The Queen

Training

Hey guys! So I'm trying out some new waters with this story, I've never written anything like this before, and it would be a HUGE help if you guys could give me some feedback on the story. To continue or not to continue, that is thee question. It was actually suppoed to be a story for my dad's girlfirend's birthday, but it never really got finished, but if you guys like it, I'll try to keep the geers spinning for you! Anyway, thanks for reading!

Once upon a time... yeah, yeah, I know. Its cliché, but what else do you open a fairy tale with? You can't start in the middle. You can't start at the end and retell the story...right? Hmmm... who says? There's not a rule. So why can't I?

It was exactly this type of thinking that got me in so much trouble. I was just so tired of being told "because that's simply how it's done." Well you know what? I'm not okay with that. I don't want to be pushed into a box I don't belong in. I can't deal with that.

So you know what? I'm not going to tell the story that way. I'm going to start with the words that started this whole propaganda.

"GET UP YOU LUMP OF POTATOS!" I groaned. The one screaming at me would be my trainer, Kendra. She was actually a very kind and loving person. She just isn't a morning person. What am I training for, you may ask. Well, pretty much everything. These next three days decide what I spend the rest of my life doing.

You would think that the fact that we're genetically mutated to have a certain body structure, hair color, eye color, and interests it would be preprogrammed into the system. Yep, I'm a mutant. It's not just me, though. Everyone around here is. It's not like I'm special. Well, there is one thing that makes me special. My eyes. They're blue, while everyone else has brown. Something went wrong with my programming and I was pulled out of the regeneration chamber to a frantic midwife attempting to cover it up. The solution we came up with are two clear things you stick over your iris and they have a brown iris painted around them. I can still see because it's the pupil of the eye that sees and there's not paint over them. I never take them out anymore. I can't afford to. Our world is continuously becoming increasingly more dangerous.

Anyway, as I get dressed for the day, Kendra rattles off the schedule for the day. I'm able to block most of it out. I already know the job I want, and it's where I'll excel the most. I'm going to make sure of it. Just thinking like this is highly dangerous. I had been once been told that the Programmers take a look into our thoughts every once in while to make sure there are no chances of rebellion. I am not entirely sure if it is normal to know what job you want, or if it is just another glitch in my system.

But as I am contemplating these thoughts the word "trainer" perks my ears up. I hadn't caught the word before that, so I don't know what "trainer" I will be training to be today. We have a lot of them. I want to be a physical fitness trainer. Everyone in our congress has to be a certain weight to be a citizen or you get reprogrammed. The official name of my congress is "The Congress of Discipline". There are a total of ten congresses in The Realm. The Realm basically meaning the world. All ten congresses focus on a different thing that allows the realm to be running smoothly. So my congress focuses on the importance of discipline and uniformity. We're the protectors. The teachers. The fit of the fit. Top of the food chain. So that being, the Queen lives here too. She is the only one in the realm to not be programed. No one really knows how she came into existence, because technically, you can't be 100% human. Our entire world is women. No men. Ever.

A woman by the name of Gwyneth Elise proposed that we exterminate all men after Hitler won World War II. So we did. No more men. And to make sure the world never goes through anything that devastating again they came up with a program to make sure no men ever come into existence again.

We're taught from the time we start learning that men are the root of all problems. Jesus was actually Josephine. The Wright brothers were actually the Wrong sisters. Albert Einstein was actually Alicia Earnest. They basically took all the men that did good, important things that formed the world, into women and made it a curriculum. But I'm technically not supposed to know that.

So after I was dressed I was ready for the day. And I could not wait to see what jobs I would be training in today.

"Ready?" Kendra questioned.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I mumbled.

The first training job was with the dolphins. Don't get me wrong, they're adorable and extremely cunning, but I prefer the terrestrial. They just seem faster and quite honestly, smell better. But working with them was great for two hours. Then it was off to the military base. I spent the rest of the day there. It takes a lot of jobs to keep 2,000 platoons ready for action all the time.

"Okay, Rabbit Scum, today you're working in the kitchen. By the looks of ya, you ain't no cook, so you're gonna do all the heavy lifting today." Grenda the head cook said. I was so happy you could have shot me to the moon. She had been right when she said I wasn't a cook. After burning down your Charger three times attempting to make Mac and Cheese, you just stop trying.

Grenda hadn't been kidding when she said I was going to be doing heavy lifting. She had me carrying things from full buckets of water, to literally sacks of potatoes. It was already bad enough I was in a place so hot steam stuck in the air like clouds just before a rainstorm. Then she stuck the physical work on top of it, and it took about ten minutes to wish I was back with the dolphins.

After going through that nightmare that had grown legs and decided to walk the earth, I was more than ready to go to the training to be a soldier. It seemed interesting enough, and when you're training to be a personal trainer you want to be in tip top physical shape. I had heard stories that some girls went into this training day sticks and bones, but came out as toned as the professional football players. Needless to say, the Programmers catch on to that pretty quick and shrink them back down to their "normal" size. It's really that a couple of years ago that happened, the girl wasn't happy with her job, short circuited one of the pros and stood in her place. When the Programmers found out... let's just leave it at they weren't happy, and in our world cruel and unusual punishment is legal within certain standards.

But the day at the base would go exactly as expected. Work hard, the barbed wire tunnel thinger ma bobbers, and learning how to fire a gun with a squadron.

By the end of the day, I was exhausted, and as I plugged myself back into my charger for the night, the worst idea ever popped into my head. What if I just take my Seers out for the night? I'll stick them right back in my Sockets tomorrow morning, and no one will notice, right? Well, I was wrong, and I never would have known that two little Seers could literally blow up right in your face.