Authors: 001PUNK100
Tags: #romance, #god, #life, #destiny, #religion, #good, #evil, #purpose, #meaning of life
The Keepers
Chapter 4: The beginning of
death.
Chapter 4: The beginning of death
cont.
Chapter 5: The death of a
soul.
These stupid
lower ranks think they know all
…
what a laugh
,
t
hought
The First
rank
keeper.
Do I also
think I know all…well I do share much of the same DNA
,
h
e thought again.
I am first
rank keeper
…
how
dare they question my judgement. I am their superior. In the end
the truth is that I don’t know all
…
But the truth is also that I know
more, I am an original, I wasn’t taught keeping, I derived the need
to keep
,
h
e thought angrily and
justified.
“
I don’t agree
that the step up of the sex character to the momentum is a
solution, Sir First,”
the First
-rank-opposite said.
His job was to
disagree. It was part of his job description. The keepers were
separated into two factions with respect to
The First
rank keeper. One side was to agree with
what
The First
rank keeper said, the other
side was to oppose The First rank keeper. Agreeing or disagreeing
was just part of the job, the real business was to come up with
reasons. If The First rank keeper said that the step up of
entertainment would decrease (or rather change the shape of) the
momentum, the side supporting The First rank keeper would first
support, then derive as many reasons which support what The First
rank keeper said. The same is true for the disagreeing
side.
“
Elaborate, if
you may,” said The First-rank with as much superior arrogance a
hominid can muster from its rank. Your choice may be the final, but
some opposition still annoys. He imagined what it must be like to
be employed just to disagree with your superior. He thought about
which was the hardest; agreeing or disagreeing.
“
Surely, if
the sex character is stepped up, the integrity of
it
will diminish, it’s
what we were all taught. The more something is, the less value it
has.”
“
I was not
taught,
”
r
eproached The First, “ but I see what you mean, but you must
understand, they sought and found freedom
to the
extreme
, but contrary to what they think, more
freedom gives more problems.”
The whole assembly shifted
uncomfortably in their seats. What was said was said
matter-of-factly, without any attempt at an explanation. The First
noticed, and let the confusion fume its way through room.
“
Elaborate,
Sir First,”
the one next to The First-rank
opp asked. The First smiled, this was only the second in time in
his career that a lower ranking opposite had spoken to him
directly. It was total misbehaviour, everyone else in the room sat
still, awaiting the reproach. The First-rank-opposite smiled to
himself. He knew that being questioned by lower ranks was a sign of
weakness.
“Recorder
,
please record that a lower rank whom I have no inclination to refer
to directly has misbehaved in the congregation and shall be
penalized accordingly
,”
h
e said to the meeting stenographer. “I will
elaborate.” He folded his arms to add effect
and explained
“
t
he concept of freedom
seems appealing. Well from a case where society has been poorly
managed by the rulers, it definitely does. But freedom also give
way to disrespect, ill-discipline and such. You are welcome to
disagree but ‘freedom’ is really just a nicer word for ‘rebel’.
Freedom is attractive, because from
their
viewpoint it is a way of
attaining happiness in ways
which
they
choose. But with a population of the eleven-billion people on
earth, happiness must be relative. You see that when it is not
relative, one would be allowed to achieve happiness at the cost of
anything, good or bad
and thus t
he problem
with freedom is that freedom knows no limits.”
He stopped
and took
a breathe.
They all looked at The First,
but their minds were elsewhere. They were contemplating what he was
saying. The First observed the effect, and chose to elaborate
further.
“
During
school,” The First continued, “You were told the meaning of life.
That it is to keep the momentum going. You also saw that the best
momentum is one where there is a god and you also learned that the
best god is one which is chosen to be arbitrarily absolute. It can
also be easily deduced that if there is a god, there must be an
anti-god too, where when the god says live, the anti-god says the
opposite. How long have humans been living with (even though the
practice was not severe) a god? For a long time, so long a time
that a child needs not to be told but can derive the need for a god
on its own.”
The First
paused again, he was on the podium standing as would a
lecture
stand
to first-year students on
the first day of
college
. His stern,
assertive voice and his tall and lean figure drew attention to
himself, even when not talking, the eyes of his peers were on him.
He was the man. He walked around the podium to the desk near the
desk where the
meeting stenographer
was
seated
. The brilliant light from
the chandelier made the water in the decanter on the desk sparkle
and gave it the colours of the rainbow that alternated as he
approached it. In an easy manner he took the decanter and poured
himself a glass of water. He drank and as he drank, his masculine
neck made his large
Adam's
apple move up
and down. During this act, not one in the room looked away from
him. He was the man. He lowered the glass.
