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    Dystopian Symphony

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    Author: Seira
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    This was originally planned to be an entry for the 4th EGS Writting contest but I ran out of time and realize too late the huge amount of work I had to do on it... anyways here is my first novel written in English, sorry if there are a few mistakes.

    I've just restarted to work on it so it is still difficult to sum it up I will try to give you a brief summary though. The story takes place in 2050 on the planet Earth left in ruins by the global warming. Ten years ago it was the Beginning, a new start for humanity after the Traumatism which has destroyed a huge part of the world. Mankind is now living six feet underseas in Society a city apparently utopic. For the moment Society goes its way peacefully and harmlessly but will it continue?
    You can find information about the context and the characters that should be read before starting to read the story at:

    Have a nice reading !
    Feel free to criticize or give me advices, I'm trying to improve my writting English
    See you later !^^


    The Beginning - T1

    Lost Echo - T2


    Outer Space Outtakes:


    Author's Note - AD 2017
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    Ch1- Brand new world

    July 15th, 2050:

    Every day Sam Suung wakes up at dawn to go to the office before the global warming increase the heat so much that you can't go out properly because of the stifling atmosphere: ten years ago a major nuclear disaster has almost destroyed life on earth and mankind was forced to live six feet undersea where people could find a new home to restart everything.
    Sam Suung has been living since then with her boyfriend Nokira who is weirdly acting as if he was her brother; both of them had lost everything they had and everyone they loved when they struggled to get in Society, the capital city of the brand new world the government had built underseas. They live in a quite well equipped small house, located near the city heart.
    While Nokira is working as an odd jober for the government, Sam Suung holds the position of daily journalist for the worldwide TV channel and newspaper New World Telegraph that relays latest information about lasting development policies and earth's evolution. That let her to eavesdrop at the door of the government himself.

    Sam Suung caught up the aerobus to go straight and fast to the office: her boss couldn't bear lazy belated employees.
    At 8 she was already sit behind her desk, trying to finish a bunch of articles about recent environment measures taken by the Officials.
    As usual she felt bored because the channel and the newspaper were controlled, sometimes censured before being broadcasted and published. Obviously she couldn't talk about the Traumatism and its sequels or even criticize politics such as the scandalous Amnesia program.
    While she was typing the last article someone knocked loudly at the door:
    - Come in.
    Al Cartel, her mid-aged boss, entered seemingly angry:
    -You were supposed to give me the articles yesterday so that they were sent to the government to be checked. Not to mention that they are always subversive and more often since a few weeks I don't get the authorizations to publish them, are you really unable to write more neutral ones?
    - I can't let go of the feeling that the system has turned out to become kinda a dictatorship...
    - Don't pronounce such extreme words, the New World Telegraph may be cancelled if "they" eavesdrop. It's unlikely I'd tend to consider your ideas as dangerous but you're dismissed from now on for the sake of the whole company. Please leave as soon as possible, I'm not joking.
    - This was planned for long, wasn't it?
    - It was your last chance, I'm going to hire Maa Kintoche a famous journalist who has opportunities to become an Official so he should be more reliable.
    - Nice to meet you Mr.Al Cartel intervened a soft voice from the door.
    - Good morning, that's a relief you're on time.
    A handsome young man, elegantly dressed entered:
    - Wh-What the... ?! Is it him?
    Sam Suung was nervous: she thought she had most likely met him in the past but where and when? She glanced at his deep green eyes and red short hair, puzzled by the feeling of safety that reached suddenly her heart:
    - Who is she? What's the problem with her? Maa Kintoche asked. Nice to meet you, though he said to Sam Suung with a gentle smile.
    - I... I don't know! Al Cartel exclaimed in panic.
    While Maa Kintoche was wandering around, Al Cartel pushed away Sam Suung in the corridor:
    - How can you dare... Who do you think you are? You were talking to a would-be Official! If I were in your shoes I'd apologize properly to him.
    - No matter it's nothing, really... nothing. Anyways I'm leaving.
    - Wait a minute!
    Surprised both of them turned their looks to Maa Kintoche leaned against the threshold:
    - I can't remember but I'm sure we already met in the past he said meanwhile putting something strange, round and smooth in the girl's pocket as she entered the room to pick up her things. "Good luck" he whispered in her left ear in order to be listened only by her.

