- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Sci-Fi, Romance, Modern -- I'm more interested in a gripping, detailed story than adhering to conventions.
The lines of retort cycled through the OFFICER's head. Those responses came as easily as breathing, the product of years of intense training devoted to linguistics, rhetoric, and semiotic manipulation. While a career OFFICER, Frank convinced himself that these skills, undoubtedly misleading and black, were promulgated for the benefit of the society at large. He had convinced himself that the platitudes of distraction and the habitual promotion of approved Free Choice belonged to the realms of the good and noble. Best to uplift as many citizens as possible for a vibrant and healthy society. That was the punchline, inculcated for years to deflect rumbling accusations of the society's more questionable practices. Such as child abduction. The logic was sound, in its perverse and horrid manner - relieve children from the poor and unproductive, thereby providing the child with a better life and the parents less of a burden. Pain and suffering, the kind generated from being overburdened with kids, perpetual labor, and poverty, had the curious effect of making citizen think of the plight of others. The empathetic compassion of a population could only go so far, it was decided. The problem was less due to the concept of goodwill, but the tendency it had in promotion selfless motivations. Such motivations plucked the roots of corporate communication and threatened the most holy of communions - profit. The government included empathetic actions, known as "Selfish Giving", and began to regulate the activity mercilessly.
Frank took the paper Liza gave him and read it. His face, a remnant plate of weary metal, did not flinch at the news that Eliza was the product of society's sin. He had had these types of encounters before, and the responses ranged from promising hope while secretly trying to expire their patience to flat-out rebuttal. He could have questioned the source of the papers, objecting on the grounds that such documents could have been either forged or fabricated. But, he knew they would be lies. He knew Liza wouldn't believe them anyway. Frank looked up at Liza, his head cocked to the side, eyes slightly narrowed. It was the look of studying something unfamiliar for the first time, a mixture of bemusement and intense interest.
Liza wanted the truth in a world founded on untruths. She wanted what Frank was charged to obscure. Frank handed the paper back to Liza, and swallowed hard.
"Ms. Abramson, I'd like to ask you something else ... Is there anything that I can do or say that would convince you to put your armband back on?"
Frank took the paper Liza gave him and read it. His face, a remnant plate of weary metal, did not flinch at the news that Eliza was the product of society's sin. He had had these types of encounters before, and the responses ranged from promising hope while secretly trying to expire their patience to flat-out rebuttal. He could have questioned the source of the papers, objecting on the grounds that such documents could have been either forged or fabricated. But, he knew they would be lies. He knew Liza wouldn't believe them anyway. Frank looked up at Liza, his head cocked to the side, eyes slightly narrowed. It was the look of studying something unfamiliar for the first time, a mixture of bemusement and intense interest.
Liza wanted the truth in a world founded on untruths. She wanted what Frank was charged to obscure. Frank handed the paper back to Liza, and swallowed hard.
"Ms. Abramson, I'd like to ask you something else ... Is there anything that I can do or say that would convince you to put your armband back on?"