Jassy Melson
08-28-2011, 09:11 AM
To put it bluntly, it is a pleasure to blow their heads off. To aim down the black barrel at their startled faces. To look in their eyes and see that they know that the moment of truth has arrived. To see them lined up like ducks, none of them resisting.
That has puzzled me somewhat. That none of the cristies resist.
They go to extermination without resisting. It seems to me that they should resist. It seems somehow unseemly to be exterminated without even protesting—without so much as putting up a squawk. Even rats and roaches resist extermination.
I must admit, the cristies puzzle me. I simply can't comprehend them. I can't understand how someone can die for something that is unbelievable, for something that is irrational. I can't understand how someone can believe in something that is supernatural, in an invisible divinity.
It simply doesn't make sense.
Nevertheless, the cristies are willing to die for this invisible divinity, to die for some supernatural “god”, to even refuse to recant their belief.
The only conclusion I can come up with is that the cristies are totally delusional, totally brainwashed. But if that is true, then who is doing the brainwashing? They must be very charismatic individuals, also intelligent, cunning, and resourceful, for they have managed to evade capture.
Be that as it may, it is a pleasure to squeeze the trigger and see the cristies' heads explode. I imagine that pumpkins explode the same way.
It was a pleasure this time, but it was all business and all serious too, for all the cristies we exterminated were men. There were no women this time. We could have had fun with the women. It is an added pleasure to play around with women cristies before we exterminate them. Their cries and screams give an added dimension to the pleasure, besides the fun that comes from watching. I almost enjoy watching as much as making them scream...
Of course, cristies are not the only ones we exterminate. We also round up other perverts and counterrevolutionaries, and those who profess beliefs and commit practices which are contrary and subversive to the will of the People, personified by the Committee of Public Safety and Decency.
When my squad finished the extermination of the day, we went to headquarters. There we gave the salute to the worldwide banner, and gave a report to our Commander on our most recent exterminating job.
The Commander gave us the startling news that one of the leaders of the cristies had been captured and would be exterminated by the A team. The leader was a woman. I asked permission to witness the extermination, and the Commander granted it.
I went outside to the rear of headquarters where the extermination took place.
The woman stood there against the brick wall of headquarters. I was surprised. After exterminating so many, I had an image in my mind of what a cristie should look like. This was one of the leaders of the cristies? This was a mere girl standing there against the wall. She was probably no older than seventeen. But that's not what really surprised me. It was her manner, her behavior. She wasn't frightened. I could tell she wasn't scared from the expression in her eyes. She stood straight, and she didn't tremble. I suppose I expected her to tremble, even to plead for her life. She didn't. She simply stood there looking calmly at the A team who were lined up thirty feet in front of her, their exterminating M-93s at the ready.
Suddenly she spoke, and what she said convinced me she was delusional; in short, she was out of it.
“There is still time for you to repent,” she spoke simply and clearly. “There is still time for you to be forgiven.”
Yes, there was no doubt, she was delusional. There is a point that a cristie reaches wherein they are so far gone that there is no hope of rehabilitation. They simply cannot be reached--the Committee correctly determined and proclaimed this years ago. All that remains to be done is extermination. One does not let a disease or vermin spread or reproduce and infect others.
So she was exterminated. And her head exploded, just as with all other cristies.
What I can't understand however is the fact that she showed no fear. That puzzles me. If the other leaders of the cristies are like that girl, then we have a problem on our hands.
I was disappointed that the A team was not allowed to play around with the girl before she was exterminated.. The Commander had informed us that the extermination would be VRed into the residences of the citizens, so that they could witness the extermination of a cristie. It was considered bad form or even unseemly I suppose to show or tell the citizens that one of the leaders was a mere girl. Nevertheless, I was disappointed. It would have been fun to watch the A team in action with the girl, to hear her cries and screams, to watch that composure and calmness of hers shattered and violated as she was violated.
After watching the extermination, I changed into civvies. I noted that my coveralls were growing threadbare. I will need to obtain more civvies. That will set my credits back. Civvies are expensive—as are all things of value and quality in our society and culture.
I couldn't get the girl's face out of my mind. She had the calmest most composed manner I've ever seen in a cristie. How could she be a leader of them? She was a mere girl. How can a leader of the cristies be so young? It is a puzzle to me.
It had been a day of surprises, and when I reached my place of residence, the surprises continued.
There were three D team vehicles parked in front of my residence.
