The Color Gray

You look out above yourself, the sky is filled with a dark foreboding cloud. Its very manifestation had been there, blocking the light from the sun that you so desire to see again. The plants in the field whither, and the water no longer evaporates, leaving a murky flood in your small hometown. Every week it rains, and every week it rises. The town, built in an old diamond outcrop had been converted to a living space by the resistance. Since the people that were a part of this resistance were banned from their country of origin, the once abandoned diamond outcrop had been used as a reserve for the refugees that had escaped the punishment of the tyrant that reigned over the people.  The tyranical government, in a revolting action had destroyed the areas where the rebels lived; thus, forcing them to a life of darkness, hidden inside the mines that once gave the people their wealth.

The only lights seen are from the Social Cleansing Sqad; a group organized by the government to handle and eliminate members of various anti-establishment groups for the sake of themselves. This group, when spotting a rebel will continue to espouse the place in gasoline and burn the inhabitants. They did so without question, and in reward they were gifted protection, wealth and a safe home. Many rebels joined them, and their initiation ritual in the group was that they had to burn the family they left. The traitors, they left what was good and right for clean air, a safe living, and wealth. But with that, the city dwellers constantly pumped their dirty air within the giant diamond mine, creating a dimly light smog that transported air-born illnesses, ash of both man-made sources and volcanic, and the unclean chemicals that they pump within the group to prevent global warming.

Sometimes I look above with a kerosine lantern, but only with it. Because without it, I may never see light again. Many die down here of oxygen deprivation, disease and other ailments that we cannot control. Most would rather be up there, in the government’s world: living in riches, with their lush grass and abundance of food. Others live here, too: the Castaways.

As a part of the Social Cleansing Regime, people who have a genetic predisposition for mental illness, diseases and deformities are thrown down here to rot and disturb those that attempt to survive. The neo-luddite government, who opposes technology and espouse nature took our technological rights away. We revolted, and now we are here.

We were ignorant, thinking of them as tyrants. Yet their views are perfectly logical: Prevent the contaminated air from peircing the stratosphere, prevent the genetically impure from breeding so that our race can grow stronger, tending towards nature and forgetting the technology that once connected humanity. So that we can connect back to our roots, because through our roots we gain nourishment, strength and health. It is through the way of our roots that we may bloom up and become stronger. We have eradicated equality for those that need it - for the human mind is naturally narrow, and therefore equality only causes stagnation. But the most ignorant, the rebels, were cast forth from earth like fallen angels, and here we rot. Here we die at the hands of our superiors. We call them tyrants, who soaked and bathed us in the blood of our rapture; but in reality they are helping humanity as a whole while helping the very ecosystem that sustains us. We were the fools, who are soaking and bathing in the heat of this old mine, as chemical pollution is breathed into our lungs. The stench of decay grows stronger as we die off, making the air heavy. Every breathe we breath is denser, and every more we breathe are heart palpitates and our mind becomes the very gray fog that we sleep in. Those above us, they live in an Eden; they have over-come the Gods in order to establish a land for those that deserve to live. A paradise, whos only true wealth comes from living in. That is the wealth men and woman are paid in: a home, clean clothes, clean air, clean food, a family and most of all a life. A life full of the love of loving life, while those that deemed ourselves over nature, over animals, over everything; we are down here. Dying from the fumes that trap us here, dying from the fire that burns our souls, dying from our ignorance, dying because we truly are the narrow-minded human race that our superiors know exist. Even inside them.

Gray was our technology, gray was our minds, now gray is our sky. Technological and human progress truly is an illusion cavorted by those who place high-esteem on our the once prosperous Laisse Faire Capitalism that we used to practice. Yet, in truth, everything that has been done has been done; and now with the technology we used to use, the oil frakking that gave us our plastics we all created stagnation, and that only causes underdevelopment in our minds and our-selves. What fools were we, not to realize that our only true provider of everything was nature. Now the tyrants we hate are the good-ones: Practicing watershed politics and bioregionalist based politics. Practicing eco-communalism, and here we are: dying at the hands of our technological revolution. Dying with the Earth.

So when you wake up tomorrow, and you see the damage done to yourself and the environment, you will soon see the narrow-mindedness of our race, of our minds; and only those capable of true thought are given the right to live:

And understand this: You are not one of them. You will die with us, until the day you wake yourself up.