The Pseudo-Saga of an Old Souled Opossum in a New Dystopian Future
#2 of Literary Works
I suppose, I should be entirely forthright.
In my mind, an all-ages rating means it is appropriate for small children. This is not. It is full of profane and colorful words.
However, my only other rating option is "adult", and while I find that this work, were it a movie, would certainly get a PG-13 or R rating, it is not for any explicit or gratuitous sexual encounter. I feel that it is less offensive to preface my work with this statement than it is to be forced to tag it "Female","Male", just because there are female and male characters. I would dare to say that each character's sex or gender could be swapped with another and have very little impact on the story. While that may make my characters sound plain, I personally view it as an achievement that a character has more depth than what reproductive organs they do or do not have.
Once again, let me try to make everything clear. This collection of words is not for children. I am merely taking the most acceptable route that I can take until such a time arrives that a "mature" rating is not tied specifically to "pornographic."
Thank you for your time.
"What the shit is this?" Jana exclaimed, throwing her Vizotron headpiece on the ground. It shattered as all currenttech does. "Damn!" she stomped and began picking up the pieces intent on having Gonald reassemble it. "Fucking orcas. Fucking orcas everywhere. Can't Fucking make a damned whorder without seeing shit-fucking orcas everywhere." Jana cradled the larger pieces in her possum paws as she picked through the pieces, carefully weighing the assumed merit of each one, then stuffing her pants pockets with the tiny screws and xenoplastic shards. "Can't a girl get her twat cleaned out without having to see some piss-ugly orca?" Someone cleared their throat. Afer ignoring them until all the perceivable parts were collected and getting the majority of her bitchfit out, Jana looked up to see the mint fusion formal wear of a patroling Area Rating Enforcement Officer. "God_damn_it! There's always a police cunt standing over me when I'm at my worst," Jana groaned. The officer was an Akita and not happy to see such a lewd figure in such a clean part of town. Jana made excuses and complained all the way to a newly installed dual-purpose Cultivation/Evacuation capsule to be proselytized. She sighed and leaned against the door as a familiar-sounding 7-digit PIN was entered outside followed by a card swipe and retina scan. This was approximately the 100th time since Elsfaan that she'd been forcibly escorted to a similar station. It was her first time in this one, though. It would have seemed nice to use if it weren't a mandatory utilization. Immediately, the room hyper-pressurized and became lit with a maroon hologram turtle face. It went through its opening statements and then instructed Jana to sit. The light flickered, Jana knew it was the mental cultivation probe activating.
"Some subjects fall down when they're exposed to the probe. Having clients sit will help with continuity," the pig said, referring to his notes. A meeting had been called to discuss enforcement capsules. While clearly more humane than conventional prison terms, the Cultivation Chamber carried some risk. The most severe cases reported were mild concussion and bloody nostril with pre-sentence memory loss reported on occasion. "Even with the risks," a hare in a blue and hot pink polka-paisley necktie mumbled and gesticulated. "It is safer than a typical prison and costs less than an Iceblock." "It is safe and cheap for the public," a goat bleated. "Remember, this is for felons! Most will take advantage of the Evacuation chambers in place to take care of their urges before it becomes a problem."
Please utilize the Evacuation Chambers. Failure to do so may result in built up urges to say or do inappropriate things in Rating-Enforced areas. Evacuation Chambers are good for profane or distateful speech, genital stimulation, and aggressive outbursts. If performing an inappropriate action outside of an Evacuation Chamber, an Area Rating Enforcement Officer will escort you to the nearest Cultivation Chamber to be reeducated. Please utilize the Evacuation Chambers. Failure to do so often results in imposed usage of the Cultivation Chamber.
