Inachevé

Five - 1607 - H

1.      One mustn't salute to any superior or the state's flag; but instead bow from the waist.

2.      One mustn't speak unless spoken to and the content should be of importance.   Unnecessary talking can cause distraction and slow progress in tasks.

3.      One mustn't complain about his/her conditions, SILENCE IS FREEDOM. 

4.      If one must complain, he/she will be asked to take it up with Haman himself. 

5.      One mustn't ever work alone and/or independently.  Independence causes slow progress.  Community effort causes fast progress.

6.      If one is to make a mistake, he/she and the entire community must deal with the same punishment for that person's fault.

7.      One mustn't show any type of romantic affection to another unless chosen to do so with a selected partner.

8.      One must follow the schedule every day, which is printed in every room.  Punishments will vary with the person and the task he/she missed. 

9.      What Haman does or decides, the community must also do and agree to. 

10.   If one is to play in secrecies or invite others in his/her crime, the leaders will decide capital punishment.   

In the year of 2060, eight hundred-thousand people were terrified by those black words that Phillip Haman wrote in the year 2010, exactly fifty years ago.   Haman's Ten Decrees were to be respectively followed every day or that person, who failed to meet those decrees, must suffer the consequences.

Haman's World, as the people nicknamed it, took up the entire center of the United States of America.  The people were housed in a huge square concrete structure that measured about 1000 miles square. 

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AT EXACTLY 24:08, military time, five guards of the 1st tower, dragged in a new recruit.  It was pretty obvious to the other inmates that the new recruit was rebellious and interesting because he had to have five guards haul him in rather than two.   The huge, barbed gates were strenuously pushed open by two adjacent workers as the new recruit was forcefully pulled in.  Above the entrance were huge words printed in delicate italic, it read: WELCOME TO THE NEW WORLD – WHERE ONLY PROGRESS AND DREAMS ARE MADE. 

The camp was not just a small plot of barren wasteland - it was actually a huge multifaceted structure that took up the entire center of the United States of America.  From satellite, it was measures 1005 miles long and a 1000 miles square wide; maybe a little bigger.  The population was surprisingly huge, but what made it unbelievably small was the fact that it held "recruited" civilians from all parts of the world.

Those who went over the population number, 800,000 were either killed silently or killed brutally in front of everyone who lived in that 1000 square base.  If a woman was pregnant and already had a child, the people in charge were "legally" allowed to abort the child; if there was to be a family, only one child was permitted.  In 2010, there were over 300 million people living in America, but in 2060, it had boiled down to a measly population of about 800,000 people.     

The new recruit wasn't the usual twenty-something, dreamy looking hero, he instead was rather thin; fine featured; and gentle looking.  The first thing everyone assumed, besides thinking him odd and feisty, was that he was going to die in the following days, if not that night.  But the citizens of Haman's World (as called by the people) were wrong – the recruit wasn't just another human puppet, he was there to literally change the world.

"Who's that?" asked Lydia, commonly called "1511-C", as she saddled up beside ex-General, 1575-T, former named, "Michael."   Lydia was a beautiful, freckled face young woman who was one of the hardest working citizens in Haman's World. Though she still contained her womanly figure, her arms were muscular from hauling heavy supplies back and forth from different huts and stations.  Her back was firm and strongly structured; if some one was to glance at her back, they would easily mistake it her as a young man.   Her dark brown hair was pulled back in an ugly bun that hung tightly against the nape of her neck – all the women wore their hair like that at Haman's World.  Lydia was twenty-eight, but her weathered face fooled everyone to think she was thirty-five. 

"I think that's the new guy," Michael answered as he put his tool box down onto the red colored dirt.  He lifted his hands and propped them on his hips.  Michael was also attractive, though his thirty-eight years of serving under Haman made him look older and wearier.  Michael's black hair was shaved close to the scalp, like that of Haman's, and his jaw was free of whiskers.  All the men's hair and face followed the same style of Haman's.  If one man was to forget about to shave his whiskers, he was to be flogged five times.  Michael's build was sturdy and solid, proving that he had worked every day in Haman's world since he was born in 2022. 

"What do you think of him?"  Lydia asked as she blocked the setting sun with her arm.

"I don't know, but something tells me that he's going to be a handful."  Michael dropped his arms and picked up his tool box and headed back to the supply room.  Michael was extremely good at identifying people, even if he didn't speak a word to them.   Lydia turned away and headed back to her post, which was cooking dinner.

Everyone at Haman's had several jobs that had to be done and completed at a certain time or they'd be punished severely.  Michael was Haman's prized general until he found out that Michael was interested in Lydia, who he fancied as well.  He quickly had Michael beaten and stripped of his high position and forced him to work as an architect, a shoe maker, and a furniture designer. 

Lydia cooked, sewed, delivered things, and was a part time teacher for the children.