DIARY ENTRY DAY 1666

1666 days have passed since the start of the oppression. I fear not much time will pass for the imperium of man to collapse. War is the only mechanism that keeps the imperium from crumpling in on itself. Society is harshly oppressed because it is accepted that if man is left to his own devices and creativity, he will eventually become corrupt .One of the many teachings in this society is that an open mind is like a fortress with its bridge down and gates open . Humans are xenophobic and openly racist between social classes therefore cannot be trusted with independence of creativity all sense of such are severely punished.

Technology is viewed as a religion, and modifying it in any way whether improving it or not is punishable by death. The “loftier” the leader, nobody knows nor has seen him there are countless gossips on his appearance some even say his not human nonetheless the certain truth is nobody knows. Society has suffered more than it should we have been and always will be slaves. Every single one is a slave of time maybe religion and certainly technology. Technology had made the value of time-life decrease, years passed feaster days passed faster and hours seemed minutes. Everyone had forgotten how to life they didn’t socialize anymore that was seen as a taboo, they had disregarded their values, their identities even their pride.

Human had suffered from the production of too many useful things resulting in too many useless people as the cities grew technology toke over the world parallel the worlds belief and imagination faded away and so did them. Human created a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants. They knew more about war than peace, more about killing than living. They grasped the mystery of the atom and rejected the Sermon on the Mount. Then “siri” appeared with the meaning to restore what once was the earth.

I strolled down the wrecked path walk puffing my electric cigarette if anxiousness whilst seeing the cars flying in top of my head. There where three parks on the way to the CCA (Creativity Control Agency) it was the first time I saw them and it was only because my car had broke down. As I observed the parks and there oxidized swings, slides I wondered how long had it passed since anyone had been siting in the swing, how long had it passed since anyone had walked down the streets.

I entered the grey box like figure building the CCA, grabbed a coffee which I would drink 20 minutes after I had sat down. I walked down the narrow dark hall and entered the FCC (firm creative control office). I sat on my chair and thought. People had already been brought down by faith how could they be still believing. After the catholic church resulting in a conspiracy how could people believe in the loftier , the government new they needed its people to believe to gain control to control what was wrong from right , religion was the goverments corner stone to control its society