"I don't know. Isn't it just promoting negative and crude behavior?" a bear asked and took off his old-fashioned glass spectacles. "I understand having an outlet is easier than criminalizing the populous, but would it not be better to invest in education and prevent the need to have a seperate unit? Just have cultivation Chambers." "The semi-permanent Evacuation Chamber is much more cost effective over the long run," The hare interjected. "Having to sufficiently educate each generation of citizen is a cheap short-term solution, but people keep procreating. Until immortality is achieved, to maintain order, we'd have to keep educating." "I still don't like it," the bear grumbled. "What if..." the goat suggested, "what if we tied the use of the Cultivation Chambers to each citizen's record? Perhaps a certain number of Evacuation chamber uses would negate the mark of one Cultivation Chamber use. Once the information becomes semi-public, businesses will use it in addition to their background check to find the most stable workers." "If I may," the pig said. "I think that is a fine idea and what should be worked towards." Hours of merit discussion and bickering later, the meeting ended and they went their seperate ways. Shiimon entered his apartment and immediately stripped down to bare tan fur, flinging his clothes haphazardly about. He flopped onto his power futon, frustrated that no one noticed his tie, he specifically ordercrafted it to match his eyes. Predictions Unlimited even said that polka paisley was a sign of confidence for middle aged persons that happen to be business professionals. Exasperated, he put on his Ful-field headset and dreamagined his way into Tenaret. As always, he found an uninhabited area and began building. While others were socializing and watching whatever life failure of the week destroy their reputation, he was creating and expanding the infinite void. He was placing physio-virtual mile markers out in the vast nothing. He always started with an obelisk, then a palace, then a garden of meaningless shapes. Sometimes he'd have to travel hours to finally get to a new area before planting his signature landmarks. Sometimes they'd take weeks to complete. He worked for hours at a time, spinning a web all across Tenaret. He imbued every structure with a fragment of himself. In the back of his mind, he believed that if he made enough structures and pulled enough pieces of himself out, then he'd live forever, or at least a part of him would. He knew it was nonsense, but it was a fun dream. In a sense, it was just a way to fill his life away from work. The task compelled him to do it with no reason why. In his mind, he uttered in the same manner as an incantation: "I am a selfish creator. I make what I please.To be more precise, I make what pleasures me to make. All I do is satisfy my whim. I exist to serve my own design. My worlds created are for my delight or to quell desires. My machinations are living. They grow and evolve by my guidance to suit my fancy. It is vagary that exists for its own singular purpose. "I am my audience. Perfectly entertained though rarely surprised at things that happen. Being a follower of my work but not a fan of it, there is never a time when the creative process is complete. The stories are woven as I write them. The sounds are crafted as I hear them. The images are refined as I perceive them. I shape existence as it occurs. I observe my works and so they come to be. "I am lazy. I have many projects that are undone because the effort it would take to navigate certain elements of my creations I could just make other things instead. Some things never see fruition because I can just think it instead of bringing it into the world with toil. A fully populated Multi-multiverse exists in my consciousness. Though it has come to my knowledge that these aren't my creations but my memories."
Did you know Evacuation Chambers are revolutionizing the country? Cultivation Chamber use has gone down 40% over the past two years. Public use of profane and distasteful speech in public is at an all-time low. Genital stimulation in public is at an all-time low. Aggressive outbursts and violent behavior in public is at an all-time low. Regular voluntary use of an Evacuation Chamber may improve your Citizen Score, reducing imposed expenditures. Remember to visit your nearest Evacuation Chamber when you feel the need for profane and distasteful speech, genital stimulation, or aggressive outbursts.
