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School (standard:science fiction, 1676 words) | |||
Author: Andrew R | Added: Jun 16 2002 | Views/Reads: 3385/2228 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Ever stumbled across something you wish you hadn't seen and been powerless to do anything about it? | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story a growl and started to lose his human form, spines appeared out of his back, ripping his tweed jacket to shreds. The ferret man cowered back at that, whimpering in his guttural code. The other students where trying not to look, suddenly finding the ceiling very interesting. Ferret man got up and bolted out of the door, screaming in dialect. The room went silent and the spiny giant looked around sheepishly, his face had changed into a bird on a bad weekend look. I think he tried to smile at me but I can't be sure. He mumbled something that might have been "Sorry everyone, my wife's just had a baby and we've been up all night," or it might not. But he left the room anyway. Colin and I didn't know what to do; the rest of the room seemed to have settled into a stunned silence. We got up and quietly crept out. Faces peered at us from the other doors so we held our heads down and tried to look natural. Someone blocked our path as we went for the door to the factory floor; it was the purple-headed man, looking slightly calmer. "Don't forget your voice inhibitors gentlemen." He handed us two black watches, I looked at mine and noticed the time was wrong. He insisted we put them on; we did, just so he would leave us alone. I thought at the time that we'd been busted and we where in for real shit, but it never happened. We walked out of that place and never went back. That was when I should have told someone; instead I went to the pub with Colin. We got into some conversation about the fact that one in three farmers' tries bestiality at some point and one in ten sheep is supposed to be gay. We tried to work out the percentage of bestiality cases that could be considered 'gay relationships' compared to the percentage of cases that would be classified rape. We didn't mention what we had seen at Central Avenue Industrial Park, we didn't talk about alien training centres. I looked around at the people in the pub and wondered how many might be aliens, and then I shook my head putting the thought away. We must've imagined it; it was the only possible explanation. Over the next few months I spoke less and less to Colin until we lost contact altogether. My paranoia escalated daily. The news was filled with stories of the rising cost of the welfare state due to the influx of foreign refuges etc and the fact that the government was barely able to support the country's needs anymore. When the budget came out all hell broke loose. The government announced it's plans to scrap the welfare state altogether. Riots started, which turned into looting. The army was called in to calm things down, but instead the violence got worse. That was how the revolution happened. It was strange how good people felt at the time, despite all the violence and killing that was going on, there was an atmosphere of hope, like things were finally going to change for the little people, the shit pile was about to be reversed, top would be at the bottom of the new hierarchy. That's not what happened though, is it? When the dust settled and we looked around to see who was still standing it was us, the no hopers, and the dregs of society. A few individuals seemed to know what to do, so we followed them. I should have realised then, oh god I should have known. I curse myself now because I wasn't clever enough to figure it out before it happened. Once the new government was in place and bureaucracy ruled supreme again they chose to reveal their true colours. (Mostly purple, but a few yellow and green ones too). The aliens signing on, the ones who flooded the welfare state beyond capacity had incited the revolution. It was there master plan and we fell for it, we were no hopers without any leadership qualities, they manipulated us and took over. They are the government now, the ones in power. We are the ones begging on the street and wrangling any benefits they care to dole out. It's not so bad I suppose; I get my food coupons and my complimentary cinema ticket. I've got a sleeping space in factory block houtra vi sentrai. I still haven't got used to the language though, but I'm getting there, they've sent me to school. I'm lucky that I know not to make the spiny ones mad, and the ferrety ones just go purple and shout a lot. Tweet
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