    - What a jerk! How can he dismiss you so suddenly although we can't make ends meet ?! Nokira inquired.
    - I'm sorry it's all by my fault, he used to have issues with the government who judged my articles too subversive.
    Nokira looked strongly at his girlfriend for a moment before answering:
    - You...

    Maa Kintoche was cleaning and tiding his new workplace when he suddenly found a few photographs hid in a folder left behind by his predecessor. He couldn't help but to look at them, intrigued by the fact Sam Suung could have forgotten so private and precious things such as her memories behind without noticing.
    There was various ones showing her alone as a child, with a hazel-eyed ordinary young man or sometimes with him and a mysterious mid-aged guy who was surely "Sempai" the leader of the Lonesome movement: somehow the three of them looked like a family. Maa Kintoche felt unexpectedly sad, tears climbed over his cheeks when he stared at Sam Suung in her child self: was it because they shared the same characteristics or because she didn't look straight at the camera lens not smiling with ghostly eyes?
    According to him the second reason was far more realistic, she had been probably caught up in the middle of a move but soon he stated that it was not sadness but guiltiness that had driven him so depressed.
    - Have you finished settling? I need a series of articles about the recent sustainable development policies tomorrow on my desk.
    - I will work hard to fulfill my goals but may you allow me to leave work sooner this afternoon? I've forgotten I had an appointment with someone important to me to... let me attend the Exam.
    - I hope it's not a lie otherwise you can go and never come back. The New World Telegraph won't be able to handle such a lost of time and benefit! See you later...
    Maa Kintoche didn't wait until he would change his mind, turned off his computer meanwhile gathering his things and the photographs in his bag and left quickly.

    Sam Suung was preparing dinner when the doorbell rang loudly. Nokira was supposed to work late until nightfall so she wasn't waiting for anyone else. She wondered if nothing bad had happened to him while walking to the door. She was surprised, almost frightened when the camera lens showed her Maa Kintoche's face. She thought she wasn't forced to open her door to him but his quiet smile was awhile friendly and reassuring.
    - What's up? she asked politely welcoming him in the living room with some refreshing orange juice (he dislikes alcohol)
    - Sorry for probably disturbing you but you've forgotten these...
    He gave her the photographs: she was shocked, took them away his hands and put it in a safe.
    - Did you look at them?
    - Yes... I did.
    - Will you keep the secret?
    - Why such a question?
    - As you may know the men in most of them are my boyfirend Nokira and Sempai the Lonesome movement's leader.
    - Alright I...
    The doorbell rang again interrupting him.
    - Who is it? Sam Suung inquired.
    - Hello it's Sempai, is Nokira back from work? We have to talk together in private for a moment.
    - He will arrive soon, come in.
    The door slid at the minute she pushed away Maa Kintoche in the kitchen and arranged the living room in a rush. Sempai entered, looked around briefly to check the cameras and the microphones:
    - Seems like we can freely talk but can you guarantee me no one would spy this conversation?
    - I assume there isn't any Official living around here. Do you want something to drink? Wine? Beer?
    - Only a glass of water please, I don't drink alcohol during daytime.
    - Alright wait here I would feel ashamed if you see the amount of dishes I haven't finished to wash up yet.
    He sat down in the sofa reading his mailbox. Sam Suung headed to the kitchen; given that the back door was open she guessed Maa Kintoche had left.
    - What's your business with Nokira?
    - How should I put it? First of all what do you know about the Republic of Aftermath?
    - Only what everyone knows. This is a confederation of countries led by the United Countries Committee, an organization of politicians and intellectuals fighting against war and dictatorship, founded by the Wonderland family after the Traumatism. Am I right?

    Sempai glanced at her, reflecting on how to make his answer sound adequate and honest at the same time. A smile pierced his impassive face:
    - Say me what you remember of your previous life and I may tell you who you are...
    For the third time the doorbell rang and Sempai stood up steadily:
    - I have to leave for now someone would have followed me. I will phone Nokira, join us at the headquarters as soon as you can. This house is no longer safe.
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    mysterious people gather
    some typos here and there, but i like the story
    btw, i was going to ask about "Sempai" until i realize it's a person's name
    wait, what?