"Why, if it ain't Sarma!" Luu called out to her old sorority sister. "Hello, Luu," the mouse replied to the toadess. They chatted a moment before getting on the 2:30 Merangue Monorail line. They caught up with what had been going on in their lives over the past year until they got to their destination in Lysque. This was their 6th time honoring the pledge they had made upon graduating to meet annually and go to Virante's Cafe. After being seated by an electric-blue-haired ferret that introduced himself fabulously as Marone, the girls ordered some brightly colored drinks and looked over the appetizers while commenting about "saving calories for today" and having "totally decided to be fat this week". "I think Marone is into you," Luu whispered across the table. "No. Pretty sure he's gay. Probably Virante's newest. He's too bubbly to be into me" "As if! You still got it, girl. He was looking right at you. He wanted you." "I think he was just checking out my clothes." "Men don't look at clothes; they look at the girl wearing them. But if you want to pass by a chance to get with that," Luu through up her hands in exasperation, "you're welcome to just let it go. I won't say another thing. A quick nipslip would prove it though." "I am not-" Sarma heard the restaurant go quiet. She looked around and begged her pardon from the other patrons with an awkward embarrassed smile. She continued to Luu in an agitated whisper,"I am not going to flash him. Anyone will look if you flash them. That's kind of the whole point of doing it. Besides I'm not drunk enough to feel good about my breasts." "Well then maybe he was checking you out because he thought you were a guy," the toadess giggled "That's enough, Luu," Sarma tried containing the damage. "See, he's bringing you another drink." "Whew I'm thirsty!" "Isn't it amazing? We're living in such sophisticated times." "Indeed! Just think when we were in college, anyone could ruin a fine establishment like this by using hate speech or using profane word combinations. We really are at the threshold of a wonderful new era." "People used to engage in all kinds of community-breaking behaviors. Some people found it enjoyable to stimulate themselves or their partners in public." "Like under a table in a restaurant, in a neutral rest room, or in an alley, right?" "Disgusting isn't it?" "Yes, but a body has biological needs. I'm so glad that if I ever feel like I need to take care of that urge, there's always an Evacuation Chamber near by. I just go inside, swipe my ZenCard and in moments I can take care of that desire without having to break an Area Rating." "I usually don't do it at home because its more enjoyable in an Evacuation Chamber." "I know what you mean but you should either take care of it at home or at your nearest Evacuation Chamber if you're planning on going out of town or to a low traffick area." "That's because Evacuation Chambers are prevalent but not everywhere, isn't it?" "Yes. Also Area Rating can change, so be sure to keep a watchful eye for any signage indicating an Area Rating." "Here's a tip: some signs advertising businesses or services in low Area Rating regions have profane or explicit content. If it has been approved by the Area Ratings Commerce Commission, then that type of behavior or speech is allowed in that region. The ARCC will never cause you an imposed trip to a Cultivation Chamber." "Wow, I never knew that! Our society sure is amazing and much more refined and civilized than any other." "I don't know how we existed in such a crude setting." "Me neither! Now I hear the imposed expenditures issued to citizens requiring Cultivation Chamber use are now funding a new Cultivation and Evacuation Chamber combination. Some of the older Cultivation Chambers are being retrofitted to also have Evacuation Chamber capabilities." "But for the time being they are only availible in high traffick, high Area Rating regions. The next phase involves retrofitting Cultivation Chambers in high traffick, moderately high Area Rating regions to better serve the populous." "The number of opportunities to use an Evacuation Chamber is going up. It will be easier for potential offenders to avoid reeducation at a Cultivation Chamber." Marone placed a fancy glass of bright green libation in front of Luu, "Looks like I'm just in time then! Have you decided what to start off with?" Taking a large, egregious sip, the toadess licked her lips and said, "I dunno, what do you like?" "I suggest the okra rolls or the Asian noodle croquettes," he said with a smile.
