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History « Thread Started on Sept 2, 2008, 7:07pm »
history.
The goal was utopia. Isn't that the result of all thinking, all planning, all government? A perfect world. There will be no hunger, no sickness, no discrimination, no natural catastrophes, no change. Everything will run smoothly; nothing will be in the way of pure and unadulterated paradise. Paradise. ...a place too divine to ever be held on earth.
The natural state of the earth is change- change is synonymous with life. To prevent that is to snuff out the essence of living. Here, in the city of Sevia, this quest for perfection is more than a goal- it is an obsession.
Disputes are looked down on- fighting of any kind is prohibited. Inhabitants are expected to resolve everything in peaceful dialogue- any other sort can land you a trip to the Inner City. In a similar manner, overt emotions are not allowed. Religion has been abolished due to its inflammatory nature, any other culture except for the New Culture is not allowed; art, music, and writing have been reserved for the upper classes (self-expression should only be given to those who can handle it), and government is static and unchanging- a group of Elites have ruled the city for as long as most can remember.
The human being itself is now regarded as a flaw in this perfectly regulated world- eugenic movements have eaten their ways across Sevia many times. All people are genetically tested several times in their lives; their genomes are machine-recorded in large computers in the Inner City. At the slightest hint of an anomality, the person may either undergo gene therapy or be 'humanely' euthanized, depending on the severity of the defect.
Race and intelligence are a taboo subject amongst the Civilis; only properly authorized officials (the Vernul and Elites) are allowed to mention it. As a general rule, race has been rendered 'nonapplicable' to prevent discrimination. However, intelligence is carefully monitored in infants- parents are chosen to produce children of the desired mindset. Specific grades of intelligence are used in each social class of the city.
Deeply hypocritical? Perhaps.
However, it must be remembered that nature, even the death of nature, is erratic and unpredictable. By the time this government was put into practice, the earth had been ruined beyond repair. Resources had already been leeched, the climate had permanently changed for the worse, and most vegetation and animal life had died off.
As can be imagined, this bleak landscape was something that the Vernul deemed too 'realistic' for most of the Civilis. In the near past, focus was shifted momentarily from the human being to the natural environment. Pseudo-sciences were employed to create an alternate reality for the city. Sciences of the soul, of the body, of their union. The Vernul created a database of the Old Earth in the Inner City; old records, newspapers and maps were used to recreate historical conditions: the names 'Spring - 01', 'Summer - 02', 'Autumn - 03', and 'Winter - 04' were used, half-jokingly, to describe them. They were named after seasons in a burst of novelty- seasons, as every Sevian knows, show up only in Elite-approved fantasy novels.
There's no freedom. But who needs freedom when everything is in perfect order?
Order. Constraints. Because without it, people would cease to be people and become beasts. There's a fine line between men and animals. This is what every Sevian child is told; it's been hammered into their heads at an early age. Oh, but at what costs-! Give up the blue, blue sky of the imagination, replace it with the gray and monotony of practicality.
But there were some that could not let go. There were some that remembered what the sky looked like.
And they rebelled against this system. They rebelled against their perfect, sterile lives- they ached to become human, rather than artificially controlled life forms. But they became animals in the process; the Elites had done their work all too well: deprived of a moral compass, they destroyed themselves along with their government.
The Sevians now have no rules to control themselves, no spiritual guide, no emotions, no sense of self. The machines in the Inner City were damaged in their uprising, and their alternate universes are warping, changing into something that is neither real nor man-made.
What is there in the core of humanity? Is it just terrifying, absolute nothingness, or is there a thread of good that connects us all?
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Plot « Reply #1 on Sept 3, 2008, 7:20pm »
plot.
There is no plot at the moment; for the first week of roleplay, getting acquainted with other members of the site will be the key thing. Just mess around with your characters and the landscape, etc. etc.
(No worries; I actually do have one thought up. But that will come later, just to build suspense. 8D)
There will be an official announcement once Plot 1A is posted.
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