Memory Fragments: Probity

Noble Clout

Sonny, Tonny, Ronny, Bonny, Conny, Jonny & Donny. The seven brothers of nobility
They are natural born clouts among politics and influential events in our society
The unmatched paragons of serenity and abstention. Giving no liberty to austerity
These gaseous nobles have been tested; yet our people remain blind in their piety

Running for each of the seven districts, a brother treasures impartibility and honesty
They each communicate the needs and wants, but know not of negligence and cruelty
For they meet every care and request. These seven districts' "makers" of eternal tranquility
Say what you will about them, for their clout just gets bigger with no truth behind animosity

Many are the rumors surrounding them. Many are the clouds of words above their heads
But none can be heard. For they are too high up in the skies among the lofty, foolish ideals
Their motto is to remain stable and grounded. So that no thunder, to the world, spreads
But soon the ground shakes, making of thunder an imaginative under everyone's ordeals

This poses a threat to the brothers' order. For all must remain calm and without trouble
They get together to investigate what the shaking could have been, but no avail is found
The mystery of the earth's discomfort may perhaps had been for a droplet or an air bubble
Something perturbed the basis of these brothers' campaign. Something deep-rooted in the ground

Out of nowhere, as if it was made from thin air, an eight brother came crashing down
There was no legitimacy to his parentage nor his likeness to his supposed brethren
Yet the people saw this as an omen of bad times. A discord, arousing in the town
He claimed to be the "stabilizer" of the brothers. The eighth paragon that had always been

Helium, Neon, Argon, Krypton, Xenon, and Radon. These were the districts each brother ran for
But this mysterious eight sibling spouted seemingly lies when he spoke about an eight one
The district of Oganesson. Left alone and isolated from the rest, an anomaly among their core
A "fleeting" and "reactive" region, the brothers said there was nothing they could have done

No matter what they did, the order the instilled would crumble and fall to chained chaos
Oganesson was a new district meant to serve as a reservoir for unstable gases
But that soon proved to be futile as each saw a reactive and compulsory seance
Many tragedies took placed there, so they sealed it off to help and safeguard the masses

But this eighth brother said different. He said he was "Trismegistus: The Rounder Link"
He presented evidence on how he restored peace and order on the neglected district
Books called the "Brontologion" and the "Peri Seismon." Contrasts to the brothers' sync
They also had a book by which they abided. The "Salmeschoiniaka" of rule strict

The eighth sibling's books were filled with information about stars, and the overall universe
Rules of alchemy and the wonders and dangers of thunder and earthquakes were present too
These books spelled the cornerstones of the Oganesson's restoration and converse
Denoting a full opposition of the relation the other districts stood for, it's presence grew

"May the earth rumble anew, creating life out of its fissures. Gases abound free and unhinged"
"Rumors and idiologies spread like wildfire, consuming the little gas there is stable and partial"
"Only we, of the eight noble gases, can stabilize this unrest. On this truth, our future is hinged"
"Fleeting as it may be, it exists. Life born and consumed, yet the air smells like fiery martial"

"Is the smell of war above your heads? The clout you gathered, a cloud of ruinous thunder?"
"What people say about you, up in the air, like floating words that inflate your egos?"
"Yet you keep being serene and unreactive. Afraid of tearing your links to the people asunder"
"I am one with Oganesson. I am its martyr of valence and stabilizer of the path it goes"

Soon, the eight brother proclaimed to have done his duty as a paragon of his area
That he was the only one who had actually achieved a complete stabilization of his region
But the seven brothers took offence to this claims. Denying the word from the "gas of hysteria"
"Weighty claims coming from the one so heavy that it sunk its district into a warring legion"

"Only one hundred and eighteen people survived your war for freedom. Only your supporters"
"Yet they are fleeting as you are. Nothing but a moment of rapid will and a compulsive remark"
"We carry the weight of our own people as clouds above us. However many, we give quarters"
"Whether your area is complete or extreme, it is gone in an instant; a landscape most stark"

"How can you say you have achieved stability, when the skies above are filled with nebula?"
"Clouds of unknown raining doubt and mystery in which only chaos can manifest in gases"
"We have followed our book to the letter. Allowed calm and order, transparent, to the retina"
"No odor, no color, no nothing. May the stars shine bright with clear and natural flashes"

This was true, to an extent. Chaos is born from unkowingness and, from it, hope
A hope to achieve something greater than the same old, same old. Yet this was not it
Oganesson could not withstand its own weight. Like a gaseous neck tied with a rope
A rope of slavery. Tying down the mentality of true freedom by way of befit

It was as natural as breathing. The short-lived span of a chaotic way of life
Juxtapositioned with the fervor of tranquility, Oganesson struggled with existence
How could there be a way of living without excitement? A link between people bereft of strife?
That is why they kept vanishing in an instant. Like thunder and earthquake, a fast subsitence

"And yet, you need me to exist. For as short and fast as Oganesson is, it rounds up all"
"We keep the earth you walk stable by forming a perfect structure with our eighth land"
"We maintain the clouds of inlfuence high up as to elevate all of you past the electron wall"
"We are the the true stabilizers. The ones you need around to keep you from disband"

Trismegistus spoke a truth unfaltering. Without Oganesson, the other district would be taken
The way this world works is by having eight rounded districts with a core at the center
Whoever was in charge of this core, could maitain neutrality and serenity amidst being shaken
By other worlds colliding and taking citizens away. Assimilating them into their orbital centre

The seven brothers always kept knew of this warring nature, but feign ignorance and isolation
This was to protect what little citizenship they had to their name. Eighty-six gas atoms at best
None interacted with one another though. Perhaps fear of taking away and becoming an anion
No cultural exchange, no diversity in their people. Just seven separate districts of nary a guest

They each ran for their respective district, sure. But there was always one who kept the core
Oganesson and Trismegistus where not originally linked. The later was initially the core runner
He saw how his eigth land was forsaken and split himself in twain to prevent the radical of war
But this imposed a changed in him. In order to save his people, he became an isotoner

One who could divide itself into two, maintaining neutrality among parties, but not positivity
The clout it gathers charges up with positive feedback, leaving them as an influential person
But little do the supporters know, that the one being supported is charged with negativity
One hundred and eighteen to be exact. The emerging Oganesson electrons, the nuclei, worsen

Naturally born out of the clout that the savior was gathering, they were too much for him
Trismegistus was not intended to be one, but the negligence of one of the brothers drove him
Who could have forgotten to run and care for Oganesson? Which brother forgot their prelim?
They looked at each other, trying to discern the cutter of the stabilizer of the last orbital limb

Who was the instigator? What benefit could it bring to collapse and be stolen to another?
Regardless of the outcome, an anarchy was due. To revoke the heavy clouds and foster
Independence from all districts was the true goal. A dispersion, leaving not a single brother
Not in power or stable. The radical policy of freedom into outer worlds began to prosper

Without the clouds of clout, all could see past the influence of the seven brothers
Without the isotoning of Trismegistus, Oganesson would have collapsed and unstabilized all
Again, regardless of what came to pass, an anarchy rained from the clout gathered from others
All districts feared the rapture by other cores, so they instigated the long ocurred nobility's fall