We the Better

We the Better

                A Male sat in the booth of the popular café, sweating profusely in his constricting pinstriped suit. He grabbed a handkerchief and dabbed at the sweat forming on his forehead, thinking about what he was about to do. Many other Males looked at him curiously, for it was extraordinarily out of character for a Male, especially a Pinstriped Male, to be nervous about something. Even some waitress Females dared to peek up at him with curious glances. The Female the Male was worried and thinking about was also peeking at him curiously.

                “You seem nervous about something,” a voice cut into the Pinstriped Male’s thoughts. The Pinstripe glanced up, and saw a Male eyeing him with condescending eyes. The Pinstriped Male looked at this Male, taking care to not make eye contact because of the instructions the Superior Male gave him, and took note of the blue robe covering him. A Low Robed Male, the Pinstriped Male thought. He inwardly sighed, thinking about how pretentious and patronizing the Low Robed Males could be. They were not as high as the High Robed Males, but they still acted as though the lorded over everyone. In reality, the Low Robed Males ruled over only the Pinstriped Males, the Suited Males, and the Common Males.

                “No, sir. I’m just thinking about the latest talks in the Counsel,” the Pinstriped Male responded after bowing his head. He chuckled nervously in an attempt to remove attention from his frenzied state.

                The Low Robed Male cocked his head and a tight expression came across his face. “Ah, yes. The Suited Males, those young fools, seem to think we should give Women some power and rights.” He chuckled humorlessly and continued on. “The utter nerve of those fools! Especially after what the Women did to us! I don’t even understand how they can think so…differently.” The Pinstriped Male averted his eyes and gulped profusely, thinking about what he was about to do. The Low Robed Male seemed to catch on to this action, and the Pinstriped Male, still averting his eyes, see him narrow his eyes, almost into tiny slits. “I’ll say, you mustn’t get caught up in the foolishness of this whole mess. In a way, our fate rests in the hands of you Pinstripes, as you will be the next generation of Robed Males,” the Low Robed Male said, somewhat warningly.

                “Y-yes, of course, my fellow Male,” the Pinstriped Male stammered. The Low Robed Male looked as if he wanted to chide the Pinstriped Male some more, but he thought better of it, and walked away muttering “foolish idiots”. The Pinstriped Male was tempted to mouth a few choice words at the Low Robed Male’s back, but refrained from doing so, remembering that he was on a very important assignment given to him by none other than the one and only Superior Male. The Male had been elated when he of all people had been chosen, and could remember the incident clear as day, as it had happened a mere two days ago.

                “Pinstriped Male 775, please report to the Superior Male’s office immediately,” a Male voice said over the speaker, cutting through the stiffening silence of the café. Immediately, the eyes of all of the Males in the room swiveled to the awkward and lanky young Male who was still staring at the intercom with confusion. He continued staring and even pinched himself. As though suddenly noticing the hundreds of pairs of eyes on him, he cleared his throat and made his way to the Superior Male’s office, both excited and anxious. The clicking of the Male’s polished shoes on the marble floor was the only sound in the hallways as the Male finally arrived at the door of the office. He stared at the large ornate door for a few minutes, before gathering up the courage to knock on it. However, before he could do so, it opened on its own, revealing a youthful Male sitting behind the desk, the only furniture in the room, with a slight smile directed at the Pinstriped Male.