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Head Patriarch Stonn looks around at thecity and regret fills his thoguhts. He only wanted to make people happy, he never intended for this. The computer he invented was making people happy but was that a good thing? Looking down at the city he seescars popping out of nowhere and people getting out as the cars appear. He sees golden and platinum towers filled with people entertaining themselves. He sees an abandones park nestled away while buildings tower high above it. Unused it is covered in litter and graffiti. Nowaday children's playstructures build themselves in the child's room. Most people are fat and hundreds of thousands die each day from heart disease. They are miserable little people who waste their lives away on entertainment. My technology was never supposed to do this. It was supposed to help people, not make them like this. This appears to be a utopia but in reality- What have I done! It would be better for everyone if I died right now. My life is meaningless and so is theirs thanks to me. I have no reason to live. After weeping for a bit High Patriarch Stonn moves towards the window, thinking to fling himself out of it..
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"Hail the great gods!" shouts the High Priest "Hail the creators of all!"
"Hail the creators of all!" the croud shouts back.
"Let us thank them for this earth." says the High Priest "Let us thankthem for all they have done for us. It is the least we can do to provide sacrifices and hold feasts in their honor! Bring out the sacrifice"
The croud cheers, dances, and chants merrily as a sacrifice is lead to the altar. Stonn, now with white hair and wrinkles, lies on the altar waiting for death.
"This day," shouts the High Priest "we sacrifice a man who helped the gods establish their Golden City and lter led the Evil Ones against the city! He shall now be executed!"
With this the crowd descends into souting and whooping while throwing stones at Stonn. Little children sing as they throw rocks. After a few minutes of this the High Priest sstops them. Looking down at Stonn he raises the ceremonial knife. With several cuts, many bruises, a black eye, a broken arm, a broken finger, and a sizable hole in his stomach, Stonn waits for death. Terror fills Stonn. Why did I do it? Why did I have to do it? Finally the preist raises the knife and brings it down into Stonn's heart. He feels pain, everything starts to go dull and his eyesight becomes blurry. Another rush of pain splatters red across his vision as the curved knife rips out of his flesh. He can hear his heartbeat as he dies.
bum...bum...........bumbum......bumba...bumbumbum...........babum....bubum..........bum....................bum..................bum............................................babu-
The High Priest lights the body on fire as the crowd begins the festival.
"Hail the creators of all!" the croud shouts back.
"Let us thank them for this earth." says the High Priest "Let us thankthem for all they have done for us. It is the least we can do to provide sacrifices and hold feasts in their honor! Bring out the sacrifice"
The croud cheers, dances, and chants merrily as a sacrifice is lead to the altar. Stonn, now with white hair and wrinkles, lies on the altar waiting for death.
"This day," shouts the High Priest "we sacrifice a man who helped the gods establish their Golden City and lter led the Evil Ones against the city! He shall now be executed!"
With this the crowd descends into souting and whooping while throwing stones at Stonn. Little children sing as they throw rocks. After a few minutes of this the High Priest sstops them. Looking down at Stonn he raises the ceremonial knife. With several cuts, many bruises, a black eye, a broken arm, a broken finger, and a sizable hole in his stomach, Stonn waits for death. Terror fills Stonn. Why did I do it? Why did I have to do it? Finally the preist raises the knife and brings it down into Stonn's heart. He feels pain, everything starts to go dull and his eyesight becomes blurry. Another rush of pain splatters red across his vision as the curved knife rips out of his flesh. He can hear his heartbeat as he dies.
bum...bum...........bumbum......bumba...bumbumbum...........babum....bubum..........bum....................bum..................bum............................................babu-
The High Priest lights the body on fire as the crowd begins the festival.
MT
Looking through the museum Bill thinks about how wonderful things must have been back when The Golden City existed. Back when all you had to do was whatever you wanted to do. Looking down at his watch Bill scurries off. Calling a taxi he thinks about how in The Golden City a car would appear at the press of a button. Or how in Ancient Times his job would be more interesting and how he wouldn't receive less food for being a minute or two late. How everything was o much better a long time ago. If only thoe times were today. If only things weren't the way they were. If only Stonn hadn't tried to overthrow The Golden City everything would be much better. Maybe I would have been in his band of outlaws during the Ancient Times. Later executed but it would have been better than this life. Anything would be better than this life.