Most people forget that technology still existed by 1986. Canadians were being killed, however, bytes lived on. An opportunity was presented to the High Council to apply their imperialist methods from the past to harness and control this technology, which conveniently solved another problem on their hands.
Before Kidville's inception, the High Council had nearly finished developing the curriculum, however, question began circling among them on how and where to store their post, that way they were protected from any future renegades.
During their search, the idea of a storage facility was brought up. First named Placement 202 – staff then began mixing it up with its structural position in the High Council building, which was room number 202 – this area captures basic addition to even their polygamy.
In order to pull the plug, they first needed to infiltrate the daily world. They began with cars. Two wheels, trunk, four wheels, door, eighteen wheelers, then cockpits, astronauts, and wings disappeared. What else could we see they didn't? Antenna; bugs. Screen; ophthalmology. Light; us. Why? Bikes drive faster; books are safer – you can look at them all day without pesky glasses; light is a very safe element, except we can wield it better than you can. Outside Canada, supercomputers began replacing mainframes. Suddenly, their correspondence – dubbed the Articles of Knowledge – could be stored digitally, rendering their paper copies obsolete.
Yet it was noticed that Party workers still enjoyed these abolished privileges: text, email, cars, television, and longer off-hours.
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Kidville enjoyed a crisp, Mediterranean June. This heavenly period added to their melon, strawberry, and black cherry stores.
Known as Thomas by many of his PU friends, Tobias Michael Kirkwood lived in a privileged neighborhood, however, before his identity as a 'conspiracist' and 'rebel' had matured, Thomas was once like his peers, believing in Icurisology, the 27, and Sir Nick who would become his greatest question of all.
During development, he burned whenever trying to rationalize the actual significance of these people – deities whom they were taught to follow – and their legacy. Yet, whenever Mrs. Hockenberry, Thomas's sixth-year theology teacher, drilled them on the significance of Sir Nick to the world, his brow would raise – and so would his hand – and all his teachers unmistakably swatted him down, stifling much of his early confidence and curiosity.
The most formidable of Thomas's questions, until recently, was of the identities of his true parents. In Kidville, orphans were issued 'father and mother figures' (distinction on figure), so from the time he could interpret basic polynomials and work through history until his freedom from this indoctrination, Thomas had referred to Mr. and Mrs. Markus as his parents.
Yet, despite being conditioned into believing these people - utter strangers whom he must submit to until 15, at which point he was considered 'beyond nurturing age' – were his parents, Thomas deduced from their bipolar tendencies, refusal of questions, and short, prancing movements – as if they contained a secret which, on their deaths, would come and crucify them – he realized they were just two little pawns in a big, losing game of chess. Mr. and Mrs. Markus, here, thank you very much.
And this was the question he sought to answer now; the mournful death of Ferris Jean not timed any better.
Who were his true parents?
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The Canadian Empire
Short Story"In the beginning, Alden Alexander published Kidville." *** The Canadian Empire is an allegory that depicts life in Kidville, a communist nation. The story follows Joanne, a dissident, who is deceived by Thomas - another 'rebel' - into joining his r...
