CW: New world order (Speak up!) [Part 2 of 2]

[To refresh your memory, or if you have not had the chance to read part 1 yet, please click on –> this link <– which has been provided to you by none other but Goldie.]

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The array of diet pill bottles in my medicine cabinet made me feel even sorrier for myself. Tasty food is tasty. What can I do? Not eat anything at all? There’s been talk about a pill one would take to receive all the nutrition needed for the day, but there’s been no real progress on that. Where would be the fun in all that? People would never go out anymore.

Hmm… weird, but is this really a book about diet?” I asked myself while skimming through the next few pages.

“Blah, blah, blah,” I said as I leafed through the pages of the first chapter.

I was about to close the book and toss it in the trash when I saw a photograph printed on one of the following pages.

Ashley Jones during the ‘Free Speech’ demonstration in Washington D.C.”

Oh-kay, and you got me hooked, again, Ashley Jones,” I thought to myself as I stretched out comfortably on my bed.

“I thought you were supposed to be cleaning out your room,” Dad said, standing in the doorway.

“I’m taking a break,” I replied, looking at the half-empty box by the closet.

“Has this book been approved?” he asked.

“Mhm,” I mumbled.

Thankfully, no more questions were asked.

Free speech is a lie. They say that we have the freedom to say whatever we want, but every time someone says something they don’t like, someone gets punished. They say they are looking out for those who are easily hurt. “Words cut deeper than weapons,” they say, but what do they know. They must have never been cut. If I don’t like something, I should be able to speak out about it. I went to protest because I fear that if we don’t win this war against our oppressors, we will soon become speechless. We will lose our voices.

This was not making any sense. I went back a few chapters.

Smartphones will be our downfall. No one talks to one another anymore. All they do is watch movies, play games, and text. And they don’t use full sentences when writing. It’s either shorthand they use or emojis. I wonder how many ten-year-olds today have ever written a letter to someone. Anyone. Pen pals were so great! Being able to communicate with someone on the other side of the world seemed impossible, yet it was not. Sure, you had to probably wait a month or more from when you sent your letter to receive a response, but it was well worth it. Now, kids send and receive messages within seconds. And all they say is “LOL.”

I stayed up all night, reading the fascinating book written by a crazy woman who apparently was my ancestor. The stories seemed so bizarre. It was all clearly fictitious, but the photo seemed oddly real. There was no hint of any editing software used on it. The only way to find out more was to use Dad’s computer, which has clearance to access data that is otherwise blocked.

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A quick search for Ashley Jones on my father’s computer while he was taking a shower confirmed the things I saw and read in the book. It was not something I could talk to my parents about. Not yet, anyway. I had to think of a plan of attack.

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“Let us all say what we are thankful for,” my mom asked once we gathered at the Thanksgiving table.

“I am thankful for Ashley Jones,” I began, looking at my parents to see if they could guess what I was on about.

They looked clueless, although, clearly curious about the last name relation between the mystery woman and our family.

“The book you gave me last Christmas, Mom, was written by Dad’s ancestor. It opened my eyes to how things were and how things are now. Did you know humans used to have MOUTHS, Mom?”

“What?” she asked, stunned, unable to produce anything beyond the single syllable.

“Yes, they had mouths so they could talk. Humans have not always communicated like us – through mind talk. And they ATE. They consumed all sorts of delicious food!” I continued.

“That’s enough, Fred. I’d like to quickly say what I am grateful for,” Dad interjected.

Mom and I looked at him in disbelief. How was he disregarding such news?

“The Elders asked me today to become the new Censor. The inauguration is tomorrow,” he said as if nothing happened.

We sat in silence for a brief moment.

“I was slightly surprised, too. But I’ve been working for this my entire life. There simply was no better candidate,” Dad added.

“Dad, did you know about any of this?” I asked.

“No, at least not all of it,” he replied.

“How can you be OK with this? People need to know. They need to know their history so that they don’t make the same mistakes in the future. In the past, people were told what to eat and what not to eat. What to say and what not to say. And where did this all lead? To absolute elimination of the mouth.”

