Existentialist Dreaming

I was dying, my rationale for life, crumbling
Like a sad relic

I had no purpose, no choices to make, vacuous
There was nothing left

The deprivation came, there would be no changing
To affect my world

Just being, aware of my person, self
Simplicity, self

Without volition, I was hopelessly fettered
Helpless in bondage

Without sensation, Omnes nihil est, the void
The plane of limbo

With no memories, no connection to my past
The dynamic act

The exchange of movement, positive impression
Shaping forms and hues

Indistinct and empty, adrift in thought, in hell
Without pain, only time

Enduring it, like falling sand slipping through the
Hourglass, frictionless

I woke-up in shock, cold light washing over me
I was terrified

Overjoyed, I was when the doctor said to me
The cryonics worked

Emergence 3.0 – Section Seven, War; Part Forty-five, Possession; Chapter Two, Home

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 323, Tuesday
November 20th, 2018

Chapter Two: Home

Life in the Galactic Empire was like a woven tapestry, with the Continuum dictating how every thread was stretched across the loom, integrating each starnd into the fabric of the whole.

The images were constantly changing, moving, developing, even the tiniest detail of the lives of the citizens fed the hunger of the Collective.

The Imperial government was the loom, the Imperial schools and the cult were the shuttlecock, and the Observers in the field were like the hands that pulled the threads through.

The Empire controlled every aspect of family life, how it was employed, whether or not they would advance, how much they could save, how much food was on their table.

To resist the will of the Empire even in thought, was considered to be a grave sin.

A person could not move from one dwelling to the next without Imperial approval. The Empire kept families bound to a single dwelling for generations, only moving them if and when their rank changed, and that occurred only if it served the interests of the Continuum, and the narratives it was developing.

This offered the ordinary citizens a sense of normalcy and reliability, but it stifled all of their hope.

Even marriage was subject to Imperial approval. In most cases the Empire did not exercise that control, but it did when it served the broader purpose of the Continuum. A marriage proposal would be approved or denied “according to the will of the gods,” the Continuum and the Collective.

Procreation itself was tightly controlled.

For those with means, unsanctioned pregnancies could be terminated. Those who were afraid to report to the empire or who could not afford am abortion, were forced to abandon their children to the outcasts and untouchables.

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