Dystopia

Chapter 9

Today was an important day throughout the Isolone. Today, was the only day all four factions would be together in the same room, although never interacting with each other. Eric was currently dressing in his usual white clothing ready to head out of his home to the International Auditorium where the Choosing Ceremony would take place. 

The Choosing Ceremony was when all the children born in the Commoner Elite would get assigned their own faction.

Eric met his parents outside of the house. The ceremonial dressing were the usual white pants and blouse, but with the addition of a hooded white cloak lined in silver. Eric placed the hood of his cloak on his head so his abnormal black hair was covered from sight. Together, the Commoner faction walked to the auditorium. 

Meanwhile in the Undesired Elite, children were loading specialized transportation along with their Caretakers. Oliver sat at the end of the truck and stared out the window.

The Military Elite boarded their trucks and headed out for the Auditorium. I-111502 had been greatly scolded for disobeying an order. In fact, he could've sworn he would have been killed. Instead, he was made an appointment to see a Military Lab Technician to check for faults in his system that caused him to disobey.

In the north, the four Governing Elite families were headed in their fancy transportation to the Auditorium where Mathew and Andrew's father would elect the strongest infants.

Everyone arrived at the desired time and went to their assigned, divided seats. They all waited patiently, as they spoke to one another within their elites. A microphone feedback was heard and everyone went silent at once. The International Auditorium was beyond huge, large enough to fit four factions each having an estimate of around one million people per group. The room was circular shaped and there was a circular stage in the middle. The four Governing families stood proudly in the middle of it. The highest authority, James Raynott, stood at the center gazing upon his citizens.

"Welcome all, to our annual Choosing Ceremony. Where the strongest are chosen to provide a life long prosperity to the mighty Isolone. Differences . . . " James Raynott started. "were a plague in the Ancient Times. Causing conflict, and wars that destroyed humanity as a whole for many many years. I am proud, and honored, to be a descendant of The Great Founder and continue his plan of world peace. Because world peace is possible, and it has a name . . . and that name is . . . The Isolone. We all owe our existence to the mighty Isolone."

Everyone clapped at the inspiring words. Eric was searching the entire auditorium for someone he might know, someone named I-111502. Although, Eric didn't call him I-111502 in his mind anymore, it was a very dull and long name. Instead, he decided to name him Ikay . He looked around for him, but couldn't find him.

"Now! We will present the babies!" Mr. Raynott announced bringing Eric back to his senses.

Eric looked at the week-old-infants laying in small incubators. They all waved their tiny, chubby arms at the air, and some of them cried.

"Mother, I have to go to the restroom." Eric said to his mother.

"But you're going to miss the choosing." She responded.

"I'll be back."

Eric left his seat and left the main auditorium. Once outside, he removed the hood from his head. He saw a lone guard leaning against a white pillar. Everything was painted white, it was almost blinding, and Eric could easily blend in. The soldier was dressed in a black suit that also had armor-like features.

Inside the auditorium, Mathew was getting bored since his father, James, was saying a two minute speech per baby. Mathew yawned and stretched, and that earned him a disapproving look from his mother.