Layers

Part 1

"The new shipment is here!" called out Michael the distributor. The dumbwaiter lowered into the copper reddish brown world of the Mesos. Fresh food and new goods showered over these people of power. Their faces would have blushed in arousement with all these things being brought to them but it was all too periodic. Every morning the dumbwaiter would bring products produced and sterilized by the classes below them but lived above them.
    Each Meso gathered around the town's center to receive their inalienable share. A crowd of pale pudgy faces leisurely strolled on down. Never having to muss or fuss, everyone was lazy and relied completely on other classes to serve them. 
    "What do you think they have for us today?" Mya asked in blunt sarcasm. Everyday there was something so delicious or extravagant to be had, that it left no effect on these people.
    "I hope they at least had the courtesy of removing rocks and rubble before sending them down," whined Melissa. Being pampered enough can lead to smugness as you can see. Once everyone had had their share, each citizen resigned to their homes to laze around until the next day.
" What do you  think the crust people look like?" asked Mya. Mesos except food from creatures that they've never even seen before.
" Who cares; what we should be asking is why this shipment was so much smaller!" Melissa snapped back.
" Do you think it's possible that they run out of resources?" Mya said in a concerned voice.
" How could they when we give all that we don't use, back to them. They should be thankful for what we give to them. They are the ones who need us," Melissa responded trying to reassure Mya of their lifestyle.
         The days came and went being just as uneventful as the day before. Each time the people returned to the town's center there was less and less supplies, but how could they worry when they had never had any responsibility for taking care of their own lives. Having the false sense of importance and thinking that other classes relied on them was a form of brainwashing but necessary to keep the system running and of course , who would question this lifestyle while being a Meso.
      Then, one morning came when the dumbwaiter did not make its journey through the layers all the way down to the Meso's town's center. Considering the recent shortages, it caused the people to raise an eyebrow.
"No worries my good men and women," Michael the distributor said in a calming voice, " those lazy Asthenos are probably just a little delayed from all the great food that is being prepared for us."
        Once again, days came and went and the dumbwaiter never returned. Hunger fled through the stomachs of the Mesos and soon, starvation claimed them. Moaning and groaning the people took their last steps toward the town's center in pure desperation. Any sight of a single morsel of food could possibly lighten the mood and assist in their survival for just enough time for the shipment to come.
          Still hopeful, the community grew weaker and weaker, some dying while others awaited their goods that would never come.
Faces laid down in the copper dirt and soon the people of the Mesosphere were extinct. The smell of rotting carcuses fled the borrow of what once was the Meso people.