2084
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
880
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
2084
2084
“You loved me, made me, hate me,
You gave me, hate, see?
It saved me
And these tears are deadly.”
Alexa glanced up at the Ultrascreen. There were 10 of them in the Cosmopolitan Café. They were everywhere. No one had one room in their own flat without one. They were able to see into your flat and hear what was being said. Everything was always recorded, for security purposes, of course. Alexa tuned back into the music for a second, recognizing the beat and words. It was a recent hit with the normals. They seemed to like it.
She knew what the next song would be. Everyone called it the National Anthem. She called it the Brainwasher. Alexa was one of the very few people who had grandparents. Grandparents that weren’t in an asylum and could form coherent thought. They taught her privately when she was younger about the Free World, or Devil World, as everyone else called it. The song changed right on que.
“We are the ones breaking you down
We are the hope to drown out your sounds
All Across the world you think we're to found
All Across the world you're breaking you down.”
People in the café started cheering. Alexa wasn’t one of them.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, you’re attention please.” Alexa’s face darkened. She hated that voice. And the person who owned it. “People of the nation. I, you’re president, George W. Bush IV, have some grave news. I have just been informed hat we have found a traitor in our mists.” There were a few gasps in the café. Alexa sat up straighter and focused on the Ultrascreen nearest to her.
“My loyal and devoted chief of National Security has just informed me, that earlier this morning, out trusted United Nations representative was caught participating in homosexual activities with young men.” He stopped talking and waited for the people to settle down. The other people in the café were screaming at the Ultrascreens in anger. They quieted when the president decided to continue.
“It is my greatest sorrow to say that our UN rep. will be executed today at our nations capital. It will be broadcasted later today for the rest of the country to watch. Thank you.”
Alexa sighed. Another execution. Those were to always be expected with homosexual people. Although they were just usually sent to the labor camps they found in Germany. Alexa quickly downed the rest of her drink, leaving the money on the table. As she made her way back to her flat a few blocks away, she passed by at least six groups of churchlings. Depending on the group’s gender, they either had a Priest or Priestess as their leader. The boys had the Priestess and the girls the Priest.
The leaders of the groups were always young and easy to lust over. It was actually encouraged to do so.
The Priests would always wear long, black trench coats, appearing mysterious and loving at the same time. They spent all their free time in the gym, staying in shape. The Priestesses wore short, black mini-skirts, with corset looking halter-tops. They had to have regular doctor appointments for anti-wrinkle injections and breast lifts.
As Alexa passed on group she heard a young boy of about 11, asking his Priestess for a ‘private lesson.’ The Priestess said ‘yes, but after my doctors appointment.’ Alexa managed to make it to her flat without losing her lunch on the pavement.
She started to water in the bathroom, filling up the bathtub steadily with near scalding hot water. She needed to be freshly bathed for the Nations Scheduled ‘activity’ night. Alexa hated the name. Why couldn’t they just call it, Scheduled Sex Night? At least it was the truth.
Because of the different teachings to the male populace, the women of the society didn’t really like these nights, but they never dared say so. The men were taught to take what they want, when the want and how they want. No man was to ever be turned down for sex. The women were taught to pay attention to his needs, and not her own. To actually orgasm before he did or to even to it at all, was blasphemy.
Alexa especially hated these nights. They were scheduled for every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Tuesdays and Thursdays were Sports nights, and Saturdays and Sundays were religion days. Religion was the only thing that was done in two days, or more, consecutively.
For the young churchlings of 4 years of age to 10 years of age, they spent these nights with another group of children, opposite sex of course, and watched their Priest and Priestess participate in these activities, learning how they are supposed to do it correctly. When they turn 11 years of age, their Priest or Priestess guides them in the ways of how to treat their partner separately.
Alexa took deep breaths to calm herself. After doing this for more than five years, she seemed to be the only woman to notice that during the course of two years, a woman would sleep with 168 different men, before having one of them for a second time. She knew who she would have this night. This was one of the men, who in her opinion, took the ‘take what you want, when you want, how you want’ thing too far. He left bruises on nearly every part of her.
There was the timed knock on the door and Alexa obediently stepped out of the bath, not bothering with a towel and opened the door. A woman wasn’t meant to cover up for a man. They had no right.