“That’s enough!” Dad exclaimed, slamming his fist against the table.

Mom looked absolutely petrified. I can only imagine the things that went through her head then.

“I’m going out tomorrow and telling EVERYONE about Ashley. They are trying to restrict freedom of thought now. I am worried about thinking something against the Censor’s opinion when I’m outside of our home. Where will this lead? Will humans not have a brain in a few hundred years? Is that what you call PROGRESS?”

“Fred, as the new Censor, I will not allow your educational protest. It might cause too big of a disturbance among our people. If you go against the rules and regulations, I might not be able to protect you from jail.”

“Jail? Ha! Good joke. And what do you call THIS? My mind feels like it’s in prison. Or as if it is a hostage. I don’t want to live like this anymore. Ashley Jones fought as hard as she could. She mysteriously disappeared after writing the book. I want to do her justice.”

“Congratulations on your promotion, Honey. I’m hungry. Let us eat,” Mom said in her mind, and we all heard her.

She then took the bag of liquid food and attached it to the port in her gastrostomy tube.

“Bon appétit,” she added as she passed two bags to Dad and me.

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“Write a story inspired by the word’ censor.'”
– prompts used this C.W. piece.
[Source: Nobrow]

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  1. I was wondering where the story would lead, and love that i did not see this coming.
    I have a current fascination with looking at our present time from the future and a few of my last fiction pieces have been a sort of post apocalyptic theme with a world run by book clubs…
    I guess there’s something timeless about the power of a good book…
    ~B

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    1. I, too, am glad the ending was a surprise to you.

      I normally don’t dabble into fantasy/ sci-fi but I do what you mentioned – looked onto the present from the future. This concept has been rattling in my brain for a while. I just had to get it out.

      Book clubs… hmmm… interesting…

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      1. Well the internet would have died along with TV and all that other stuff so books become a valuable currency….. Then it gets really really weird because ME it would be cool if book clubs were like street gangs trying to get readers 😂😂😂 with book drive by turf wars ….
        ~B

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  2. You know, this would make a good story series. I’ll admit, I was naïve to think that I could predict the story’s twist. The twist I had in mind was somehow related to time travel. But this??? No, this is much better.

    Well done, Goldie. This is a well-penned story.

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    1. Thanks. Like I said before, it’s a story that’s been rattling in my brain for a few years. I finally wrote it down but I feel like it might be something that I will explore even more in the future.

      Time travel? Interesting concept.

      I’m glad you enjoyed it!

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          1. LOL. I appreciate that kick. But it wasn’t the negative thoughts that was holding me back this time. The main reason I didn’t post anything last Friday is that I’ve been bedridden since last Thursday. So, naturally, I don’t have the mental energy to brainstorm questions, write and edit. I can’t even trust myself to reply to comments with as much enthusiasm as I normally do.

            Thankfully, I feel a lot better today. You should have seen me shivering last night. You’d have thought I wouldn’t last through the night. But I woke up this morning feeling stronger and positive. My knees no longer ache when I walk. I think I’m finally getting better.

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  3. As usual, I always want more after reading your stories. I get caught up in a character and want to know more about them. In this case, I love Fred. He is such a typical teenager. Not much has changed as far as a teen’s attitude toward parents.

    What has changed is the lockdown on individuality and freedom of speech. I want to know why Fred jumped on the Ashley bandwagon so quickly. Does Fred know that computers that are unrestricted still leave a history of searches that could get dad and mom in trouble?

    Communication through the mind worked for me. That is the future. But we paid the price by having our mouths evolve out?
    Now everyone has to eat through a tube. The future is not bright. Good ending Goldie. It’s “food for thought.” (see what I did there) lol

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    1. Thanks, Darnell.

      I wrote this story in a rush months ago. As I decided to publish it, I realized that it definitely isn’t perfect. I still wanted the premise to get out there. I feel like there indeed is so much more to explore with this story. I don’t think I’m done with it forever.

      Yes, I see 🙂 Good one!

      Thanks for reading and your feedback.

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