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To Cauterize the Hydra

Inalienable Rights


Smothered by solitude, suffocating on stillness in the surrounding silence, his disquieted mind drifted back to the bygone era that was the dawn of the last millennium.  He’d only been a boy then, and could hardly remember what life had been like.  Not quite four decades had passed since the turn of the century, and how quickly it had all changed, but he struggled to hold on to any glimpse of the home and family he’d once known.

He was still a little fuzzy on the all details, but through years of duplicity and diligence, intercepting suppressed disseminations of stifled truths and forgotten facts from caliginous conduits in tenebrous venues, he’d been able to ascertain that back then, all people born within the space that had once been a country were considered citizens, and were naturally granted rights by birth, not by assignment of designation.  Before the Unified Moral Order, nationals were permitted to marry and procreate by choice, to partners of their own selection, so the company in which one was raised was determined by cooperation of contributing parties to his inception, not by the outcome of his Aptitude Capacity Exam.

As a youth, he was a little older than most in the camp, and there’d been many among his number who’d not known of another time, but he could actually remember having a mother and a father.   His father was in the first wave to be interned by the Proletariat Protectorate after the Intelligentsia instituted the Fugitive Debtor Act.  The kids he’d been celled with, though, could hardly fathom a world that didn’t instate separate but equal habitats for those imputed by commission of assessment with the wearing of the blue collar.  Children waited with eager anticipation the day they could prove through Discernment Skills Analysis results their right to don a different color and change their status to another, thereby adjusting to a more abundantly rewarded sector.  Most believed without dread of the Conservation Lottery that this was truly a possibility, neverminding statistical evidence to the contrary.

Despite his obvious prodigious intellect, though, he’d always suspected that his passage had more to do with his cognizance of origin… perhaps it was just deemed simpler that he not be left to remain with the ignorant masses, to avoid any potential that he might stir the pot.  He marveled that his own personal identity code had never been drawn in the lottery, but assumed the potential of his youth had given him more inherent value, and preferred not to dwell on it.

He’d known enough to play the part well, and not give anyone cause to doubt the bestowment of their favor.  Learned all his roles to perfection, and toed the line with patience, deference and wit, charming his position into the ranks of the privileged, earning a recurring allotment of coveted privacy in the process.  Upon the first moment of his newfound independence, he’d set out with precision and stealth to absorb anything he could find on the Acroamatic past of legend.

Chasing down rumors and shadows, he’d been searching for more than to prove the existence of The Recondite, he’d hoped to gain an underground audience with them, perhaps even to be considered for clandestine indoctrination.  But, when corrupt intel caused a misstep in his furtive quest, and he was nearly caught up in a random sweep of insurgents, he’d been found instead by the Tacitourniquet.

They were everything he’d dreamed of.  More than whispers and philosophy, they inspired and incited action.  More than a disgruntled commonbase, they were represented by members of every sector, from escaped lottery workstock to the Academic Elite, and even Orphic Pedigrees.  They spoke to him in secret of principles lost from the time of his father, his father’s fathers, and before.  They told discredited histories of an ignorant, apathetic global population which placed elected leaders into positions of power, but then did not monitor the resolutions of the dominating authority, and lost control of its freedoms at the hands of tyrants and usurpers.   They explained how a delegation of citizen appointed representatives had gradually and quietly transformed themselves from an installation of public service to an iron fisted aristocracy without so much as a murmur of dissent from the people.

And, most importantly, they’d given him The List...

     ...of those who still remained.

It was his charge to track down every coprolite, every fossilized particle of ordure from the prehistoric era that was the old world no one could be permitted to speak of.  Every antiquated relic who’d stolen freedom and liberty, while basking in leisure, he would bring to justice.  It was his crusade to pave the way to a change for the future.


*****


He shuddered in the chill of the moisture on his cheek, and drew in his breath. 

Enough reflection.  Focus. 

A few moments more, and then, a slight bristling of the hair on his skin with the subtlest shift in the wind as the hushed flutter of her conveyance alighted onto the port below.   She stepped out into the apparent isolation of her reclusive villa.  She had been hard to find.  Difficult, but not impossible.  He leveled himself against the abutment, adjusted his clutch, and aligned his sight as she moved toward the ingress of her acropolis.  For everyone without a voice, he thought, as he released the tumbler, and the arbalest spoke.