I saw Martin, the team leader, standing in front of the vehicles. I went to him and asked him what was up. He replied that the team had received a search and confiscate order on my residence. Now this was a total surprise. I was actually shocked. Why would my residence be suspected of possessing any counterrevolutionary, perverted or cristie materials? Martin informed me that I was of course on administrative leave for a week until the matter was cleared. I myself would need to be investigated. Then he told me something that totally floored me.
“Your partner and your female offspring were rounded up with a group of cristies at an underground location that was a mere hundred yards from Headquarters.”
All I could respond was to squawk “What!” This was completely out of left field.
“Yeah, there's no doubt of their guilt,” Martin said. “They were caught right there in an underground structure. Certain materials were discovered in the structure. The book known as Holy Bible and the Constitution Book were confiscated.”
“This is unbelievable,” I replied.
Martin shrugged. “There's no denying it. One whole B team was involved in the confiscation and arrest. The only reason the cristies were not exterminated at the scene was the fact that the materials were discovered. This makes it a high priority extermination. It will take place this afternoon at Headquarters.”
All I could do was wag my head. What else could possibly happen? This day was simply one of those days that comes along every few years I supposed.
My head ached.
I wasn't concerned about being placed on administrative leave and being investigated. I knew there could be no evidence against me. It was the fact that it was all such a frigging hassle. Especially the fact that my partner and my female offspring were arrested and were cristies. This could not but result in casting a bad light on me. My reputation would be damaged by this. All hope of advancement was temporarily shot. In fact, I would probably be demoted to the F team. I would have to spend time on clean-up detail. Plus there would be the hassle of applying for a partner replacement. And that sometimes takes a great deal of time and dozens of forms must be filled out. It's just a frigging mess. I decided then and there not to apply for a female offspring permit. I had no need for a female offspring. But a partner I did have need of. I was after all a biological being and I had certain physical needs.
This had all turned out to be a nightmare. Would I ever wake up?
I saw the D team coming out of my residence. Their hands were empty as I knew they would be. There was simply no way my partner and female offspring would have been able to keep any materials in the residence without my knowledge.
The team got into their vehicles, Martin gave me a wave, and then they were gone.
My head was spinning.
The girl's face came into my mind again.
I sighed and with slumped shoulders walked toward my residence. I simply didn't understand. I was puzzled. It was all over my head. I would never understand.
That has puzzled me somewhat. That none of the cristies resist.
They go to extermination without resisting. It seems to me that they should resist. It seems somehow unseemly to be exterminated without even protesting—without so much as putting up a squawk. Even rats and roaches resist extermination.
I must admit, the cristies puzzle me. I simply can't comprehend them. I can't understand how someone can die for something that is unbelievable, for something that is irrational. I can't understand how someone can believe in something that is supernatural, in an invisible divinity.
It simply doesn't make sense.
Nevertheless, the cristies are willing to die for this invisible divinity, to die for some supernatural “god”, to even refuse to recant their belief.
The only conclusion I can come up with is that the cristies are totally delusional, totally brainwashed. But if that is true, then who is doing the brainwashing? They must be very charismatic individuals, also intelligent, cunning, and resourceful, for they have managed to evade capture.
Be that as it may, it is a pleasure to squeeze the trigger and see the cristies' heads explode. I imagine that pumpkins explode the same way.
It was a pleasure this time, but it was all business and all serious too, for all the cristies we exterminated were men. There were no women this time. We could have had fun with the women. It is an added pleasure to play around with women cristies before we exterminate them. Their cries and screams give an added dimension to the pleasure, besides the fun that comes from watching. I almost enjoy watching as much as making them scream...
Of course, cristies are not the only ones we exterminate. We also round up other perverts and counterrevolutionaries, and those who profess beliefs and commit practices which are contrary and subversive to the will of the People, personified by the Committee of Public Safety and Decency.
When my squad finished the extermination of the day, we went to headquarters. There we gave the salute to the worldwide banner, and gave a report to our Commander on our most recent exterminating job.
The Commander gave us the startling news that one of the leaders of the cristies had been captured and would be exterminated by the A team. The leader was a woman. I asked permission to witness the extermination, and the Commander granted it.
I went outside to the rear of headquarters where the extermination took place.