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    Thanks for your feedback, it's a work i did last year in a writting club. We had to describe how our daily life would be in 2050 and it was very fun to do.
    At first the plot was about time travelling and sci-fi features but I've changed it for something about social divide and culture that let the story become more mature because I was not interesting in doing an ordinary sci-fi story with aliens and space :)
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    Ch2- Truth to be told

    After Sempaļ left, Sam Suung gathered all her small travel bag could contain. She was standing in front of the sliding door when she hesitated: what if she'd like to stay with enough bravery to face the police?
    She has been living here for long, besides all she had loved, built and remembered belonged to the new life she was going through underseas and lingered behind the house's walls. Then she thought it was pretty naive given that Maa Kintoche knew her secret and would have told his future comrades about it, voluntary or not.
    Unless he was lucky, he must have been arrested by a police patrol and forced to tell them the truth. However she refused to think about it when she realized it would be her fault if he ended up threatened or sent in jail which was a terryfying hypothesis.
    Somehow she felt sympathy for him: before they first met he always seemed to her strong and self confidant, a bit too selfish and silly. The truth was after all he revealed himself to be a fragile and melancholic young man.
    She was quite a good judge of character assuming that he must have been broken by the lost of someone he loved and cared in the past.
    She went out her pleasant and safe home and never stepped back again.

    - Welcome back! Everyone was waiting for you, what were you doing? I told you to come as fast as possible... Sempaļ reproached her when she got in the headquarter.
    - Sorry... she simply replied, avoiding Sempaļ's suspicious eyes.
    - You have really no sense in your mind! What if you were arrested?
    - You're always acting as if I was still a child. preventing me from doing anything harm like revolting myself against politicians. But this foolish dictatorial Big Brother looking system shall be shut down or must change in any way possible. Anybody has no longer the right to think and talk according to his/her free will. We are led by paranoic people who vote nonsense security laws.
    - I know... I know it's scandalous but I want you to be more careful in the future because you're not ready to handle the truth yet.
    - What are you talking about? I'm almost twenty years old thus I deserve to know more because it might deal with my childhood.
    - I did tell you you're not ready yet to learn about and handle the truth, that's all!
    - I want to know why I feel so concerned about Maa Kintoche and moreover why you are getting suddenly angry although you have no reason to! I was only trying to get to understand your stance.
    - This world can't be changed only by you. I'm sure you will try hard but in a fight like this you may lose in the end if you stay as you are, reckless and lonely. The path you have chosen to follow is a very difficult one because it is going to be an endless fight for freedom and humanism that you won't win if you decide to act on your own. What is your definition of the word "wonderland"?
    - I should say it sounds to me pretty utopic, like an ideal world where everything goes on peacefully in harmony. A world where everyone can live all together without wars and dictators.
    - As I thought, you're the right person to carry out this dream. It's good of Moto Rorola to have saved you during the Evacuation...
    - Who is Moto Rorola?
    Sempaļ was about to answer when the door crashed down, pushed away violently by policemen.
    A l Cartel entered, followed by Maa Kintoche.
    - Thanks for your help Kintoche, I'll carry out everything well, you should go and take some rest.
    Obedient, Maa Kintoche nodded with a discreet grin on his face:
    - Yes sir!
    As he was walking away he held out a gun that was hidden before in his jacket. Sam Suung looked worriedly around: according to circumstances if a fight was engaged here it would not only destroy the headquarter but kill a lot of people, the movement's members and their families.
    - Please don't shoot!
    All the looks turned to her:
    - You stupid... Sempaļ uttered.
    - Interesting... Al Cartel commented.
    - I have to take my revenge against a system who has stolen from me my dear sister Alys! Maa Kintoche exclaimed. No matter the method I will reverse one day this world to what it was before the Traumatism.
    - I disagree you can only learn something from the failures of the past to build up a future even more better, Sam Suung replied.
    - Doesn't it sound childish? I understand your point of view but how can you change anything if you refuse war or nonetheless violence?
    - I think it's wiser to find other ways to let the will of people for change breath a wind of revolution into current society.