11 down.  236 to go.



LJ Idol | Season 8Week 3 - Topic: COPROLITE
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whirlgig
Nov. 8th, 2011 12:52 am (UTC)
Wow. This is really great. Quite powerful, and a fantastic look at the prompt. Well done.
karmasoup
Nov. 8th, 2011 05:43 am (UTC)
Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it.
basric
Nov. 8th, 2011 01:04 am (UTC)
Excellent. I love it.
karmasoup
Nov. 8th, 2011 05:44 am (UTC)
Thank you... I'm glad it worked for you.
standgale
Nov. 8th, 2011 04:14 am (UTC)
great story. it sounds really interesting.
karmasoup
Nov. 8th, 2011 05:44 am (UTC)
Thanks.
beldarzfixon
Nov. 8th, 2011 08:40 pm (UTC)
Brilliant!
And it is reassuring to know there will be someone to carry on the fight after we fall.
karmasoup
Nov. 8th, 2011 08:58 pm (UTC)
Yes... Now, if we could just figure out whose kid that is!
emo_snal
Nov. 9th, 2011 03:40 am (UTC)
He's... shooting butterflies with an arbalest? O_o
karmasoup
Nov. 9th, 2011 03:54 am (UTC)
No, a member of the Intelligentsia, presumably one of many who participated in bringing about the circumstances of the world he now lives in. Where did you get butterflies?
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cloworora
Nov. 9th, 2011 07:58 am (UTC)
This is a great use of the prompt. Kudos.
karmasoup
Nov. 9th, 2011 01:53 pm (UTC)
Thanks. It was the first thing I thought of when the topic was released, but I am a terribly procrastinator, so I didn't write it until Monday.
baxaphobia
Nov. 9th, 2011 03:59 pm (UTC)
Wonderfully written. There might be light at the end of this dark tale! Smile
karmasoup
Nov. 9th, 2011 05:03 pm (UTC)
Let's hope it doesn't ever get that dark, but know that we won't let our let be extinguished forever.
shimmerdream
Nov. 9th, 2011 11:33 pm (UTC)
I loved reading this, I hope you write more in this world.
lilycobalt
Nov. 10th, 2011 01:22 am (UTC)
The world of this entry feels appallingly plausible. I liked your descriptions here of how the hierarchy set in and how it operates. Well done!
karmasoup
Nov. 10th, 2011 05:28 am (UTC)
Yeah, I was hoping for it to feel not too terribly unrealistic. Thanks!
copyright1983
Nov. 10th, 2011 05:04 am (UTC)
Ah, good old dystopia. :) Well done!
karmasoup
Nov. 10th, 2011 05:30 am (UTC)
Thanks! The timing seemed right to point at the potential outcome of allowing unchecked coprolite mentality to run rampant.
liret
Nov. 10th, 2011 08:05 am (UTC)
I have the inexplicable feeling that I should watch my back.
karmasoup
Nov. 10th, 2011 03:51 pm (UTC)
Heheheh.... um, thanks, I think? That's sort of funny! I'm not sure I was going for creating quite that reaction (you're not planning on helping to bring about dystopia, are you?), but I like it!
vaudy
Nov. 10th, 2011 04:05 pm (UTC)
Interesting world you've created, and a unique take on the topic. Nicely done!
karmasoup
Nov. 10th, 2011 04:38 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm happy it has been well met.
m_malcontent
Nov. 10th, 2011 11:51 pm (UTC)
I enjoyed this take. I liked the use of the sterile language it seems to help evoke the feel of this dystopia.
karmasoup
Nov. 11th, 2011 04:16 am (UTC)
Thanks, that was the intent. I'm glad you picked up on it.
deviantnextdoor
Nov. 11th, 2011 12:00 am (UTC)
It's a very intelligent,plausible and interesting perspective. I very much enjoyed your use of vocabulary and symbolism.
soprano1790
Nov. 11th, 2011 01:09 am (UTC)
Oh nice. I love your take on the topic. Very creative. And good use of vocabulary in this.
karmasoup
Nov. 11th, 2011 04:14 am (UTC)
Thanks. In this world, the ruling class and the privileged elite are meted out by those of superior intellect, so I wanted to wrap the story in a tapestry of a greater than standard education level.
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