Imagine paradise,for a second, now imagine chemicals to soothe and escape your real world’s conditions. Conditions we’d forgotten about. They would watch over us, and in our child-like complacency, we could care less about where we were, or where we were going. Famously wealthy to the elects glaring down at us from their heaven. We stuffed our mouths with lies, prostrated ourselves to billboards, and blindly traded history for a lie and a prison.
For many years, Meridia has existed a floating world amidst tranquilized oblivion. My mother taught me many things about life after the wars. She spoke of a radical group, League of Dreams, who were growing in numbers. We rarely talked about religion, and we never brought up my father much less did I know his name or location. In this unwanted realm of constant flooding and ghetto technology, I was free to be myself. Still, there was always something innately calling to me. I would rebel—it was buried deep down to the core of my humanity, calling me forward.
This is one of the dreams I had as a little girl. I am standing on the edge of a high stone cliff, overlooking a vast blue ocean. A warm breeze tousles my hair, and suddenly a voice rises within me. It is as if the voice is breathing, singing, and crying all at once. The voice whispers, “You are the daughter of destiny.” A rush of calm settles over me. At once I fall to my knees, and tears start streaming down. The tears are everywhere, and they’re falling from the sky, becoming light.
Meridia was built upon the ruins of the most advanced technology known to mankind after the wars. It expands over the Atlantic ocean. Once a safe zone for weapons, left untouched for many years for those who have opt to wait out the re-habitation…I have two siblings. Molly was shorter than me, with short dark brown hair and freckles. I do not have freckles. Molly was the opposite of me in every way you can think of, aside from sharing my birthday in the month of July. My brother’s name was Bobby. All I know is that my father left for the military right after I was born in Meridia. It’s normal for fathers to abandon their families, no matter the race or class.
Bobby grew to be taller than Molly, even though he’d be the youngest in the family. He always loved to be spoiled. His hair was jet black hair, and on his cheeks were zillions of freckles. He also liked the color blue, like the ocean. My mother, Janet, was beautiful. She looked like an older version of me. My name is Sarah and I am the oldest of my two siblings.
This story begins with an important meal, as it would be our Last Supper together. One hot summer day, we were all getting ready to have dinner together. Bobby was gathering the utensils, Mom and Molly were out looking on the deck catching seashells, and I was getting water from the water pump. We were about to sit down, when a strange machine rose out of the ocean outside the dock. This machine was full of men in dark swim- suits with flashing armbands and bright orange helmets.
I remember how they had filed out one by one and then chaotically barged into the house. Bobby was put into handcuffs and commanded to sit on the couch. Then Janet was interrogated by an officer of some-sort an identifier, our stricken economy, and about her failure to participate and support those who needed us most. The phrases were alien to me, such as: consumer-capital and passcode.
I heard a scream. Then an angry male voice shouting. Then more screaming and cries for help, but I couldn’t make out from who. My mind was going dark, the screams seemed to reach everywhere, from every house, windows were shattered. People screamed. Mothers cried. And I couldn’t see my mother. The room was full of black smoke. My ears and eyes burned. Then a felt a thump, as someone dragged me by the shoulders out onto the pavilion. I feared everyone was dead. When I woke up I wretched into a bucket, my eyes refocused as mom bent over to hold me said that every male, including boys no matter how young, were taken away from Meridia.
They took my brother away. I knew we would never see him again. I wanted to understand. I cried at nights thinking, praying. I
would tell Mom that I wanted to participate. I knew that the war was all the mattered. The war for resources like petroleum, crystals, gold, diamonds, everything and more. There is an old saying which is that, “God shelters everyone, even the scum.” I knew that even though I’d never seen one; that the giant spider machines and planes also had to be a part of this foreign world I had never seen.
I saw it all in my head. Spiders, planes, big oil monsters gobbling up the ocean. In these nightmares I also saw my brother, Bobby.
He was standing in the wreckage of a battle. White crosses and rubble followed him everywhere he went. He would sit in one of these giant machines, and he would watch another free society go up in flames. Because burning bodies were the price-tag attached to his future, he forgot all about his family.
CHAPTER TWO: The New Foundation
Three years later and their economy rapidly transformed. Where ordinary citizens could at last rush to the top and stare down at their minions. The Great Foundation prospered and was branded into every essence of life.
The Great Foundation was written in 2019 as an outline of President L. Herbert’s dream of a peaceful utopian world. One where no
war or violence existed. He wanted to rewrite history and shape the minds of every living body on earth. Yet the crazed religious suicides, anarchist violent anger, and overall dissent sparked by the informed, crazy, enlightened or just plane revolutionary had not been enough for the wealthy. The Great Foundation was supposed to so many things.
Instead, a great awakening turned into endless tyranny and eventually silence. For soon those elect few decided that they were God-chosen to sweep this planet of her soul. Believing it was their time to quell the fever of freedom and rise of rebellion, they would
deal an unforgotten blow to this dissent, and pave their golden paradise with the death of the millions of resisters. Those chosen few went unscathed, and yet all would soon turn and beg for their salvation as this mass epidemic of sickness swept the planet and nearly
destroyed all life.
And so the earth was remade. When the survivors couldn’t take it anymore, they begged on their knees to the Royal Elect to be saved. Then taken in to the remaining hospitals to be brainwashed, conditioned, and “cured”. Some few would pay millions for a BlackMarket cure, and a very few would steal the formula, forever in hiding until their children left them into the world happily.
"The only price for truth is our happiness, and to get happiness we pay for perfection,” once said a great and powerful member of The League of Dreams. I could go on for decades about how we became so corrupt, but I must continue my story. It was nearly four years after my brother was kidnapped from Meridia, that we learned of the threat. The kidnappers were coming to “save us” and we needed to flee as far as we could in hopes of getting away from what the citizens seemed to want: a perfect life. All the roads that makeup the highways are intended for "upper class travel” only. Much too expensive for us outcasts to afford.