“You loved me, made me, hate me,
You gave me, hate, see?
It saved me
And these tears are deadly.”
Alexa glanced up at the Ultrascreen. There were 10 of them in the Cosmopolitan Café. They were everywhere. No one had one room in their own flat without one. They were able to see into your flat and hear what was being said. Everything was always recorded, for security purposes, of course. Alexa tuned back into the music for a second, recognizing the beat and words. It was a recent hit with the normals. They seemed to like it.
She knew what the next song would be. Everyone called it the National Anthem. She called it the Brainwasher. Alexa was one of the very few people who had grandparents. Grandparents that weren’t in an asylum and could form coherent thought. They taught her privately when she was younger about the Free World, or Devil World, as everyone else called it. The song changed right on que.
“We are the ones breaking you down
We are the hope to drown out your sounds
All Across the world you think we're to found
All Across the world you're breaking you down.”
People in the café started cheering. Alexa wasn’t one of them.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, you’re attention please.” Alexa’s face darkened. She hated that voice. And the person who owned it. “People of the nation. I, you’re president, George W. Bush IV, have some grave news. I have just been informed hat we have found a traitor in our mists.” There were a few gasps in the café. Alexa sat up straighter and focused on the Ultrascreen nearest to her.
“My loyal and devoted chief of National Security has just informed me, that earlier this morning, out trusted United Nations representative was caught participating in homosexual activities with young men.” He stopped talking and waited for the people to settle down. The other people in the café were screaming at the Ultrascreens in anger. They quieted when the president decided to continue.
“It is my greatest sorrow to say that our UN rep. will be executed today at our nations capital. It will be broadcasted later today for the rest of the country to watch. Thank you.”
Alexa sighed. Another execution. Those were to always be expected with homosexual people. Although they were just usually sent to the labor camps they found in Germany. Alexa quickly downed the rest of her drink, leaving the money on the table. As she made her way back to her flat a few blocks away, she passed by at least six groups of churchlings. Depending on the group’s gender, they either had a Priest or Priestess as their leader. The boys had the Priestess and the girls the Priest.
The leaders of the groups were always young and easy to lust over. It was actually encouraged to do so.
The Priests would always wear long, black trench coats, appearing mysterious and loving at the same time. They spent all their free time in the gym, staying in shape. The Priestesses wore short, black mini-skirts, with corset looking halter-tops. They had to have regular doctor appointments for anti-wrinkle injections and breast lifts.
As Alexa passed on group she heard a young boy of about 11, asking his Priestess for a ‘private lesson.’ The Priestess said ‘yes, but after my doctors appointment.’ Alexa managed to make it to her flat without losing her lunch on the pavement.
She started to water in the bathroom, filling up the bathtub steadily with near scalding hot water. She needed to be freshly bathed for the Nations Scheduled ‘activity’ night. Alexa hated the name. Why couldn’t they just call it, Scheduled Sex Night? At least it was the truth.
Because of the different teachings to the male populace, the women of the society didn’t really like these nights, but they never dared say so. The men were taught to take what they want, when the want and how they want. No man was to ever be turned down for sex. The women were taught to pay attention to his needs, and not her own. To actually orgasm before he did or to even to it at all, was blasphemy.
Alexa especially hated these nights. They were scheduled for every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Tuesdays and Thursdays were Sports nights, and Saturdays and Sundays were religion days. Religion was the only thing that was done in two days, or more, consecutively.
For the young churchlings of 4 years of age to 10 years of age, they spent these nights with another group of children, opposite sex of course, and watched their Priest and Priestess participate in these activities, learning how they are supposed to do it correctly. When they turn 11 years of age, their Priest or Priestess guides them in the ways of how to treat their partner separately.
Alexa took deep breaths to calm herself. After doing this for more than five years, she seemed to be the only woman to notice that during the course of two years, a woman would sleep with 168 different men, before having one of them for a second time. She knew who she would have this night. This was one of the men, who in her opinion, took the ‘take what you want, when you want, how you want’ thing too far. He left bruises on nearly every part of her.
There was the timed knock on the door and Alexa obediently stepped out of the bath, not bothering with a towel and opened the door. A woman wasn’t meant to cover up for a man. They had no right.