"This steak is delicious, Father!" said a child with a brilliant smile on his face.
"Wonderful, son! That was my goal!" The father chuckled, along with the child's mother, sister, and older brother.
The family continued to laugh and enjoy their meals; everything seemed perfect, until the T.V. flickered on. The children dropped their silverware on the table, turned their heads to face the T.V., and ran over to it yelling, "Mr. Griffin is on! Mr. Griffin is on!"
The T.V. showed hundreds, maybe thousands, of people marching. They were all wearing red, pinned outfits and had their arms to their sides. They all had a strange and painful smile scraped upon their faces. They all looked the same. A man with a deep, foreboding voice began to talk, "Remember to follow the rules of the area." he chanted out a friendly reminder to all citizens to do what they were told, and almost immediately the children began to follow along, repeating and repeating as if their brains were sent into autopilot.
The sun was frighteningly bright as the camera began to scroll past the marchers to what seemed to be a statue. The statue was crooked, bent, and broken. It began to move; then it spoke. "Griffin! Griffin! That's him!" the children exclaimed as they leaped through the air and patted the legs of their mother and father.
Griffin started talking, as if he'd rehearsed what he was saying a thousand times before. He was fake, synthetically handsome, and oddly symmetric. His body showed no sign of life; no breath came from his lips. His chest laid still, and his shadow was nowhere to be seen. He moved his entire body like a toy soldier who had a smile slapped upon his face, crooked and tapered. Griffin's eyes and lips twitched with each word. Seconds later the T.V. flickered off with the sound of long fingernails being scraped along a tin wall. The children were different now. Their heads were tilted at thirty degrees, they refused to blink, and they locked eyes with themselves in the reflection of the T.V. They were smiling. Life was wonderful.
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Victory for the People
FantasyBefore the fall, a prophecy told of one person that would unlock the secrets to the world. Years and years have gone by but there has been no people the prophecy has spoken of. Now the year is 3051 A.D. the world is different and people have forgott...
