A Rising Fall

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  “And where is Marcos?” asked The Administrator.

  “When do we part?” asked The War General.

  “We leave on the new dawn. We are still waiting for The Engineer to complete some final parts. The machines should be ready by the close of the sun and we can commence the rounding at the darkest part of the eve. You should all prepare your command. This will be done with order and with progression” said The Behemoth.

  “Are we taking everyone?” asked The Love General.

  “This is absurd. We’re not prepared to move The Nest. The numbers are too great. It’s logistically unfeasible. You’re all speaking like animals. This is not what we represent. We are The Collective, we stand together; united under the orange hue of The Forever New Dawn. We’re working for humanity here. You can’t do this. You can’t just leave them all to die” screamed The Administrator.

  “Nobody will be left to die. There will be a humane cull. The Teller will ensure that those affected are entrenched in their subconscious slumber. They will feel and know of nothing. Each of you will be given a number at the end of the meeting. This number will reflect the amount of space you will be given aboard the vessel. I will not interfere with your better judgement. You alone decide which of your states are necessary and which can be left behind. There shall be no panic, so refrain from allowing the nature of our activities to become mass conscious” said The Behemoth.

  “Where are we going? And where is Marcos? Why am I the only one here asking this question? Where is Marcos” asked The Administrator.

  “Marcos is dead. Unfortunately, he is no longer with us. The Famine took him. But his philosophy, his vision, the Forever New Dawn, lives as our direction; as our faith, and we owe all of what we are today to this great man and we shall honour his greatness by living in excellence and taking his word with us into the new frontier” said The Behemoth.

  “Here here; to new frontiers,” said The War and Love Generals; raising their fists into the air.

  “What about the Mothers, they have no representatives here. What of their say? What will happen to them?” said The Administrator.

  The War and Love Generals looked on disapprovingly. Both thought the same thing, how timely this opportunity was to rid themselves of this molecular parasite. Neither put their thought to prose, but both knew from the look in their eyes what the other was thinking.

  “We have no need for them where we are going. We will hand them over to nature and let her scandal determine their purpose” said The Behemoth.

  “How long is this voyage? What of rations? Our containers are bled, the crux of our rations are almost entirely depleted. What will we do for food?” asked The Work General.

  “Improvise,” said The Behemoth.

  “Cannibalism?” said the Administrator shocked. “I can’t eat another human,” he said.

  “Then you will die hungry. But don’t worry, we won’t eat you. I couldn’t stomach the taste. We’ll feed you too the dogs, and eat them” said the War General laughing fiendishly.

  “The test of our faith is upon us. Let me say that it is true, it could be easy for us to try and save everyone and in doing so, lose everything we have fought so hard to construct. We do not wake to knowing of our fate; it calls on us with its own intention. For some to die, for the good of many, is a noble cause indeed. Think of them as your mast rides high in the wind, as your liberty sails at your back. Gentlemen, attend to your focus. We assemble before the birth of the new sun. Saddle your selves with reason. Love as one” said The Behemoth.

  “Live as you love,” the generals said in unison as they all parted from their tables and made their way down to their prospective states.