When They've Won Demo

Prologue

In the world, there were only two. There was The Many, and The One. The One was known as the Noble Woman. She was a good, fair, and kind woman, who blessed the world with her technologies. She was happy, The Many gifting her with a Mansion, which she made into a Pyramid. But the great joy she created wouldn't last.
The Many fought each other, and when they fought too hard, they begged the Noble Woman for her help. The Noble Woman eventually caved, making her technologies to their design. The Many fought each other, fighting more and more until the world around them was ruined. Everything was bad then.
The Many had become the Few, and the Noble Woman's technology had no place to go. The Noble Woman decided she didn't want to see the Few any longer. She wanted to make her own place, where she would have her own people. So, she put her technologies to use. She built a great city, and populated it with her technologies.
But the Noble Woman found an issue. Her technologies didn't make her happy; she felt alone in her vast city. But she got a genius plan. So, the Noble Woman sent her technologies out, with the intent of saving what cattle still roamed. The Noble Woman's Cattle were brought, safe and sound. The Noble Woman took haste with her other problem. She sent forth her technologies, which brought back enough crop, and water to feed her food. Yet still, she was unhappy; but, she finally realized what she needed. In the night, she sent her technologies out one final time, saving the Children of the few, before their parents could begin another fight. At long last, in her city, with her food, and her people, the Noble Woman was happy.
-I-
The Morning began with the ringing of an alarm. The Tiny room began to light up, the black walls turning bright blue. A velvety voice spoke in a delighted tone,"Good Morning 19! It's time to get up!!" The Boy in his bed squirmed tiredly, starting to wake up. He looked to the camera on the ceiling, flashing a quick smile. He pulled his legs out from under his white blanket, stepping on the cold blue floor. The Camera gazed at him, watching him in silence. His ginger buzz cut stood out; he was the only ginger. He looked at the blanket with his peridot green eyes. He made his bed, fluffing his white pillow, and covering half of it with the blanket. He approached the door, looking to the Circular window, which was a bit too high for him to see out of. "May I leave now?" he asked in a tired tone. The door hissed, sliding to the left, opening to a hallway.
In the Hallway, multiple other boys stepped out. All of them were wearing the same attire as 19: A black long sleeve shirt, and black pajama pants, along with white socks. On the ceiling, arrows pointed to a grey metal door at the far end of the hall, which had yet to open. The Door was marked by a blue waterdrop. The Velvety voice distracted the children,"You may speak children! Just don't be Heretics."
In that Instant chatter erupted. Boys 1 through 18, and 20 all talked to each other, saying what they hoped the Noble Woman would give them for dessert, what games they would play in the day, and what crime they would learn about in class. 19 was quiet, his head pounding for reasons he didn't know. He held his head and whined quietly, a camera watching his expression. The water drop Door creaked loudly, slowly opening to a smooth, white room. 19 walked with the children into the room.
The Room was thin, and long, like its own Hallway. On the floor, there was red paint, which travelled in lines, and formed twenty squares. Each square was marked with a black number. 19 walked to his early,standing over his name on the ground. "Okay everyone! Go to your names for shower time!" The children made their way to their separate numbers, standing tall. In the wall, tiles folded outwards, exposing chutes. All of the children began to undress with glee. 19 undressed with embarrassment. He never liked to shower, maybe because of the other boys.
Nevertheless, 19 followed his instructions, and got ready for showertime; he slipped off his socks, tugged off his pajamas, and put them in the chute. The Door closed, eating his pajamas like food. 19 covered his unpleasants, not wanting the other boys or the cameras to look at them. Once every boy was unclad, the voice returned, "Okay! Here goes...!" she anticipated. The other boys looked to the grated squares in the ceiling. With a hiss, cold water poured onto the boys. Many of them shouted,"Thank you!" to the omniscient voice. 19 wasn't one of them; he only stood and shivered in the cold water.
Just above the chute, a smaller tile popped out entirely, attached to a faucet. 19 followed the usual process, putting both hands under it. The faucet squirted out bright pink sludge. 19 quietly rubbed his hands together, the Velvety voice warning,"Don't commit the Crime of Soap Eating!!" which was more than enough to keep the soap away from the boy's mouths. The many boys rubbed the soap in with their hands, some singing songs of the great city, others talking about how beautiful they thought the Noble Woman was. 19 was still silent, rubbing soap along his body for a short while.
Once every part of him was covered in pink suds, he let the cold water wash it off. His jaw trembled in his mouth, but it always trembled like this in the cold. Not long after, the water would stop. Behind the boys, tiles would pop out, but not far. They dispensed white towels, all of them having faint stains, varying from rustic brown to punishment red. 19 grabbed his towel, wiping himself off in silence, before wrapping it around his waist.