They are for the factory owners and military police. The rest of us? Well, if you’re bound through RFID INK, you are allowed to participate in some of society.
Though, you cannot travel without a Lead who has that Official Clearance.
Even worse, if you are not legally bound through RFID INK. you cannot get a job, and are not allowed anywhere in society
because you are an outlaw. This is how the new system works and if you are not wanted in the system or unable to enforce it, you’re an outcast. It is out of their mercy that they won’t kill us. Of course, we don’t want to be citizens anyways. That’s why my mother
moved to Meridia. Outcasts here had joined together and formed a free society away from The Great Foundation’s.
Instead of using money, we use the old method of trading one resource for another. So, thus began our journey to the very place we feared and hated. My mother bought us tickets to board a large boat which would carry us across the water to The East Coast of
AMERA. t was so dark inside the ship, but at night I swore I saw a star. We were very scared that once we got to AMERA, they would
send us back home. The air was cool at night, but our hope warmed us and our curiosity seemed to keep the tears away. We were leaving, alone. Two young girls, outcasts, with no idea of where we were going.
There was always a hope that “The Goddess” was still striving within me. The beat of my heart pounded with the rhythm of the ocean. I knew I would find peace. It went Crash, crash, crunch, crunch, thump thump. We were carried like baby crabs out into the threatening sea. We would have had more time to prepare if we had known sooner. But, news caught on slowly to Meridia. How could these horrible men be coming again? This time in search of not just little boys, but young girls to fight their wars. “They’re stealing our
children!” I had overheard my mother exclaiming.
"Men and women are once again equal in the eyes of the military.”
This was the big headline all over the news. It had been a law for years that because it was only a woman who could have children,
women had to take up their responsibilities and leave the worker life to take care of children.
After the boys were well taught, “the disciplined young men” would be sent off to work and their mothers would spend the rest of
their lives finding a suitable home for their sons to come home to. The wife would then take care of the kids and so on and so on. The problem was that most men in those days were finding it too inconvenient to settle down, they were always on call or traveling. So now since fewer women were having children, fewer soldiers were out on the battlefields protecting profit and defending the future. That was when a genius thought up a solution to this little glitch.
“It is brilliance, pure brilliance, if I do say so myself!” said The Great Foundation’s Step Lord Roth Branes, “Now, I’m going to
give you all a great Bible Lesson, though some of you have heard it many times before. In the beginning, God created two separate bodies to live together in the Garden of Eden. They were called Adam and Eve and they lived in ultimate perfection. And, it was through the great fruit of knowledge that we learned to think for ourselves. Some have said that God told us not to eat the fruit as a test.
Well it was! It was a test of human strength! The strength to know the importance of sacrifice for happiness. The fruit was our creation,
and the fruit was also our initiation. Remember that all our greatest wars were fought because we knew that our right to freedom outweighed everything else. We knew that if we could win against Satan, as we all know it is the enemy of progress, that we would
have our Garden of Eden. Well, my friends, where does all my talk fit in? Well, today marks our first step towards getting back to theGarden of Eden.
It has been a very long time that men have forgotten to share the fruit of our knowledge with the female kind. We declare that from this day onward, all females will have all the rights of men! Every single law shall be amended for young females and boys. No longer
will a man be forced to leave his loved ones for battle or leave his children forever. Together we will march, side by side, man and
female; fathers and sons will be armed with love for the females will join in our great victory. When the evil enemy has died, our bonds will not be broken. United we are one. We are one! Now I invite our female sisters to come taste of the fruit and rejoice in salvation.”
CHAPTER THREE: The Great Foundation
It was still morning when we made it to the coast of AMERA. The coolness felt more comforting than the night before, and yet waking up in a foreign place left us feeling so empty, lost, and gone. We were like abandoned sea shells. Where was that creature inside of us? Had it been swept off in the storm? We were so afraid of being caught. So we did as we had planned all along, and jumped out of the boat to swim unnoticed to the shore.
We were lucky because it was too dark for anyone to see us. And although Meridians were allowed to travel to AMERA, there was a price that we weren’t willing to pay for this legal travel. It was six miles when we finally made it to the beginning of the highway.
They would not expect their missing passengers here.
You had to be crazy traveling without a license, but where else would we go? We wanted to make it out as far as we could from where they would find us. We were going to find the last free settlement. There, we would be safe. Or at least we hoped. Back then we didn’t know all of this, of course. We had a map and the words, flee or die, still fresh in our minds.
“How much further do we have to go to get to the nearest gas station?” Molly asked.
“We have seven miles to go.”
There were many more gas station cities then. Molly, being my younger sister, had never heard of such a thing. She was afraid, but determined to survive.
“When are we going to ever see mommy again?” Molly had asked between sobs.
“Soon,” I would say, “As soon as we can get out of this place.”
I knew inside, and she knew deep down, that there was barely a chance of ever seeing her again. No one caught us from the time we left till we made it to the gas station.
The trucks were lined up and men were unpacking. Molly and I were to try and get into one going south. But Molly insisted on
going to the bathroom. I admit, my bladder was about to burst. Molly did well going in and out without being noticed, but my features were easily caught and a man behind the counter took me back for questioning.
This is it, I thought, there is no way I can make it out of this one. I told him I was lost. “Why, a girl so young away from home?”
“Who is your mother?”
“No. No, I don’t have a mother,” I lied.
He said he would let me go, for a price.
“Work for me for a few days, and I’ll forget this ever happened…” Then he smiled a big yellow smile.