Welcome To Earth.

Chapter 7: Retribution of the Sensible.

 It's lunch time for the staff of the commune, the only break they get out of their 10 hour shift. Being understaffed, the W.O.Gov workers have been forced to work overtime, with no pay increase. This is leaving those already tired, even less encouraged in what they're doing. In the staff building, you'll still hear rumors that have only seemed to intensify during this time of unsatisfied employees. From the administration staff, to the janitorial staff, everyone began to wonder the truth of the company, the government, they're working for. People hushing others, in fear of losing their jobs, in fear of capital punishment. This silence cast over the lot, leaving all, but a small group, submissive to their new dynasty.

In this luncheon room, we will find one table of rebellion budding. From one mouth to another, they began to share corresponding beliefs. It starts with just these two, for the rumors to be confirmed. A man tired of hearing the stubborn assertions of the brainwashed needy, and a woman struck with grief of the camouflaged murder of unborn lives. These two of strong morals, weak alone, but together they started to create a movement behind the scenes. During their lunch breaks, these two would begin to talk. Their words were shared to the ears seated at the table with them. Those who sat in silence, listening to the new perspectives, began to process things in a way. This would be determined unsavory to the World Organizational Government, but it was too compelling to turn away. It was as if the blinds had been taken from their eyes. They started to speak at the table, learning more and sharing more. Eventually, this singular table began to spread out to the others, more and more rumors to be spread. This caused panic to the supervising staff, but it caused a reason to rejoice to the lowly workers. 

Eventually more stall began to rebel in small ways, while maintaining a front to their employers. The W.O.Gov was aware of the threat from this commune, but with no evidence, it was nothing more than word of mouth. Things kept this way for a while, as the rebel staff made minor changes in their routine. Eventually, they decided it was time to speak a little louder. 

Thomson Gloverly, a W.O.G care aid, a crucial piece to the rebellion, decided that it was time to sort through the brainwashed, and those who have hopes are supporting the uprising. There was only one way he say fit of doing this. He chose to start with his most distasteful client. 

"Mr. Hill, Its Thomson here! I have your groceries, and your medications." He said as he entered the old mans apartment. 

"Ah yes, boy. I've been watching the news, it is so terrible how people are still fighting against our wonderful new govern. I despise all the bastards who are working against our gracious Supreme. I hope they all eat shit." Mr. Hill spoke, spit flying out of his mouth.

Thomson looked down to this man, seeing only hate and confusion in him. He though, surely this man will die soon anyway... This is just one less person out of my way. If he's no longer needing care, then I can move onto other people.. He won't change. Murder was not something Thomson ever considered before, but the cause he is growing is much larger than something so small as ending an old mans life. His thoughts cycled, as he carried through normal maintenance of Mr. Hill. Sorting his food, sorting his laundry, and then finally his medication.

"So the doctors wanted me to tell you that there has been a change in your medication," A pharma rebel staff helped falsify a few document changes. "In addition to your normal medication, is just one more small pill, to keep you running best you can. I'm sure you wouldn't mind your knees being a bit more spry."

"Whatever boy, just give me my drugs. I trust the doctors." He scoffed, annoyed that Thomson had announced the changes.

The mixture of medications was a certain course of heart failure, nothing that would look suspicious of an elderly, overweight man. Thomson swallowed down his nerves as he placed Mr. Hills medication into a paper cup. He tossed in an extra pill, to ensure this would work. He passed it over to Mr. Hill with a cup of water. The man swallowed it down, and returned to his television. Thomson's heart raced and he sorted his things to prepare to leave. He wasn't worried in case of them running a toxicity report on the man, even if W.O.G decided to, this pill is practically untraceable on those tests. This was a smooth plan, and he knew he was in the clear.