“
Now, stepping
up the sex character to a point where it means happiness will make
sex the reference point. Gentleman, understand that the human race
is fresh from war, fresh from oppression, fresh from hurt, they are
vulnerable, the anti-god effect will act. Considers us lucky that
we can focus the attack. If not sex where then should it be
focused? On fighting again? On their emotions so that they curse
God? Yes the value of sex and its integrity will be lost but there
are more things of value than sex, if we focus the attack on sex,
then sex itself will relieve them.”
He paused again and drank the
remaining water in the glass. From the expressions on keepers'
faces, the paused seemed to annoy them, they wanted him to talk, to
make a choice because after all the supporting and opposing
reasons, really, all that mattered was the choice he would
make.
“
We know what
sex is. We can control sex.” He
allowed
the statement sink in by stopping.
The First-rank-opposite took
this chance to ask a question.
“
So, Sir
First, what is the plan?”
“
The plan,
first-rank-opp, is simple. We will simply need an orphan who
we
will raise to save
the world.” The First smiled self ingratiatingly .“Meeting
adjourned, I and The First-rank-opp shall remain.”
The rest of
the keepers reluctantly rose from their seats and headed for the
exit opposite the podium. The
stenographer
was not sure whether to stay or to leave but The First nodded
for the latter and she also rose and left. The First stepped down
from the podium, went down the stairs of the stage and made his way
to where The First-rank-opp was seated. The First-rank-opp shifted
uncomfortably in his seat. He knew that when it was just the two of
them, there was no opposing The First
’s
judgement
. He knew that whatever The First said,
he would just have to take in as would a private do
with
a general.
The First
took
the seat next to
The First
-rank-opp and
sat down with a heavy sigh, as would a man do after sex. This
made
The First
-rank-opp even more
uncomfortable. Even more so when
The First
turned his head and looked at him straight in the eye with
his deep black eyes that where as a pit which stored years upon
years of wisdom, eyes that told that to every problem, there is a
solution. Pitch black eyes which told that the solution was not
always a
benevolent solution
. He looked
down and sighed, fearfully, but
The First
maintained looking directly at him.
“
The antigod
effect has never been more powerful, in all my years of
keeping
, that is.
” He
folded his
arms and he let his elbows rest on his knees
for
dramatic effect, “But luckily, we are smarter.
”
“
Care to
elaborate further about the plan, Sir First?”
The
First
-rank-opp was annoyed by the way
The
First
spoke, in fact he was annoyed by how all
those carrying wisdom spoke. To him, it was as if the wise did not
want to impart their wisdom, but having no choice but to impart it,
they spoke it in such undecipherable, ambiguous enigmas. He waited
and hoped that
The First
would
elaborate.
“
Find me an
orphan, I will control his experiences and wealth and
problems
, and I expect
you and the others to follows instructions. D
o not ask for
assistance in finding one, I leave that only to your judgement.
But, an exception, choose one who is nearer to the glide-scope of
an absolute god.
”
“
You are the
boss, Sir First.
” He looked at his hands then continued “How
can freedom be bad?
You said freedom knows no
limits, Sir First, but surely they have the law.”
“
I agree that
the law may become a limit to freedom” replied
The First
“but, you have to observe that their law is
simply an attempt of a passage into the system by the antigod
effect. We know that after all the
trials and
tribulations
, respect to and the belief in their
god will dwindle, and the anti-god effect will find passage through
the law. I have told you that the antigod is now more powerful than
ever, the plan is to focus that power on something we might be able
to control.”
“
We know the
sex character?. Sir First?”
The First-rank-opp asked.
“
Exactly”
replied
The First
.
“Am
tellin
y
a gurl...if the sex’aint good nuf, I’s
leavin da guy
,
” said the woman who was
weaving the other woman’s hair.
“
I
d
on
’
t know what
you waistin your time for, ‘for I get down wit a guy, I tell ‘em “I
gotta see da package first
.
”” said
the
woman
who was being weaved.
They both spoke in naturally
slutty voices.
When I was young sluttiness was
only an act.
The salon stand was just near
the atm, so that anyone who came to use it during the hairdresser's
work time could hear the conversations. And anyone who cared to or
by chance used this particular atm often during working hours could
tell that the conversations, no matter who was talking, were
focused on sex, money and drugs…always.
I remember
growing up
...
and it was
different
, Lysei thought
as he lost focus
of the women’s conversation.
Perhaps all
those with parents are destined to doom.
The man in
front of him using the atm was on the phone. He spoke loudly and
his manner and his colourful shirt, his big hat barely hiding his
thick
dreadlocks
, his funny looking skinny
pants giving a horrible shape to his fat legs, told that he cared
not about what anyone thought about him.