A lesson to be learned

[Blablob]

Judgement Day

Here is the story of a one who could not stop. One who ruled…with an iron fist. Not a monarchy, not even a dictator. It was something one could not name. Perhaps it was because there was no name.

The people of this world call it The Clock of Fate. Really….it is just like it sounds. The huge clock tower in the center of the world rings, where all can hear it. The tower is massive, made of solid blue metal, cube shaped, standing miles in the air where there lied a huge clock. Whenever the clock struck Midnight….it was time.

The bell would ring, and suddenly one person disappears from our world, forever. They could go into a bathroom, and never come out. But they never go anywhere…but they don’t stay either. They’re just….gone.

Welcome to the curse of this world, set only a year ago by the Gods. The people of this world had behaved rudely…much crime and suffering. Much violence. Nearly 7 million people, nearly all of which had committed a crime sometime in their life.

But that was before; not now. Now….there is no crime. Any day, any person, anywhere, could vanish. No one knew if it was painful or not. But this was the curse of the Gods to decide who lives and who dies, instead of humans controlling the fate, like it always should’ve been. Welcome to the year 2110, where all fate is controlled.

Not only was fate controlled by the Clock of Fate….the Gods also swiped life of most things necessary for life. Food and water were no longer needed, or provided…because we could choke or drown with those. No weapons to use for killing. Not even the muscle strength to kill one another. Weather conditions were always perfect—not too hot or too cold, or rainy or snowy or stormy—so weather could never be an issue.

Fate was no longer controlled by the humans. It was controlled by the Gods. What do the citizens of the world called Earth have to say about this? Many answers will be something along the lines of this. “I think the Gods did us a favor. There is no more crime. We can all die a peaceful death, without knowing when, and that’s how I like it.”

But some did not think that way. Some thought a different way. Maybe there should be crime…maybe there should be weapons. Maybe there should be violence.

The tower struck midnight, and the person in the next house—easily visible with a window—vanished into a blue mist of cold air, into a fog of smoke, turning gray and rising into the air, until they were no more. The person had a shock on her face before disappearing, like she felt something before dying. Like she knew she was going to die right before she did. Like she felt...pain.

I could no longer stand by to watch this happen any longer.

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By now you’re probably expecting some tragedy story from me, right? That’s how it always goes down, right? I mean, I read books all the time—books from the 1950’s, more than 150 years ago—and that’s how they go down. Even in today’s world, where everything is virtual, most books have a main character with a tragic past or some kind of past or something.

Well guess what, guys? This isn’t a book. It’s the real deal, in the year 2110. Things are different now. We don’t have enemies to slay, or obstacles to avoid. Hell, we don’t even have friends who can betray you. The Gods eliminated it all. What can I tell you, my friend? There is nothing to the future other than control.

And that’s exactly what bugs me the most. Why should anybody have control over someone else’s life? Even if they are Gods?

But before I go on, there’s something I should explain. Yes, there are Gods who are real. Not God, not Yah, not even nothing. There used to be plenty of beliefs, but the year 2109 a change was made. The God’s visited us—anybody, and everybody, could see them—and made no eye contact with anyone. We all knew who they were. We knew they were Gods. They didn’t float; they didn’t even dress as a God. But it was something that could be sensed.

There were three of them. They have no name that I know of. But either way, they appeared, and disappeared just as soon. But they didn’t turn into mist like we did when we died. They left us…somehow, someway which can’t be explained in words.

Honestly, I’m not sure I’m doing a very good job of explaining. All I know is it breaks my heart to see someone’s life end like that, like the way I just saw. There is no respect for the Gods anymore. I have no respect for them.

Besides, I don’t know a single person who prays now-a-days.

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So now, what was there to do? A full year of tragedy, 365 lives gone.

But is that really a bad thing, even if it is sad? The death rate has gone down plenty, because of this. And the Gods even made it so there can be no more births, to stop overpopulation. 365 lives gone every year, and seven billion people—we had a good long time before mankind would end.

