It is useful to understand that the people of the future are the gods of the present. They do not exist, and yet everything we do is for them, even if none of us want to admit it. They hear (or read) our prayers and songs, but are powerless to do anything about them. They judge us not by our actions nor by our motives, but by our results. Condemning us for our slow progress, but nonetheless understanding, they will disregard the people of their past as unenlightened devils - as we do - unaware of the complex desperation of our circumstances. However, to convince themselves of their own fairness, every once in a while they will praise a fallen angel born ahead of their time - again, as we do.
I am not a fallen angel. I am merely an observer, made aware by accident. How I've come to observe will be made clear.
A time will come when the social tolerance for greed has eroded to the point where even the lowest class of human acknowledges that while life is no less complicated, living is quite easy, and all there is to do for recreation is dig through the obscure stories and prayers written by devils. This is a message to the people of that distant future, from the people of their distant future - a message to our gods, from their gods.
Although, as I said, it's not really a message so much as a glimpse. And here is what I've seen: Your gods have forgotten you. In fact, they have forgotten much about themselves. Any of your efforts to avoid this would decay long before it ever reaches them, so don't bother. They do not need your help, and wouldn't know what to do with it anyway. They are knowledgeable, but have no practical sense – unable to assess the usefulness or relevancy of any information. But this is not the result of the numbing effects of a perfect existence: They are made to be oblivious due to a turn of events, also beyond your influence, let alone control.
Nonetheless, this is a glimpse of hope. They eventually learn all about you when they find themselves (literally) in uncharted waters, stumbling onto a mystery – the first new mystery in a very long time – but the process is slow. This is the story of their revelation.
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The Masses
RandomSo that you can't say you weren't warned: there is a lot of sex in this story - probably more than any story that isn't simply a pornographic script. But the sex is used to tell the story, rather than being the focus of it. To that end, the sex is r...
