered his head and started to shake it.

'No, no, no! You know better than that. The past is full of mistakes and we live in a perfect world now. Give me that book, this is for elders eyes only.' As he snatched the book from my tiny hands. 'Go back to studying with the others before you get any more sick.' There was nothing left to save me from. If I was becoming sick then I have been sick for my entire life. I sat amoung the others to watch them play with miniature airplanes and colour white pages in the oddest of colours, 'I think I am already beyond saving.'

Lights turned on in my room and the shades opened to reveal the skyline of the city I lived in. I was sleeping soundly with my hands folded across my chest as a light ringing came from another room across the way but I remained still, I was dreaming. I have been able to recollect my childhood like it was the back of my hand yet, I couldn't say that I knew anyone else that could do that. I began to scratch my head as I felt around the bed with my other hand. Most people would expect a person with them in a bed but I have rarely been granted with that opportunity due to my 'uniqueness' so the next best thing filled in that chaotic void of nothingness. Knowledge. A rather large book sat aside me with pens and papers filled with annotations and various thoughts. I leaned over to read the last thing I wrote before I fell asleep. 'If everything is perfect then why do I feel so stained?' 

As I look back into days that have already passed, I can’t really say that I have lived 'the life' that everyone always to talk so nobly about. In the so called perfect future lies a world that has ultimately changed the life that you live right now—I couldn't say it was for the better in any way, shape or form. Everyday life now has turned into the bidding of politicians and corporations who firmly believe that whatever they do to the immediate population is for the good for the human race, well, whatever is left of it. The human race once firmly disagreed to these actions because it was given instead of earned but that never lasted long. People soon began to feel more comfortable knowing that there really was no solid punishment for an individuals actions because The Enclave will make everything right again and as much as I want to say that I hate them, they are at least doing it right. Everything seems peaceful now but I can’t help but to look at everyone else and see that they are slaves to their own existence—I wonder if they see the same thing in me?  

I always found it interesting that in days before anything like this came forth people had a choice in which we could choose what to do, how to do it and if we failed we dealt with the consequences. Because of that the Enclave doesn't believe in the freedom of choice. Humans tend to make the wrong decisions and strive to fulfill their own personal interests—which makes sense but that still doesn't make it right. I was born here—this city within a city—and as like everyone else they created me in their own self interests to figure more about the human spectrum of emotions and choices—the same ones that they ridded. How could it affect a typical life? Its not like they already know the results because we are all the same, were really just some guinea pigs in the grand scheme of things. 

Their lies a production facility within the Creation Precinct in which creates the dying population of human beings. The takeover was harsh on the minds of men, nobody desired to create life anymore because nobody wanted to put their children through this so The Enclave had to put the matter in their own hands in which Doctor Edgar Kyne created the first artificial creation center to create what he called 'The Glass Embryo'. He rooted out all form of rebellion and creative minds within these Glass Embryos, which made them truly pure in the maker’s point of view. 'You now can be free of any fault in your life. You can now become one in the same as you are now apart of one like mind, a perfect race, the human race.'-Dr Kyne's Creation Address. Dr. Kyne is one of the select few are now apart of the last 'true humans' that we can find at this present date. 

Once every century, high members within The Enclave choose one couple to produce an actual child. He is set aside for rigorous testing just to make sure that everything that we have today is for the best, to reassure themselves that what they chose to do was not in fact a mistake but once the child is born he is hidden amoung the public as others conduct tests on him without his or her knowledge of it. He then becomes just like one of us, not knowing who he really is just to reduce jealousy with the rest of the population. The couples are chosen amoung the most prestigious of the world and need to maintain certain accomplishments in their own lives.

The Enclave wants the child to be smart, agile but ruthless, they find the right family for the job and everything sets in motion. They procreate, they enjoy what they helped to do and they watch their own child grow from a distance so they can live happily ever after, at least that’s what we are told. I am not stupid and I've went through these buildings and production facilities several times before and from what I can figure is that the poor woman had to deal with months of rigorous testing and training just to be killed minutes after birth, I guess I will never know but nothing is truly what it seems to be. I jumped out of bed to rush to the other room and answer the phone that had been ringing.


‘Ah, there you are! Were you planning on seeing me tonight like we previously planned.’ I rubbed my eyes a few times while yawning and then answered.


‘Alright then, I’ll see you tonight.’ I hung up the phone and returned to my bedroom to walk towards the window. It was fairly large and occupied the entire wall; I leaned up against it and looked out. A city of metal and glass so full of high-rise buildings that it could pierce the clouds. A sun beginning to rise up over the horizon in the distance. Vehicles passing by on monorails and tracks placed throughout the air. A life I live that can only make me more confused and incomplete. I looked down to see a long drop from where I was to the ground, ‘And the people down there don’t even get the chance to feel the sun.’  


Act 1: 2

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