But what is the true meaning of life, I ask you? What were we put on this planet to accomplish? Is the meaning of life to wait in fear, with no excitement—even if it is a little dangerous—in our lives? Everybody goes their separate ways. There is no socialization within my world. There is no money. We are all provided a home at birth, and it’s the home we have all our life. We have simple things such as a bed, a couch, a Television (with only 3 channels that display really bad actors), and that’s basically it. We need nothing else. Not a bathroom, not a kitchen, nothing. Not even a bed for two, since we all must live alone.

Where are our rights?

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It was getting close to bedtime—we didn’t have night time to determine that, we had the national 12:30-in-bed rule—so I lied down on my bed. The house, by the way, was very small. Only a living room, with white everything. The Television, the couch, the bed, the sheets, the carpet. This was to avoid jealousy over someone else’s house, resulting in something the Gods could not allow.

Even if they were white, they were still very comfortable, the bed and sheets. A big quilt, and a perfect-sized bed, determined by the size of the individual. Even if everything was white, it was never a problem to go to sleep.

I closed my eyes, wondering why we were swiped of every last detail mankind had to offer, only a year ago. No crankiness, no friends, no families, no love, no care, no diseases, no guns, no battles, no war, no violence.

Then an idea struck me.

Since no one ever actually got tired, it was a breeze for me to pull my sheets over, and spring up from bed, open the front door of the house, and walk outside. What was I doing, you ask? I was breaking a rule, that’s what.

I took a walk down the road, past all the duplicate houses of my own, where everyone was sleeping. 12:45, not a soul on Earth was awake. None but mine. Because I had a soul. Now it was my time to prove it.

I sat down on a bench, and just waited. I looked up, at the sky, looking at where the Gods should be. I saw nothing but….nothing. No sun, no clouds, no moon, no color. It was like closing your eyes. You might see black, but you really can’t tell what color you see.

I realized the Gods could not be up there. They did not deserve it, to me, anyway. I looked down to the ground, and asked them. “Why sameness? Why control? Is this what the meaning of life is? Why do you do this?”

I realized I was talking to pavement in the ground, and not the Gods. They weren’t listening. I looked at the clock in the middle of the world, where anyone could see it. The big hand pointed the ten, and the small one at the twelve. It was 12:50, 20 minutes after the 12:30-in-bed rule. Basically you needed to be sleeping by the 12:30. It was really the only rule we had to follow. There were no other rules, really. Everything else was out of our control, so what was the need for rules?

I saw a spark, suddenly. It wasn’t in the air, or on the ground, but right in front of me. It was in my eye. But it wasn’t something I felt. The white dot got bigger and shinier, and suddenly a huge puff of smoke appeared in front of the bench I sat on.

The smoke disappeared. Before me stood one of the Gods, the lead one I presume. He spoke very simple. “Why are you not in bed?”

The battle begins now.

Part 1/3 end. Part 2 coming soon...

[MessengerOfDreams]

Mah new drug...

Keep on writing, blabbity! 10/10

[MICrophone]

This isn't my new drug, for it is not harmful to me. But, I do like it quite a bit.

[Blablob]

Well, after a bit of thought, I've decided I'm not going to complete this story. Thus, A Lesson to Be Learned will no longer be updating. I apologize to all my fans, but this is simply to make room for Kympo, my first story I plan to complete (Besides My World, if any of you remember that)

[MessengerOfDreams]

Well, after a bit of thought, I've decided I'm not going to complete this story. Thus, A Lesson to Be Learned will no longer be updating. I apologize to all my fans, but this is simply to make room for Kympo, my first story I plan to complete (Besides My World, if any of you remember that)

Yeah, THAT worked out well.

[Blablob]

Well, after a bit of thought, I've decided I'm not going to complete this story. Thus, A Lesson to Be Learned will no longer be updating. I apologize to all my fans, but this is simply to make room for Kympo, my first story I plan to complete (Besides My World, if any of you remember that)

Yeah, THAT worked out well.

I know right?