Jassy Melson
07-13-2013, 01:34 PM
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 somehow 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 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.
Only yesterday my squad was given the job of exterminating a pack of homophobes. They had tried to spread their counterrevolutionary and perverted propaganda through the virtual reality of the internet. It was a particular pleasure to exterminate them. Anyone who commits hate crimes and hate speech against society and culture deserves the severest penalty. Their heads literally exploded. (Brains make a delightful splatter by the way.) But extermination is not pretty. And I'm not a pretty person. That's why I'm a good exterminator.
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. 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.
I was surprised. A girl stood against the brick wall of headquarters. I had an image in my mind of what a leader of the cristies would look like. This was one of the leaders of the cristies? This was a mere girl standing 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 erect 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 straight looking calmly at the A team who was lined up thirty feet in front of her, their exterminating M-93s at the ready.
Suddenly she spoke, and what she said convinced me that she was delusional.
“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 allow a disease or vermin to 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 beforehand that the extermination would be VRed into the residences of The People, so they could actually witness the extermination of a cristie. I suppose it was considered unseemly to have shown the A team in action upon the 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 noticed that my coveralls were growing threadbare. I would need to obtain more civvies. That would set my credits back. Civvies are expensive—as are all things of value and quality in our worldwide society and culture.
I couldn't get the girl's face out of my mind. She had the calmest most composed look I'd ever seen in a cristie. How could she have been a leader of them? She was a mere girl. How could a leader of the cristies be so young? It was 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 place.
I saw Martin, the team leader, standing in front of the vehicles. I walked to him and asked what was up. He replied that the team had received a search and confiscation order on my residence.
Now this was a total surprise. I was shocked. Why would my residence be suspected of possessing any counterrevolutionary, perverted, or cristie materials?
Martin informed me that I was on administrative leave until the matter was cleared. I myself would need to be investigated. Then he told me something that totally floored me.
“Your domestic partner and your female offspring were rounded up with a group of cristies at an underground location that was a mere mile from District 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. The book known as Holy Bible, and the Constitution book were confiscated.”
“This is unbelievable,” I replied.
Martin shrugged. “There's no denying it. An entire 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 and publications were discovered. This makes it a high priority extermination. It will take place this evening at District headquarters.”
All I could do was wag my head. What else could possibly happen? This day was simply one of those 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 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 an offspring permit. I had no need for 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 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 somehow 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 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.
Only yesterday my squad was given the job of exterminating a pack of homophobes. They had tried to spread their counterrevolutionary and perverted propaganda through the virtual reality of the internet. It was a particular pleasure to exterminate them. Anyone who commits hate crimes and hate speech against society and culture deserves the severest penalty. Their heads literally exploded. (Brains make a delightful splatter by the way.) But extermination is not pretty. And I'm not a pretty person. That's why I'm a good exterminator.
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. 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.
I was surprised. A girl stood against the brick wall of headquarters. I had an image in my mind of what a leader of the cristies would look like. This was one of the leaders of the cristies? This was a mere girl standing 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 erect 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 straight looking calmly at the A team who was lined up thirty feet in front of her, their exterminating M-93s at the ready.
Suddenly she spoke, and what she said convinced me that she was delusional.
“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 allow a disease or vermin to 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 beforehand that the extermination would be VRed into the residences of The People, so they could actually witness the extermination of a cristie. I suppose it was considered unseemly to have shown the A team in action upon the 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 noticed that my coveralls were growing threadbare. I would need to obtain more civvies. That would set my credits back. Civvies are expensive—as are all things of value and quality in our worldwide society and culture.
I couldn't get the girl's face out of my mind. She had the calmest most composed look I'd ever seen in a cristie. How could she have been a leader of them? She was a mere girl. How could a leader of the cristies be so young? It was 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 place.
I saw Martin, the team leader, standing in front of the vehicles. I walked to him and asked what was up. He replied that the team had received a search and confiscation order on my residence.
Now this was a total surprise. I was shocked. Why would my residence be suspected of possessing any counterrevolutionary, perverted, or cristie materials?
Martin informed me that I was on administrative leave until the matter was cleared. I myself would need to be investigated. Then he told me something that totally floored me.
“Your domestic partner and your female offspring were rounded up with a group of cristies at an underground location that was a mere mile from District 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. The book known as Holy Bible, and the Constitution book were confiscated.”
“This is unbelievable,” I replied.
Martin shrugged. “There's no denying it. An entire 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 and publications were discovered. This makes it a high priority extermination. It will take place this evening at District headquarters.”
All I could do was wag my head. What else could possibly happen? This day was simply one of those 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 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 an offspring permit. I had no need for 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 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.