Luna turned, picked up her pace and started to speak. She spoke with confidence and grace. She gave the story love and in that she gave it life.
“There was a time when vast cities covered the planet. Life wasn’t perfect but it was far easier than today. There were wars and famine, and lots of work to do, but for most it was a safe time. A time when people could make a life for themselves. They could choose how they spent their time. They could work or not work. They could own things. They were properly rewarded for their work. Yes, there was imbalance and hardship, but there was equal access to opportunity.
“Then came the Reset. Utopian dreamers had installed sufficient numbers of their brainwashed followers into political, governmental, educational, and commercial systems. They made their move. They changed the laws and used influence within large corporations to twist and corrupt the minds of the overly trusting majority. They forced the societal systems to align with their utopian ideals. They used various trojan horses, including equality of outcome, retribution for past inequities and sustainability. They broke the balance. They moved society away from competency hierarchies. They broke the systems that had enabled tens of thousands of years of growth. They moved the emphasis to power and identity hierarchies. They insisted that everyone should own nothing and be happy about it. This left societies incapable of functioning properly as increasing numbers of their citizens had to devote their time to the dysfunctional bureaucracies needed to enforce the utopian’s ideology.
“The impact on the poor was immediate. Services stumbled and became incapable of serving all but the well off. Pandemics and other health crises became common place. Overreach, blind incompetence, and adeptness at covering up the truth took over as the prominent skillsets. The systems no longer served to provide refuge for the less fortunate. The systems simply provided support for the madness.
“The impact on the middle-income earners came too. Mass unemployment and the burden of the hugely inflated bureaucracies left whole countries laden with debt. The burden was too great, and societies crumbled. Fighting became common place. Neighbour fought against neighbour. Whole suburbs fell into disarray as the fighting escalated.
“More and more cities fell into anarchy as those with means left and then regrouped. They congregated in an ever-decreasing number of cities. But the worst was still to come.”
“In the 51st year after the Reset the rich elite achieved the seemingly impossible. Shielded by their wealth, from the chaos and mayhem that confronted the majority, they had blazed ahead with their space programs.
“The fruits of these programs had been largely mute until that year. In that year they successfully breached the galactic horizon. A manned craft from the Musk corporation had successfully used dark matter technology to jump from our solar system into another and back again.
“The opportunity presented by reaching new systems took all their attention. The priority became forging ties with other solar systems and accessing their tech. Up until this point the elites had protected sufficient elements of the societal systems to serve their needs. However, when they put all their attention into the riches beyond the skies, nothing stood in the way of the utopians from taking complete control.
“This was the final straw for those that opposed the utopian madness. They fought back hard. This was despite billions of their number being lost through negligence, war, and genocide. The latter being achieved through pandemic counter measures. The resistance regained control of most places. They re-grouped and concentrated their efforts on the six remaining utopian controlled cities. The resistance nicknamed these cities Tangoalfa, Indiasierra, Alfadelta, Mikelima, Alfaecho and Tangoecho.
“However, this massive push was all in vain. Unknown to most, the utopians had been planning their escape. Under the banner of saving the planet they had established five eco-friendly urbanised regions. This was common knowledge. However, it wasn’t understood that at the heart of each region was a self-contained and heavily fortified citadel. The resistance named these citadels Kuedia, Inquis, Norline, Genda and Utopiam. Those names have stuck and were even adopted by the overlords.
“When it was clear the final six cities would slip from their control, the utopians retreated to the citadels. From there they released weapons of all manner on the rest of the world. Chemical, biological and traditional. Whole regions became unliveable. Billions perished. Some directly, but most from famine as the systems outside the walls of the citadels were destroyed, polluted, or rendered useless.
“With the world in chaos, the utopians played their final trick. Already in control of all sources of communications and masters at delivering false narratives, they laid blame for the destruction at the feet of their opposition. Then they offered conditional sanctuary to anyone who came to the citadel gates. They housed them in the walls to discourage attack and they put them to work in the various factories and green houses. Using the growing knowledge of alien tech, they fortified their positions. Within a few years, the citadels were the only place where people could exist in relative safety.”
(to be continued...)
[Uplift, Double Take, Chapter 2 - Perspective (Passage 3 of 5)]
All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2021 BJ Allen
Chapter 1 - A routine descent
Chapter 2 - Perspective
Chapter 3 - Grounding
Chapter 4 - Cause and effect
Chapter 5 - The first meeting
Chapter 6 - Staying goodbye
Chapter 7- Instability
Chapter 8 - Orientation
(Stay tuned for further chapters)
"Let's go Mentor, we've only got an hour to get everything we need ready for the next 3 weeks. The supplies are in the clearance hold with the load, but we’ve got to get them secure. The passengers will be here shortly and they’ll need briefing. Let's start with your travel lockers. We'll bring them through the nose door and to make light work of it, we'll use the vertical conveyor in the forward ladder shaft," Annee shared as she got up from the table.
"Show the way, and I am not afraid of hard work," replied Mentor as he followed her to the airlock door that lead back to the passenger accommodation.
"Don't worry, I have plenty of hard work in mind to satisfy that need."
"By the look of you, I am pretty sure you can satisfy my needs, bring it on, Annee," Mentor replied in a provocative tone.
Annee laughed briefly saying, “you’d be so lucky, old timer”, and smiled cheekily back at him and the others as she disappeared through the door.
Mentor laughed loudly as he headed into the corridor....
"Right, let me welcome you all and I hope this is the start of something real,” Dukk said as he sat down.
“We have a big challenge ahead of us and on top of that we don't know each other. And, some of you are new to this game. So, let me start with a few non negotiables. Number one, no heroes. Your own safety comes first. As they say, attend to your own air supply first before helping others with theirs. Second, everyone has the obligation to challenge things that you don't understand or that don’t look right. If I, or anyone else, overlooks something or makes a poor decision out there, we all may die. So we all must be prepared to be challenged. And we must all challenge. And, finally, we leave no one behind, no matter the designation, privilege or whatever. Clear?"
Nods and smiles all round.
“Great. So, on this rig we operate in pairs, or buddies. You’ll cover the same areas of responsibility. You’ll be on watch together. You’ll eat at the same time. You’ll sleep at ...
The convergence of two key events gave rise to this space. The first being frustration over the madness of the world and the cliff we are all charging towards. The second being the realisation that time was getting on and I’d better get the stuff out of my head before it was too late. So, I created this community on Locals.com. My plan is to experiment with this format as an alternative to the traditional book publishing path. My plan is to publish stories as they evolve, probably a chapter at a time. The first piece of writing that will unfold here is a story that I am calling Uplift, Double Take. This piece explores life 200 odd years from now, based on the trajectory of the current madness.
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