Imagine a world where robots roam the streets and buildings soar; a place where cars hover and you could communicate with your friends and family through holograms. Now keep that image, but add horrific poverty, crime, and rebellion. A corrupted government that doesn't care for its people one bit. Now you know what my world is like.
The year is 3054. The world has fallen into chaos. The United States is currently in a fourth world war, allied with it's predecessors: the Soviet Union and the People's Democracy of China. The Great Alliance, it's called. The Great Alliance is fighting against the Planetary Powers: the Kingdom of England, the Monarchy of Spain, and the Republic of France. These six countries are the last of their kind. The rest fell into chaos and disorder after the third world war in 2063. There are still people living there, but it is utter anarchy. The peoples of these areas have resorted to being organized into kin-related tribal groupings, and rivalries and genocide occur often between the clans.
I'm one of the lucky ones, the government says. I live in the Land of the Free. I live in a place that has the best technology and economy out there, they tell me. "Yeah, right," I want to say back at them. "I live in a place where it's okay for the government to brainwash its people into submission and giving their children to the government in return for money, food, and free healthcare."
The Patricians don't know what it's like. They don't know what it's like to be kicked out of your own home and out into the crime-ridden, rat-infested streets of what once were the most important cities in the world, let alone the country. They don't know what it's like to have to do the most stomach-turning, teeth-clenching, degrading jobs in order to get a loaf of bread everyday so you can feed your younger brother, having to let yourself starve in silence.
The Patricians get it all. Money. Power. Luxury. All the while the rest of us, the Plebians, are slaves to the daily grind. Slaves to the droning of mechanical parts, to the smell of gas fumes, to the sooty grime that comes with working in a factory. Children are cheap labor, and adults get to sit around and watch us work our fingers to the bone.
But one day they'll see. All of them will see.
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Retribution
Science FictionThis is another one of my original stories.I've had the idea for a dystopian story in my head for a while now and could finally get it on paper.
