Doctor Disharmony
Senior Member
White.
It was such a simple color…….so why must it hurt? Why must it shine with a blinding brightness, a reflective entity of colorless vulgarity? This was a truly terrible thing. They claimed it to be a symbol of equality and balance. But anybody with half a brain would be able to decipher the fact that it actually promoted restrictions and physical containers within our own society. Some people saw it as a happy, energetic placement. She simply saw it as death. Because what would death, a future death at that, be were it not broken and vague? It wouldn’t be death, that’s what. Selena viewed others ignorance to this subject to be a shame. It actually saddened her. How could they turn such a blind eye to something that was peering directly at them? This made no sense……yet somehow, someway, it functioned. The entire body had been poisoned, and now the only way to really survive was to cut off the head. Though as of now, all the girl could do was squint her light hazel eyes to the excessive whiteness all around her. She was crammed into the left stalls with hundreds, most likely thousands, of people, all waiting behind the rows of silver panels. Being so close to this many others made her extremely uncomfortable. In fact, Selena was crawling inside her skin. Nobody would guess that the seemingly fearless and confident female standing so proudly with her shoulders rolled back and her vision set straight ahead did really want nothing more than to be able to scream and crawl up the enormous marble walls away from this prison of bodies. But she couldn’t do that, and she knew it would never be an option, as it never had been. She must go through with the plan and maintain her strong stance throughout this entire ordeal, no matter how much her heart broke at seeing these settlements be put into place.
Selena folded her arms, her fitted white jumpsuit appearing to adjust to this new position. Her hair fell down to her shoulders, a caramel shade of brown that seemed to reflect the glowing lights. She couldn’t help but scowl, shifting her boots to try and move away from the group beside her. This came to no use, as next to her was yet another swarm of human beings. The girl’s temper was quickly rising. It took all of her self-control to not burst out in a furious rage. They had been all counted, judged, set up, and placed within a period of 20 minutes. Incredible, right? Incredible that the Harvesters would be able to get all these people to get into a near picturesque formation in that short period of time. It was the collars, those damnable things leading and pushing and pulling. Out of everything, there were few aspects about this world that Selena hated more than the wretched device clamped onto her neck. Just thinking about it made her itch.
No matter, no matter. This moment, this current moment, what was really causing such a twist in her gut was the fact that she was supposed to meet her match in about 25 seconds. You could literally taste the anticipation in the air as it dripped off every giggling and squealing bundle of joy in the halls.
So damn ignorant.
She couldn’t stand this. Having to participate in the…….in the Love Harvest…….it changed everything. All the plans, all the timetables just thrown out the window because she was supposed to be “partnered up”. Even if this supposed mate of hers happened to be a fellow Rebel, there was no way she could possibly trust him in a coordinating zone for the plans. And with her luck, Selena was sure she’d get stuck with a rich Loyalist snob with a personality as shallow as his pockets are deep. She vented a tiny sigh. Just thinking about it made her exhausted. And as if to make matters worse, a loud beep shot through her ears. It was every single collar activating at once. All the commoner’s on the Lower Class side (along with her) opened their eyes in avid excitement as their pieces flashed a bright red. If Selena understood correctly, the same would be happening to those on the Upper Class side (save the fact that their blue color would be glowing ever-so-vibrantly). The hushed whispers of anxiety traveled through the crowd as the metallic doorways unlocked and slowly began to spread apart. She had to squint again. This time the lightning was even brighter, to a point where it nearly hurt. But nobody else cared. They were all so focused on moving forward they just closed their optics and began moving in the scheduled march they had trained for. Selena looked at all the guards lining the great room they now entered, their helmets black and reflective, revealing no emotion. It was incredibly unnerving.
So she just cleared her throat and kept moving, her feet moving in sync with the others. They all stopped, only yards away from the opposing crowd of the Upper Class section. They all seemed to stare at each other as one might gaze at a new species, with curiosity and such. Some of those Loyalists, many in fact, merely turned up their noses with a huff while they looked down upon the eager commoners. It disgusted her.
But even with all of this, they would persist.
“The Love Harvest may now commence. Follow protocol 14.5 as you proceed in an orderly fashion according to your regulated trackers. Let the order provide you unity.”
The robotic feminine voice left as soon as it had arrived. Let the order provide you unity. Those very same words were the symbol of the United Nations. Yet another thing that brought a sickening taste to her mouth. The collars then beeped again, flaring colors of blue and red glaring into her eyes as the people were released from their current formation. She herself felt the expected electricity to shoot through her entire body, centralizing at the band-like machine. Selena grit her teeth, having no choice but to begin moving in the designated path. This was it. Like all the others who were now being pulled into their future, she was grasped by the icy claws of cruel possibility. The Lower Class mixed with the Upper Class, people swarming one another as the piercing sounds grew only louder and louder. Her felt as though they belonged to somebody else, even though she was controlling them.