"Remember boys: Once around, and tucked in! Like you're putting it to bed!" The Velvety Voice instructed, the boys following her words exactly. Once they were all covered by towels, another door opened at the far end of the room. Lining up, the boys walked out, one by one. The Roar of fans made the boys ahead of 19 laugh, and giggle. 19 stepped in, second to last. The Lukewarm wind blasted him, launching droplets of water off his body, and against a wall. 19 stumbled out when the blast ended, his hands over his ears. A Bin sat, filled with eighteen towels. 19 took his off, setting it in the bin and walking into the next room.
In the next room, there were two sets of clothes folded neatly; the other boys putting their suits on. 19 joined them, first putting on the white undershirt, and white underwear, followed by a grey vest, and grey pants. Completing his attire, he buttoned the black buttons of his jacket, put on his black belt, and slipped his feet into his black shoes. 20 came in behind him, doing the same and humming a tune.
Once everyone was dressed in their uniforms, another door opened, leading to a square room. All twenty boys stepped in, being met with twenty desks; each one having a large black number on it. 19 went and sat at his, the classroom walls green, the ceiling fading from green to blue, a bright yellow circle in the center. "Okay kids, your teacher will be there soon! And the restrooms will be available in sixty minutes! Be the best you can be!!" The Velvety voice said, bright red text appearing on the walls and ceiling, reading,'THANK HER.' In unison, all twenty kids shouted,"Thank you!" But only 19's gratitude seemed fake.
The Children sat in silence, awaiting their teacher. It wasn't long until their teacher arrived. The green wall opened up, a small hatch rising up. A bird crawled out of the vent. It extended its four wings into the air, its feathers spinning like rotors. Its white skin reflected the light of the walls, giving it a glowing appearance. Its red eye was unmoving, as it watched the whole room. Its tiny mechanical digits folded into its wings, and it rose into the air with a loud buzzing.
"Hello Teacher!" The class declared, 19's greeting more quiet. The Bird hovered idly in the air, then spoke with a flat, monotone voice, "Hello Everyone. Today's lesson is: A lesson about functionality." The class watched the Bird, their eyes full of wonder, and their ears open to its voice. 19 watched the Bird, frowning as he looked at it. Its red eye always unnerved him; and it's buzzing made his ears ring after long.
"Get out your notebooks. You have: thirty seconds." the bird commanded. All the children opened the top of their desks, pulling out notebooks with their names on them. 19 closed his desk, putting his notebook on the desk. The Bird hovered idly for thirty second, then the walls began to darken, turning from green and blue to black. The room was pitch black, the only light coming from the Drone's red eye; a sight that haunted 19 without end. The Wall behind the drone turned blue, white text reading,'Initiating_Film_007'.
The screen turned black, then began to shine bright white. 19 and the other Nineteen children opened their notebooks, taking out their pens. Black text appeared on the wall, reading, 'The Menaces of Society: The Individual! A film by the Department of Homeland Security.' Everyone watched, a posh voice beginning to narrate,"Previously, we discussed how Nature made diversity to turn animals and people against one another!" 19 didn't remember that lesson. His notes tell him their last lesson was about why Aspicized Food was the best way to fill yourself full. Nevertheless the film continued.
"Today, we'll discuss the worst type of diversity there is! Diversity of the mind! In history, every war that has ever happened was caused by the diversity of the mind!" The film showed multiple images, showing victims of wars. The people it showed were riddled with bullet holes, painted red in their own blood, and losing entire body parts. Nineteen boys watched, desensitised to the material. 19 wasn't; it was the first time he saw a person maimed like this.
The Bird continued to hover idly, blocking some of the upper area of the movie. "In order to stop this from happening to you or your family, follow these instructions!" The voice shouted, sounding almost regal. "First: If your higher up, like your boss or your teacher, says something, agree with them! Diversity of mind can be found in even the most miniscule of opinion! To commit opinion, is to commit crime." The Voice continued. The movie suddenly had 19's attention. He looked at the film, and began to ponder if he himself was a criminal. His eyebrows twitched at his thought, the movie continued on, "Second: Live like your peers! If your peers paint their house white, paint your house white! If your peers eat four meals a day, eat four meals a day! If your peers are Atheist, become Atheist! Be one with those around you, if you wish to find communion!!"
19 kept watching the film, silent as he looked at it."Third: Support genetic purity! Breed only with those of your race--" The film was cut off. The Screen turned green again,"Now, all of you will share one thing you learned from the movie." The Bird spoke, floating a bit closer to the students, turning to face 01.
"Obey the Noble Woman!" He quickly declared, the drone turning to 02 next.
"Identity is wrong!"
"Ideals cause war!"
"Disagreement causes death!"
"Support Genetic Purity!"
