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|Rebel´s rose (standard:science fiction, 1001 words)|
|Author: Naydeen||Added: Jul 22 2003||Views/Reads: 1892/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Imagine a future where humans are living ind "domes", without anything natural around. The "first Citizen" is in control of every part of everyones lives. A small group of rebels wants people to return to a more natural state.|
Naydeen, loyal citizen of Los Angeles Dome walked through the park. She looked around, wondering why all these citizens seemed so happy. She wouldn´t visit this place if she had a choice. To her annoyance the First Citizen had decided to make it law that every citizen, young or old, must visit the parks once a week. She understood that instable personalities needed to go to this place of aritificial green to calm down. This was what the parks had been built for. It had given the workers so much effort to construct these, almost natural looking ,-she pulled a face at this thought- plants, and, of course it had cost a lot of money. All that for a few lunatics... Yes, she could understand that something had to be done after the last attempt on the First Citizen´s life, but why would they force good, stable citizens like her make such a disgusting experience every week? She looked down on her chrono. Five more units and she´d be done. Suddenly she remembered the First Citizen´s newest act: everyone had to keep at least one bunch of flowers in their house. This, she was convinced, was not necessary. It would not help the poor misguided citizens who wished to live with nature, of all things,-again, she grimaced- and it would anger every normal citizen. As she didn´t have a choice she decided to drop by the shop to buy some flowers. She absolutely didn´t like the idea, now that the dome -she looked up at that wonderful work of art- was protecting them of the dangers of Outside they shouldn´t rebuild it Within. Thinking about how unfair it was, she walked into a little shop, a grim look on her face. The salesclerk rushed over to her immediately, asking "How can I help you, Citizen?". Trying to look a bit more friendly she replied "I need some flowers". Despite her effort she looked extremely disgusted, as she was forced to say ´flower´. The salesman smiled at her, seemingly unaware of her bad mood. He walked over to the shelves, took out some flowers with white blossoms. To make the bunch complete he took a larger flower with a great, red blossom out of a hidden drawer. He bound them together, the red in the middle, and gave the whole bunch to her, saying "Here you are, Citizen!". Feeling disturbed by his unnerving smile she grumbled "How much?". To her great surprise he smiled even broader, answering "Nothing, Citizen! I just hope you are happy with my procucts". Now THIS WAS TOO MUCH! She rushed out of the shop, taking the flowers with her. When she returned home, she noticed that she didn´t have anything to put the flowers into. Maybe she should go back...? No, she was not going to visit this shop ever again...HAPPY with flowers, she thought again, angry -how could that man SAY such a thing?! She should reprt him. But that would mean she´d have to tell citizens that she had gotten the flowers without paying... no, she´d just forget the whole thing. Now what? Put the flowers into a glass, she decided. She took one out, put the flowers in, and placed the whole thing on the table. Then she sat down, closing her eyes so she wouldn´t have to see the disgusting view of FLOWERS in her livingroom. After a while she noticed smething - strange - she´d never felt that before! She tried to find out what it was, but she knwe nothing but one: She felt so WONDERFUL, she had never felt so comfortable. It was like - she wondered- what was it like? Maybe her youth, her early childhood when her mother --NO! That was disgusting! That was NATURAL! But yet it felt wonderful, comfortable,... She stood up. She was a good citizen, and she´d not give in to this, whatever it was! She´d report herself just now-her look fell on the flowers that were yet standing on the table. Maybe that was it? Was there something wrong with the flowers? Taking them out of the glass again she looked at them closely. Yes, they gave her this- what was that?! This flower had pricked her finger! She examined the large red flower in the middle more closely. Yes, that was it, it had thorns! That was enough, she´d go to the Controllers and report that shopkeeper. To sell a flower with thorns! And probably the whole bunch was drugged... Yes, it was the right thing. Go to the Controllers and report that man. He was a criminal, he had to be removed. But she couldn´t. She wanted but she just couldn´t. She bent over the flower again. Oh how great this felt! She took the flower and left her house. Naydeen entered the small shop again, and as before the salesclerk greeted her with his "How can I help you, citizen?" This time, Naydeen smiled back. She took the flower out of her bag, showed it to him and asked "What is this, citizen?". She had expected him to show fear now, at least to be a bit nervous, but he wasn´t. He just said "A rose, why?", yet smiling. She frowned a bit, then asked "A NATURAL rose?", and now, for the first time ever, she said the word `nature` without grimacing. Instead, she calmly waited for the shopkeeper to reply. He fulfilled her expectaitions with his next words "A NATURAL rose, right.". "I could report you!", she warned him. He didn´t seem to get nervous, not a bit. He just said "you won´t" , with absolutely no doubt in his voice. No, she wouldn´t, she knew that. She had made her decision. "You´re an Eko, right?", he nodded, his smile broadening. "You need help?", he nodded again and pointed over to a small door in the back part of his shop. An hour later, Naydeen, the Rebel, left the shop. In her hands she held a beautiful, red rose. Tweet
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