"How did you pull it off? And all without repression?"
The Council leaders gathered around the screen.
There, in the vastness of space, silver threads shimmered around one of the worlds, woven through its planets and dimensions.
A beautiful, elegant man turned to the screen as well.
"They're divided. Each group lives in its own circle based on shared values. You can visit the others, even switch circles if you like, but you can't impose your way of life on your neighbors."
"And what, everyone's happy with that?" one of the leaders asked, intrigued.
"No," the beautiful man laughed. But the smile didn't reach his cold black eyes. "But they have nothing to complain about. They face the consequences of the doctrines they believe in. Not everyone likes that. Still, I give them every law they ask for. Each group. There's room for everyone. It quickly becomes clear which models actually work.
Take the prohibition-lovers, they live worse than the freedom-lovers. But when they start crying that it's unfair the freedom-lovers have more resources — resources they created themselves — I just take them back in time. I show them, behind a transparent wall, exactly what the freedom-lovers did to build that wealth. 'Go ahead,' I say, 'join in, repeat it.' And then the difference becomes obvious.
Oh, and most kids are raised in a shared space. They're taught about every circle, so they can choose for themselves later. But some groups shout that children shouldn't be taken from their parents. Sadly, I give them that right too, to torment their children. There's a circle for that. Kids grow up with their idiot parents, no choice. But later, once they reach adulthood, they get a few years to travel, live and work in different circles and then choose."
"A perfect world," someone murmured in awe at the system.
The Black God leaned toward the screen, as if searching for a spark of intelligence within.
"Just a very well-designed prison. But for the underdeveloped, that's the best option."
"Prison? Come on, I'd call it a school," another god replied kindly.
"Well, sure. Let's go with that," the Black God shrugged.
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ContoThese are short stories, small stories, excerpts from books on arts of Ol Albireo. Here are mysticism, science fiction, fantasy, novels. Here are the diamond city and worlds under the rule of Emperors. Magical and, seemingly, ordinary.
