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The White Night Initiative

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     Welcome to the White Night Initiative. Xir does not know that I have let someone from the Ressurection board within the boundaries of the Initiative, so if you'd be so kind as to keep quiet, I shall proceed. I do not have a name, although I am tagged as Identity XIV Sub-core 148692254. If you would refrain from mentioning me to your superiors, I would be most grateful. Now, I am going to take it upon myself to explain to you what we are and the life within the White Night Initiative, and I will answer any further questions. With all due respect, having you here is not protocol.

     We are the perfect race. We have no gender, we have no fault. Scientific experiments have been implimented to ensure our consistant neutrality. At first it wasn't pleasant, but that is to be expected. Beginnings are often rough. First it started with surgery; taking away what defined us, what made us different from Xir. Xe tells us every day how beautiful we are now, how well Xe groomed us into perfection. The doctors were skilled, leaving only faint scars. We cherish them now, though. They've brought us closer to Xir. These days it's all controlled before we are created. DNA codes are fixed, rearranged by trained specialists within the walls of Building IV. Our kind are created as to be without fault or flaw, to be the subjects of science and experiment for the benefit of Xir. Of course, this does not affect us as it might affect you.

     Within our culture, what you call 'emotion' is only a mental disorder. It is found within those who cannot handle what Xir gifts us. True, it may have been a benefit to your kind, as well as ours many years ago, but with the turn of the century and the further development of war machines, we cannot afford to be burdened with emotion. That is our true purpose. We are developed, tweaked and worked on in order to become the inexhaustable mass war weapon that Xir needs to fight. Xe needs to ensure our affectiveness, our ability to kill and not feel guilt or sorrow over it.
    
     Kept in pristine condition when we are not being tested, we never speak. Rarely do we eat or sleep, and usually it is only in permitted times throughout the day, and we are monitored as we do as such. Xe does not want us to attempt at ending our lives, even though we know that to be an impossibility. It is often that thoughts such as those plauge us, however. Most truly wonder if there is a better world out there, like yours, or one from the past. Xir dispels these ideas daily, though. Xe says it is unhealthy to dwell on such thoughts. We have never been unhealthy, but Xe is never wrong. One of us will fall ill soon, and Xir will be correct, as is expected.

     Simply put, our only reason for existing is for scientific testing, and eventual development into weapons of war. We are generation XIV, or as Xir calls us, the Sun generation. As taught to us by out creators, we are beings nearing what is strived for. We have no gender, we cannot feel pain, we are bred not to think for ourselves. Emotion is uncomprehendable, as it is a weakness that could drive us to break down all the work that has gone into shaping us. Our society is built around this, our simple design as war machines. One could say that we are 'fattened up', as the idea is correct, but not in principle. We are maintained. But this lifestyle is not correct, as there is this everpresent feeling that we aren't 'happy'. Our society isn't healthy.

     This may be weakness i'm feeling, but I do have a sincere reason for allowing you to listen to this. Our society is thriving. Xir would have me gassed for telling you about our 'struggle', but it seems only right. We, the proud subjects of the White Night Initiative, are not allowed to die. It isn't permitted within our code; we are denied the freedom that natural humans are given. This is, of course, genetically gifted to us by Xir, in order to maintain a linear population of testing subjects. We are denied pain, denied our senses, denied self-realization. We do not have a god, for we do not need one. Our god is Xir. It is a blessing that I am able to simply speak to you right now; most of us are tested to the point where their screams destroy their own vocal cords. We may not feel pain, but we can see what happens to each other. It isn't uncommon for one subject to watch another endure being torn apart.

      Should the Ressurection board hear this information, perhaps Xir will have to listen to reason, have to set us free. This is a very thin strand of hope, one that I am denied the ability to grasp on to. But you, you are the one who can take that strand and pull us out of the darkness.

     Now, all that I have told you, I have told you in confidentiality. Do with it what you will. Liberate us, if you so desire, or keep to yourself the story of my people, of the race that was doomed from the beginning. However, tell no one about who gave you this knowledge. Doing so would mean my imminent demise, of which i'm sure you could correctly assume would mean sealing the fate of those I stand alongside with. Please do not squander this information. Know that you carry with you something that could, at one point, free a generation of people from oppression and misuse.

.....

     Viktor paused, looking down at the blanched being who now appeared to be praying on the floor. This humanoid creature, if you could call it that, was one of the few patients that was left of the old Rutledge asylum. "Patient suffers from dissociation of reality, and lucid moments, often describing a dystopian-type society. Further research will be conducted to derive potential causes for unearthly behaviour." With a terse nod in the general direction of the praying being, Viktor took to straightening his trench coat before returning the moleskin journal to his satchel. "Same time next week then, Alice."

    Without so much as another glance, the man turned on heel to the door, leaving Alice alone to her own devices.
A short story written for my English class.
Dystopia-style future, played out in the mind of a mental patient.

This is a bit personal, in regards to my desire to be the being that is portrayed in this story. Gender neutrality, lack of emotion, i've aimed for this kind of perfection for a while without any sort of hope towards obtaining it. This is my way of destroying it, in hopes that I will come to terms with the fact that it is unhealthy to be emotionally devoid, to not be able to care and the like.
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yukimi8's avatar
thats so good O.o i love dystopian societies. also towards the end of alice's story, she started to sound a little less neutral. maybe that was intentional :) good job!