Cruel New World

Ch 1 -- Phone Call

January 1, 3027

"Hello?" The Chairman answered my phone-call.

We all looked out.

I asked,

"Did you fire Carilinneh without my permission?" I asked him.

"Yes. But, Somera, why would I ever need your permission to make such choices?" He insisted.

"Because I am the one who make the Brave World's music. It was called, 'Whatever', but you changed it to 'Brave World' after I sold it to you." I reminded.

"Oh, I already told you why I changed it. I wanted it to be emotional. I thought it would fit." He said to me.

"I know. But still, I made that music." I commented.

"Enough with your comments, Somera. I fired Carilinneh because she blamed the Nonbelieveists, who supported her to become famous and successful. She was so ungrateful." He reasoned.

"But, that was my music." I commented.

"I made that choice. It's enough. She's fired." He ended the phone-call.

"Wow, what a fucking asshole." Zhurishinuh, the agency's Security-Guard, commented.

"That was my music..." I disappointed.

"Sorry about that, Somera. Just ignore him. United-Agency is not even ours. We just regulate it." Charishinuh, the agency's Technologist, commented.

"Oh, whatever. He literally turned my bullshit into art. That was great." I commented.

"Yeah. He did. It was unnecessary, but worth it." Charishinuh commented.

"Wow, Carilinneh so finished her singing-career." Zharishini, the agency's Paparazzi, commented.

"She was the best Singer, too." Zhurishini, the agency's Investigater, commented.

"Don't all remember? She literally said that becoming a Singer was her dream." Shurishini, a Physician, reminded.

"Oh yeah, she did say that in her debut-speech." Churishiani, a Nurturer, remembered.

"Yeah..." We remembered.

"Um, let's just not say anything." I commented.

"Yep." All agreed.

January 9, 3027

More than one week passed since that day. I went to work.

I received a phone-call from the Chairman.

I immediately connected the speaker-system to the rest of the Nonbelieveists.

I answered,

"Hello?"

"Somera, could you come to my office the first thing in the morning?" The Chairman asked.

"Yes, Chairman. I will do that." I confirmed.

"Um, Somera. You can just call me by my name." He implied.

"But, wouldn't that be rude?" I asked.

"No, it's fine." He said.

"Okay, your word, not mine." I assured.

"Okay, I understand." He hung up.

I took the elevator to the top floor of the United-Agency headquarters. 

Floor 5000.

The agency-headquarters really has 5000 floors. How cool. 

Anyways, I got the Chairman's office.