"Crime of Ideal is no better than Crime of Heresy!"
"There is no room for thought in her society!"
"Report those who show idealism!"
"Crime of Religion was the start of all Crimes!"
"All must be loyal to the Noble Woman!"
"Death is better than Opinion!"
"Crimes should be forgiven if performed on a Heretic with Ideals!"
"There is nothing wrong in living like your neighbor!"
"If someone is unique, take away their uniqueness!"
"Use any means to protect the world as it is!"
"Every lesson we learn is to ensure idealism dies!"
"It is better to grovel than it is to die with opinion!"
"Show no mercy to her enemies!"
"Uh...Loyalty is g-greater than a-a-any gift." 19 muttered, the Bird gazing into his soul. The drone looked to 20,"Opinion is Crime of Arson on the mind!" The Boy finished. The Bird returned to the front wall,"Good work. Now you may go eat breakfast." The drone said, the wall behind it beginning to rise into the ceiling, vanishing into it. The next room shortly illuminated, having grey, unchanging walls.
In the rightmost wall, there were two small holes, with tubes that dripped clear liquid. All of the children approached the wall, two small parts of the wall illuminating, displaying dozens of food options. 19 got in line behind all the other kids, each grabbing a tray and going to the machines. 19 didn't want to look at the food, he hated it enough as it was. After a few minutes 19 made it to the first machine. A Block of the wall was red, reading,'PROTEIN'. 19 looked at his options: Steak, Ham, Eggs, or Chicken. 19 clicked on the Eggs silently, and put his tray under the machine.
The Machine whirred, then began to push out a clump of red sludge. The glossy sludge dripped from the tube, falling into a section of 19's tray. 19 moved the tray so another section would be hit, the block turning green and reading,'VEGETABLES'. 19 sighed deeply, picking the Spinach, which dripped out in a much more liquidated state. The Green goop foamed from the movement, 19 grabbing a cup and going to the second machine. It offered only two drinks: Milk or Water. 19 chose the milk.
The chunky milk sprayed into his cup, filling it full. After this it shot out a soggy, grey loaf of bread, nearly knocking over 19's cup. 19 grabbed both, putting them on his tray quietly. He left with his food, going to a table and sitting alone. He began to eat; he was used to its taste, luckily he didn't gag anymore. Instead he just sat with an uneasy feeling after his meals. He used his hands to eat, silent as he did. The other children ate with much more gratitude, stuffing their faces and even going for seconds.
19 ate as much as he could physically handle, shortly tossing the rest out. He kept frowning, cameras analyzing him the whole time. The Cameras kept their
watch, analyzing his facial features, before identifying his emotions. 19 was miserable. He hated class, he hated the food. He wasn't grateful for what she gave him. After fifteen minutes, The Bird flew in, "Return to the classroom." It spoke, flying over the children.
In the classroom, 19's Desk sunk into the ground, sinking further and further until his name couldn't even be seen on it. The other children returned to the classroom, 19 following behind them. The Bird hovered down directly in front of 19's face, speaking loudly, "WAIT HERE." It spoke, scaring 19 into stumbling back. 19 regained his footing, nodding softly and sighing. The other nineteen children went to the classroom and sat down, the drone following them. It got inside, the wall behind it slowly coming down. The wall closed, leaving 19 alone in the cafeteria.
19 looked around, his heart filled with worry. He'd never been alone before. Even though he was worried, he felt some comfort, being alone. The young boy looked around, holding his elbows quietly. Across from where the classroom was, a portion of the wall opened. 19 turned to it, the sound of whirring coming from behind it. A large, mechanical thing moved towards him. It was shaped like a bullet, with a shell as white as a bird. Where it would've had feet, it instead had wheels, which whirred as it rolled towards. It stopped at the stairs, which shifted into a slide. The Machine rolled down, rolling closer and closer to 19. It got closer and closer, its single red eye never shifting its gaze from the boy.
19 watched and trembled, frowning. The Bird was scary, but this Machine was worse: moving closer and closer like the sharp metal sticks from the movies of the classroom. It kept getting closer, until it was only centimeters away from the scared child."SLEEP." It said simply. A Small hole appeared on its side, a long, grey arm extended, ending in a long, large fork. Wires were wrapped around the stick, which stopped extending from the shape.
19 looked at it,"What??" he asked. He was only ever told to sleep after school. The fork poked 19, sending a tension throughout him. 19 yelped, his entire body feeling like it had caught fire. His side tensed up, and he clenched himself. His legs trembled, the fork poking him once again. The Burning pain increased, making the boy scream in pain. He began to feel dizzy, groaning as the world around him grew blurry. Tears welled up in his eyes, he felt the horrible burning one final time, before he stumbled and passed out where he stood, only feeling a thud.