A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Saturday, March 23rd, 2019
Chapter Two: Anger
Jim was sick with disgust over the hedonistic abuses of the Collective. Through his participation in it he had facilitated the creation of a trillion private hells, each one of them masquerading as a personal paradise.
Jim was angry.
He was pained and distraught when he saw the Continuum turn its attention to the living worlds of time and space, transforming each of them into a mirror image of its own privation and ruin.
He felt a deep sense of shame and personal responsibility over the nightmare this construct had become.
The core of his being was filled with a sharp bitterness over the way that each member of the Collective had squandered its existence, they could have created worlds of joy and beauty, there were virtually no limitations on their imagination, and yet they squandered their power for petty satisfactions and banal evil.
He wanted to die.
He knew that he was not responsible for the creation of the Collective, he was just one person among many managing that incredible feat of engineering. He was only playing a part on a great team of scientists and researchers seeking to penetrate the mystery of life-everlasting.
He was horrified by what their work had turned into, and by how utterly they had failed to anticipate it.
They were a gaggle of voyeurs, feeding their most obscene habits like the worst of gluttons, without giving a single thought to the consequences that the satisfaction of their hunger would have on the lives of simple, ordinary people.
They devoured entire star systems without reflection on the real cost in pain and suffering their appetites brought.
They had forgotten that the citizens of the Empire were in fact their own progeny, they were descendants of the Ancient People.
The membership of the Collective were addicts and he blamed the Continuum for pushing their addictions on them, and keeping them sedated.
He felt hopeless.
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