Jana bit her tongue as the blue light flickered. Too late again. She shook her head and exited the chamber, taking a few moments to regain her bearings. She noted an AREO Akita was walking away. Continuity. Continuity. Continuity. Jana tried thinking of what had happened before. She obviously did something to warrant a Cultivation treatment. Damn treatments. Damn officers. Damn Akitas. Damn orcas. Orcas? "Fu-!" Jana caught herself mid-exclamation. She continued under her breath, "Fuckin' shit. Bitch-cunted orcas got my sorry ass in trouble again. Fuckin piss-titted orcas. I wanted to get off but those orcas," she took a moment to inhale."Shitty orcas got me a damned treament instead. Fuck Goddamn everything." Gonald lived in underunderground Zoasaj, three regions from Lysque in a direct route on the surface. If a seedier route were taken, it would be the long way around and be eleven regions away on the surface. Saving time meant risking treatments. It was fairly smooth sailing for Jana once she entered underground Zoasaj. She had a reputation for her outlandish behavior. Her antics were the basis of Unzo legends and was often treated as just a myth. The stories were too ridicuous to be true but she acted the part too well to not be "that crazy opossum." As she progressed deeper into Unzo, she was greeted with demands for passwords and secret gesture combinations. It wasn't Unzo that was being protected, but Uuz. Underground Zoasaj was far too popular and well known. Most people on the surface knew about it or had a friend or knew someone that knew someone from there. It was a weird hybrid of persons wanting to live without Area Rating Enforcement and a constant tide-like swirl of ZenCard holders looking for a magical lawless vacation. The appeal was that a person could do as they pleased; however, most surface folk were too well-programmed to just completely drop their surface habits. "What the assbastard is fucking going on with that shit," Jana asked a familiar-looking cheetah while being waved through the final checkpoint before entering Uuz. "Why the cunt hasn't this damn suspicious bitch been carded?" "I know you," the spotted girl said. "You have the first DenCard. You're the Uuz Apparition." "Shit." Jana opened the heavy iron door. She went down 70 steps and through a corridor that opened into a cavern dotted with huts and shacks. She made her way to one that looked like it was about to fall down but had an air-lock style hatch on it. She knocked her Morse interpretation of "hey, fucker, open this shit up." "who's out there??" a voice came crackling out of a tiny speaker. Jana put her face into the jamb and shouted, "Look, I'm sorry your retarded-ass parents tried to name you Donald backwards but were too dumb. Let me in." "Alright, fine, but stop trying to spread rumors," Gonald opened the hatch. "Yeah, yeah. Maybe once you stop. You know they're calling me the Uuz Apparition now? What ass says shit like that?" The old badger laughed like a pacemaker and indicated Jana sit at the worn wood table. "Asses do have a tendency to talk shit," He continued his horrific amusement sounds until he wiped away tears from his eyes with a stained handkerchief."What do you want?" "I got capped so I don't really remember,"Jana said producing pieces of her vizotron from her pockets. "I know I was headed this way before that, though." "So you didn't beat the probe?" "Hell no. I think maybe they have the probe activate when Benny pops up or at a random interval after he pops up. Fuckin' Benny. Love the bastard. Shame his ass only pops up when I'm jammed in a cultevac socket." Gonald was busy rigging up a functional vizotron. He occasionally added in "uh-huh"s and "hmmm"s as Jana monologued endlessly about the injustice that of all the things the government could use a guy like Benny on, he only serves to tell people about cultevacs and instructing people how to better enjoy their cultevac experience. She didnt realize that she had given the enitre soliloquy almost verbatim several times over the past 3 years. She also seemed to have forgotten that she gave the name "Benny" to the maroon hologram turtle face. "You could probably see Benny more if you went to a cultevac voluntarily," Gonald suggested. "Shit. That wouldn't do shit. I'd be right back the fuck in it before I could count to ass," Jana rested her head on the table."Gonald,"she groaned,"how long??" "It seems you're missing the Allpart," Gonald said. "Can I go without it?" "Yes, if you just want a headpiece that looks like it works. Its the most important component. It handles the infrastructure between Tenaret, the display and your brain and works like a limiter so you don't get fried. It isn't important if you just want to wear xenoplastic for no reason." "You drive a hard bargain," Jana sighed. "It isn't a bargain, those are your options." "That's what you think. Fuck it, I'm out," Jana jammed a sleatrep needle in her arm and passed out on the floor.