    - You have exactly the same speech as my mother Ashley. It's strange to hear the same words from someone who strongly ressemble her by the way...
    Sempaļ wanted to say something but Maa Kintoche added:
    - ...Now my question is: who the hell are you?
    She realized she wasn't able to give him an answer: the more she tried to remember, the more her memories flew out insubstantial.
    She was spared from answering by Sempaļ:
    - Who knows, all of us have lost our identities during the Evacuation. In fact does it matter when the two of you share the same dream? The most important from now on is to act together for the changing to happen, isn't it?

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    so what's the secret hidden behind those 'forgotten' past? :sneaky
    wait, what?

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    the whole story is a game of appearances between truth and liars, some secrets shouldn't be told yet...

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    sure, i'll wait patiently
    wait, what?

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    Ch3- All that matters

    Maa Kintoche was about to respond, preceded by Al Cartel who shot glance at Sempai:
    - You will have time to mind about such pointless questions in your cell because I come here to arrest you.
    - Wait! You can't... Maa Kintoche exclaimed.
    - Shut up! You're lucky not to endure the same punishment to have pointed a gun at an Official. It is what it is, when it comes to deal with law I can't intervene nor feel sympathy.
    - But...
    - It's a matter of consciousness. If you feel guiltiness for that it's your problem, let's go then!
    - All right...
    The policemen seized and handcuffed Sempaļ tightly.
    Al Cartel and Maa Kintoche left quickly.

    Shocked Sam Suung didn't pronounce a word: was all that mess because of her? Why does everyone love her so much that they were prepared to sacrifice their own lives if needed to protect her?
    A few minutes passed before the door slid again showing Nokira who ran to her as soon as he stepped in the building:
    - What's wrong? Are you sick or something bad has just happened? He worriedly inquired. By the way where is Sempaļ? We had to...
    - Calm down, I will try to explain everything as best as I could.
    - Where is Sempaļ?
    - We should leave tonight because he has been arrested.
    - No way! Why? Who?
    - By Al Cartel and his henchmen but I don't get to know exactly why.
    - This is very troublesome we are not terrorists so we didn't have issues with the government before. What if they use torture to force him to talk?
    - No. Please stop saying such scary things.

    - Once more, what do you know about the "Shovel of Death"?
    - I... I don't know what you are talking about!
    Half undressed Sempaļ was chained against a wall. Al Cartel witnessed the interrogatory from a corner of the room. The policeman slapped again Sempaļ on both cheeks and flicked his forehead:
    - Look at me and say it again.
    Eyes closed by the pain Sempaļ remained silent. The man got suddenly angry and grasped him rudely by his hair:
    - I did tell you: say it again!

    Society was quite a huge city. Its streets were organized around a small urban district reserved to the Official class. Obviously the sole police station of the city was located here in its city heart. There were many guards and security barriers around there. Being formally a citizen with a valid ID card was not enough to be allowed to access freely the place, you had to be accompanied by an Official to pass through the security barriers and the ID checking.
    - What should we do? Sam Suung asked while she and Nokira were running fast across the city to the Official District.
    - Maa Kintoche... Damn this guy is so stupid! Why on earth did he have to let the police to capture Sempaļ, only because of mock opportunities?
    - It shouldn't be that simple. There must have been other reasons. I wouldn't be surprised if he was forced to tell "them" the truth about us.
    - Anyway, we shall rescue Sempaļ but how? In fact this is the real question.
    Nervous Sam Suung reflected about it while checking distractedly her pockets. Her fingers found the strange object Maa Kintoche had given to her hours ago. She held it out and looked at it with a quizzical eye. It was simply shaped like a ball with a small shining button on it. She carefully pushed it to open the object and closed it immediately after. Apparently it was supposed to activate a bomb or any nuclear weapon.
    - Glad to see you here! Al Cartel exclaimed behind them. Oh my... You should have given me back the "Shovel of Death" earlier it would not have caused so much commotion. Come on and just follow me.
    Sam Suung and Nokira didn't have any other choice thus they obeyed. He guided them through the district.
    - Over there, he said when they came in the police station.
    The cell was the darkest and the coldest, barely reached by the light. But soon, as they were looking closely Nokira and Sam Suung saw Sempaļ lay on the floor. Sam Suung dared to talk the first:
    - What... what the hell did you do to him?
    - Don't worry he's still alive but I would be lenient only if you give me back the "Shovel of Death" immediately.
    - Well... take it. Now release him please I'm begging you, Sam Suung whispered, her eyes sparkling of upcoming tears.
    In exchange Al Cartel handed the cell's key over to her.
    Scarcely had she entered Sam Suung ran to the bedside of Sempaļ who was severely wounded. Scandalized her heart sank with sympathy as her fingers brushed against his injured limbs. She simply laid an arm over his shoulders to help him standing up. Barely dressed with a large grey shirt and old ripped jeans he felt light against her, his eyes closed.
    - We definitely should take him to hospital urgently, Nokira observed. Is there one in the neighborhood? He asked Al Cartel.
    The businessman looked at Sempaļ, then at Sam Suung:
    - You should go to visit Moto Rorola instead.
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    4- How the world has begun

