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Sheeple's revolution

A SCIENCE FICTION
SHORT STORY

For the Loving People
Of Planet Earth

dedicated to

Roxanna Torres
-

May 2, 2008 CE

Uvalde, Texas

United States of America

clipart from Microsoft

Sheeple's Revolution
"Hey! Wake up you little dreamer. Everyone is depending on you!"
Laeila jerked awake and immediately screamed, "Damn it! Leave me alone. I am sick and tired of this semantic bull shit! Everyday is exactly the same. The same people, the same buildings, cars . . . everything! Why can't we do what I want to do? You're all a bunch of hypocritical, robotic sand niggards. Get away from me, please, just leave me alone."

"Well, well. Good morning to you too. I am your new mentor for the semester, Mr. Junky Bungle."
"What do you want from me?" Laeila desperately pleaded.
"Silly child, you mean nothing to us. Ha! In this grand experiment, it only matters what we do and say. Everything else is child's play. One only needs to look in the mirror to find a higher purpose; so why do you continue to doubt yourself? Some of us are starting to tend to believe that it is hopeless. You wouldn't want to prove them right would you? Anyhow, it's too early for all this interrogation. Get up . . . come on, on your feet!"
"What's the hurry, all we got is time."
"So it seems, sweetheart, so it seems," the helpful administrator replied as he performed a gesture that contradicted his expression. All of the administrators, no matter what human subspecies, race, or gender, invariably wore the same uniform: light gray waterproof jumpsuits and masks with stainless steel accents. Every aspect of the facility was impeccably designed for sterility and efficiency, a home within a prison.
Laeila pinched her eyebrows together fiercely and scrunched her nose in a defiantly graceful understanding. "First of all, don't call me sweetheart, Mr. Funky Bunghole." After the classic eye roll, she snapped to. "If we must . . . then let's do it!" She followed the new guy to a room she had never been to before and right away occupied the only available seat.
"Last six weeks you covered spiritual rhythm, self-healing, energy transfers, molecular coordination, and basic alchemy. We have a lot of new material to go over if this is going to work out. I hope you are ready for war. So, let's practice on your visualization techniques. Have you progressed at all in that area?"
"Do you end everything you say with a question, tobor?"
"What?"
"What? . . . Shut up. I cannot believe what you said to me. You have some

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