The woman stood there against the brick wall of headquarters. I was surprised. After exterminating so many, I had an image in my mind of what a cristie should look like. This was one of the leaders of the cristies? This was a mere girl standing there against the wall. She was probably no older than seventeen. But that's not what really surprised me. It was her manner, her behavior. She wasn't frightened. I could tell she wasn't scared from the expression in her eyes. She stood straight, and she didn't tremble. I suppose I expected her to tremble, even to plead for her life. She didn't. She simply stood there looking calmly at the A team who were lined up thirty feet in front of her, their exterminating M-93s at the ready.
Suddenly she spoke, and what she said convinced me she was delusional; in short, she was out of it.
“There is still time for you to repent,” she spoke simply and clearly. “There is still time for you to be forgiven.”
Yes, there was no doubt, she was delusional. There is a point that a cristie reaches wherein they are so far gone that there is no hope of rehabilitation. They simply cannot be reached--the Committee correctly determined and proclaimed this years ago. All that remains to be done is extermination. One does not let a disease or vermin spread or reproduce and infect others.
So she was exterminated. And her head exploded, just as with all other cristies.
What I can't understand however is the fact that she showed no fear. That puzzles me. If the other leaders of the cristies are like that girl, then we have a problem on our hands.
I was disappointed that the A team was not allowed to play around with the girl before she was exterminated.. The Commander had informed us that the extermination would be VRed into the residences of the citizens, so that they could witness the extermination of a cristie. It was considered bad form or even unseemly I suppose to show or tell the citizens that one of the leaders was a mere girl. Nevertheless, I was disappointed. It would have been fun to watch the A team in action with the girl, to hear her cries and screams, to watch that composure and calmness of hers shattered and violated as she was violated.
After watching the extermination, I changed into civvies. I noted that my coveralls were growing threadbare. I will need to obtain more civvies. That will set my credits back. Civvies are expensive—as are all things of value and quality in our society and culture.
I couldn't get the girl's face out of my mind. She had the calmest most composed manner I've ever seen in a cristie. How could she be a leader of them? She was a mere girl. How can a leader of the cristies be so young? It is a puzzle to me.
It had been a day of surprises, and when I reached my place of residence, the surprises continued.
There were three D team vehicles parked in front of my residence.
I saw Martin, the team leader, standing in front of the vehicles. I went to him and asked him what was up. He replied that the team had received a search and confiscate order on my residence. Now this was a total surprise. I was actually shocked. Why would my residence be suspected of possessing any counterrevolutionary, perverted or cristie materials? Martin informed me that I was of course on administrative leave for a week until the matter was cleared. I myself would need to be investigated. Then he told me something that totally floored me.
“Your partner and your female offspring were rounded up with a group of cristies at an underground location that was a mere hundred yards from Headquarters.”
All I could respond was to squawk “What!” This was completely out of left field.
“Yeah, there's no doubt of their guilt,” Martin said. “They were caught right there in an underground structure. Certain materials were discovered in the structure. The book known as Holy Bible and the Constitution Book were confiscated.”
“This is unbelievable,” I replied.
Martin shrugged. “There's no denying it. One whole B team was involved in the confiscation and arrest. The only reason the cristies were not exterminated at the scene was the fact that the materials were discovered. This makes it a high priority extermination. It will take place this afternoon at Headquarters.”
All I could do was wag my head. What else could possibly happen? This day was simply one of those days that comes along every few years I supposed.
My head ached.
I wasn't concerned about being placed on administrative leave and being investigated. I knew there could be no evidence against me. It was the fact that it was all such a frigging hassle. Especially the fact that my partner and my female offspring were arrested and were cristies. This could not but result in casting a bad light on me. My reputation would be damaged by this. All hope of advancement was temporarily shot. In fact, I would probably be demoted to the F team. I would have to spend time on clean-up detail. Plus there would be the hassle of applying for a partner replacement. And that sometimes takes a great deal of time and dozens of forms must be filled out. It's just a frigging mess. I decided then and there not to apply for a female offspring permit. I had no need for a female offspring. But a partner I did have need of. I was after all a biological being and I had certain physical needs.
This had all turned out to be a nightmare. Would I ever wake up?
I saw the D team coming out of my residence. Their hands were empty as I knew they would be. There was simply no way my partner and female offspring would have been able to keep any materials in the residence without my knowledge.
The team got into their vehicles, Martin gave me a wave, and then they were gone.
My head was spinning.
The girl's face came into my mind again.
I sighed and with slumped shoulders walked toward my residence. I simply didn't understand. I was puzzled. It was all over my head. I would never understand.