    Al Cartel had to accompany them on the way to Moto Rorola's house. He left after he managed thier ID checkings. As the doorbell rang they heard footsteps behind the door and Moto Rorola appeared in the threshold wrapped in a coral pink large bathrobe:
    - What are you looking for?
    - We need a skilled healer.
    - I'm back from work and I'm exhausted. If it's an emergency you should better call the hospital...
    She was about to close up her door to them when Nokira blocked it with a foot:
    - We no longer have time. If we do nothing to heal his wounds, Sempaļ is going to die!
    - Sempaļ?
    Moto Rorola opened a bit wider her door to see Sempaļ unconscious, supported by Sam Suung whose free arm wrapped protrectively his shoulders to prevent him from falling. Each step forward became a stirring pain; too light his breath was barely perceptible.
    - What happened? Moto Rorola asked when they helped her to bring Sempaļ upstairs in the guest room. Don't worry no one will hear our conversation.
    - He has been arrested by the police, meaning Al Cartel and his henchmen, because of something called the "Shovel of Death".
    - I see. It's so horrible...
    She softly laid him on the bed and opened his shirt to clean the blood bleeding slightly through his injuries:
    - I've known him for years. I used to be a Lonesome activist when the Traumatism occurred but to make ends meet in this new world you should join the Official District. So I passed the Exam to become a healer after the Evacuation ended. I couldn't have expected him to be so dedicated to you that he would sacrifice his own life.
    - But why? Why had he chosen to protect me whatever it would take?
    Surprised, Moto Rorola looked at her and took a deep breath:
    - I guess he hasn't told you yet because you're still young but you're Alys, Ashley Wonderland's daughter.
    - What... what are you saying? Sam Suung stammered, turning slowly pale.
    - You don't remember anything about it, do you? I'm the one who saved you during the Evacuation...
    - That's not what I'm asking, it's a sad and rude reality but I've lost my memories, Does it mean Maa Kintoche is my brother?
    - Of course it does but you shouldn't tell him until he realizes how much this world needs to change, in other words until he stops seeking for a position in the governement. From the very beginning the Official class is playing with him and treating him like a mere puppet. They always promise to bring you back as soon as he accepts to obey their orders, whatever these are.
    Downstairs, the doorbell rang loudly:
    - Stay here aside Sempaļ.
    She didn't close entirely the door for them to hear everything that was going to be said, then came downstairs to open the door:
    - Why are you here? There's nobody living here except me.
    - I received the order to take Sam Suung to the President. He wants to talk a bit with her about the "Shovel of Death";
    - If so what are you going to do Maa Kintoche? You will only hand Sam Suung over to the Official class who may use her to put out of harm's way the Lonesome movement.
    - I can't disobey the orders.
    - You stupid thoughtless kid! What will you do if they arrest her and send her in jail like they did to Sempaļ?
    - The President just wants to talk with her!
    - Are you thinking they will chat like old friends drinking a cup of tea? Not at all! You want to become an Official but you're not mature enough yet...
    - Where are they?
    - It really saddens me, you don't know what you're doing it's so pathetic!
    Avoiding her angry eyes, Maa Kintoche looked hastily around and saw the guest room"s door opened upstairs:
    - If you're in there Sam Suung don't be afraid and come with me.
    " No, I won't forgive you!" Sam Suung thought.
    - If you don't come Sempaļ's sacrifice will become useless because the Traumatism is all about the "Shovel of Death".
    - Is that so?
    Sam Suung appeared at the top of the stairs, her feelings melted between astonishment and anger:
    - Let's go, definitely!

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