Let the order provide you unity.
It was such a simple color…….so why must it hurt? Why must it shine with a blinding brightness, a reflective entity of colorless vulgarity? This was a truly terrible thing. They claimed it to be a symbol of equality and balance. But anybody with half a brain would be able to decipher the fact that it actually promoted restrictions and physical containers within our own society. Some people saw it as a happy, energetic placement. She simply saw it as death. Because what would death, a future death at that, be were it not broken and vague? It wouldn’t be death, that’s what. Selena viewed others ignorance to this subject to be a shame. It actually saddened her. How could they turn such a blind eye to something that was peering directly at them? This made no sense……yet somehow, someway, it functioned. The entire body had been poisoned, and now the only way to really survive was to cut off the head. Though as of now, all the girl could do was squint her light hazel eyes to the excessive whiteness all around her. She was crammed into the left stalls with hundreds, most likely thousands, of people, all waiting behind the rows of silver panels. Being so close to this many others made her extremely uncomfortable. In fact, Selena was crawling inside her skin. Nobody would guess that the seemingly fearless and confident female standing so proudly with her shoulders rolled back and her vision set straight ahead did really want nothing more than to be able to scream and crawl up the enormous marble walls away from this prison of bodies. But she couldn’t do that, and she knew it would never be an option, as it never had been. She must go through with the plan and maintain her strong stance throughout this entire ordeal, no matter how much her heart broke at seeing these settlements be put into place.
Selena folded her arms, her fitted white jumpsuit appearing to adjust to this new position. Her hair fell down to her shoulders, a caramel shade of brown that seemed to reflect the glowing lights. She couldn’t help but scowl, shifting her boots to try and move away from the group beside her. This came to no use, as next to her was yet another swarm of human beings. The girl’s temper was quickly rising. It took all of her self-control to not burst out in a furious rage. They had been all counted, judged, set up, and placed within a period of 20 minutes. Incredible, right? Incredible that the Harvesters would be able to get all these people to get into a near picturesque formation in that short period of time. It was the collars, those damnable things leading and pushing and pulling. Out of everything, there were few aspects about this world that Selena hated more than the wretched device clamped onto her neck. Just thinking about it made her itch.
No matter, no matter. This moment, this current moment, what was really causing such a twist in her gut was the fact that she was supposed to meet her match in about 25 seconds. You could literally taste the anticipation in the air as it dripped off every giggling and squealing bundle of joy in the halls.
So damn ignorant.
She couldn’t stand this. Having to participate in the…….in the Love Harvest…….it changed everything. All the plans, all the timetables just thrown out the window because she was supposed to be “partnered up”. Even if this supposed mate of hers happened to be a fellow Rebel, there was no way she could possibly trust him in a coordinating zone for the plans. And with her luck, Selena was sure she’d get stuck with a rich Loyalist snob with a personality as shallow as his pockets are deep. She vented a tiny sigh. Just thinking about it made her exhausted. And as if to make matters worse, a loud beep shot through her ears. It was every single collar activating at once. All the commoner’s on the Lower Class side (along with her) opened their eyes in avid excitement as their pieces flashed a bright red. If Selena understood correctly, the same would be happening to those on the Upper Class side (save the fact that their blue color would be glowing ever-so-vibrantly). The hushed whispers of anxiety traveled through the crowd as the metallic doorways unlocked and slowly began to spread apart. She had to squint again. This time the lightning was even brighter, to a point where it nearly hurt. But nobody else cared. They were all so focused on moving forward they just closed their optics and began moving in the scheduled march they had trained for. Selena looked at all the guards lining the great room they now entered, their helmets black and reflective, revealing no emotion. It was incredibly unnerving.
So she just cleared her throat and kept moving, her feet moving in sync with the others. They all stopped, only yards away from the opposing crowd of the Upper Class section. They all seemed to stare at each other as one might gaze at a new species, with curiosity and such. Some of those Loyalists, many in fact, merely turned up their noses with a huff while they looked down upon the eager commoners. It disgusted her.
But even with all of this, they would persist.
“The Love Harvest may now commence. Follow protocol 14.5 as you proceed in an orderly fashion according to your regulated trackers. Let the order provide you unity.”
The robotic feminine voice left as soon as it had arrived. Let the order provide you unity. Those very same words were the symbol of the United Nations. Yet another thing that brought a sickening taste to her mouth. The collars then beeped again, flaring colors of blue and red glaring into her eyes as the people were released from their current formation. She herself felt the expected electricity to shoot through her entire body, centralizing at the band-like machine. Selena grit her teeth, having no choice but to begin moving in the designated path. This was it. Like all the others who were now being pulled into their future, she was grasped by the icy claws of cruel possibility. The Lower Class mixed with the Upper Class, people swarming one another as the piercing sounds grew only louder and louder. Her felt as though they belonged to somebody else, even though she was controlling them.
Let the order provide you unity.