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TITLE: Broken Utopia (Part 1) | Previous Challenge Entry
By Jeremy Kirby
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“Our new government has mandated,” said the news reporter, “that every man, woman and child receive a vaccination.”
The Universal World Initiative had ensured peace, not only in the Middle East, but the entire world. After the treaty was signed the aftermath of quiet and concord ensued. The days were as they always should have been.
“Up front everyone, single file!” the supervisor hollered.
We all lined up by the time clock thinking we may get out early as the day had grown unbearably scorching, then I saw what was happening. I peered through the crowd and saw a government official injecting my coworkers. One after another, programmers, office workers and maintenance staff held out their arms and received a harmless “something” into their bloodstream.
My heart pounded. Something was telling me to run. Memories from my grandmother began to fill my mind. Church…sermon…a preacher, and then the words followed:
“…If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand, the same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, …” (Revelation 14:9-10)
I pawned it off, traded it for something else - a peaceful lie. I had a strong feeling that this universal government was corrupt, but so was all government. As far as I was concerned a physical lie was better than an absent truth. My grandmother’s God made big promises but didn’t follow through. If He had, she wouldn’t have been eaten alive by cancer.
At last, it was my turn. Repetitiously, the official repeated her mantra:
“By taking the vaccine you adhere to, and vow, to live by all the declarations and decree’s spoken by the honorable Pontiff.”
Alongside her stood a company HR representative who spoke as well,
“If you do not accept these terms you volunteer to give up employment in this organization.”
Speaking for both of them, the official asked, “Do you accept?”
I held out my right hand, wrist up, and said confidently, “I accept.”
She injected the serum into my bloodstream. I resisted the urge to wince, smiled at her as she applied a Band-Aid, and returned to my computer.
As I sat at my desk, a sharp pain bolted through my temples like a knife. The pain was much worse than any I had experienced before but quickly faded. My mind wandered as I began working again. I thought of my wife who had previously passed. As I pictured her in my mind the image grew more definite, more detailed than my hazy memory. I soon realized I was staring at her old Facebook page. The holographic image floated in front of me but was unable to be noticed by others. A tear dampened my cheek as a video of her played out and I could once again here her voice.
I dismissed myself for the remainder of the shift. As I walked slowly home I thought about running as fast as I could. In a moment adrenaline surged through my veins and I ran like the wind.
I was not the only one who toyed with the Pontiff’s gift. Others enjoyed speaking languages not previously learned. The internal computer was able to upload any information from the internet directly into our brains.
If you could imagine it, you could do it. People harnessed the power so cleverly that any bodily high could be attained at any moment. Hormones and chemicals in the body were mixed so disease could be healed and emotions balanced. If there was something the body couldn’t naturally provide, a government drone would geo-locate you, scan your retina, and freely give what was lacking.
Those who used the gift in a criminal manner were denied its privileges and simply had their allegiance tattooed on their hands. The addiction withdrawal was more than enough to maintain a healthy respect of law.
More than three years passed. We were at the pinnacle of our civilization. Each and every person was a unique garden of wonders in and of themselves. Finally, we were a Utopian society.
“All hail the great Pontiff God!”
A shot rang out and I crumbled to the ground. The heat from my body slowly descended into the bloody soil beneath me. Blackness covered me like a cloak, and then, silence. The eruption of peace was now over and society returned to its normal state of unrest.
To be continued…
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I especially liked the last paragraph and look forward to reading part two.