I was walking to the machine closet enjoying the smell of booze and flowers as it fills my nose while walking down the street. I felt the gravel under my feet move as I walked. I was enjoying looking at the bleak buildings that towered over me until I heard…
“Stop and overthrow them! They are controlling you, don’t you see!?” Talkers were going around saying. It seemed like the thinkers were spreading things again, they needed to be stopped.
They were arrested by workers before the protest got too bad. I Didn’t want them to poison the children’s minds again. More children couldn’t be wasted. We were losing too many people. Every group is understaffed. Lovers are overworked, this place was losing it’s balance. The Ultimates need to do better.
I am a thinker. I have no voice I only think. My purpose is to be hooked up to the machines and for my thoughts to be recorded and taken out or for them to transmit thoughts to the others. I’m quite famous for my thoughts, every group looks up to me.
You don’t know what the groups are do you? How did you expect to join if you didn’t know them? Let me explain them to you then. Each group has a different mark. They are on our necks showing where we belong it makes it easy to tell others if we don’t have a voice. Talkers are those with voices, that is all they do! they communicate for the rest of us and talk. Lovers are those that create for us no one but them know how to do it, that is all they do. Workers build and work in ultimate enforcement. Scribblers write for us they scribe everything, thinkers work closely with them. Then there are the Ultimates they are the rulers no one knows who they are. Or what they look like. Each group has it’s own set of laws but there is only one common one. No mixing groups.
I continued on my way to the machine closet ignoring those from earlier. The machine closet is on the edge of the city, close to the end. It’s quite nice to look at the end. Just darkness, it was comforting. Once I was around 2 minutes away I heard a whisper.
“Hey...you.” It came from a man.
I looked at him and pointed at myself.
“Yes you…are you a talker?”
I shook my head and showed him my neck.
“Oh a thinker…I see come with me.”
I couldn’t see his face before, as he was in the shadows but he grabbed my arm and pulled me I saw his hair. It was gold but not the normal gold... It was…pretty. No, he was a talker…Elise you can’t think things like that get yourself together.
He took me to the end. Was he going to throw me in? But he didn’t. He took my hand and put it too the end. It disappeared what was happening? Though I saw his cloak move and I saw a lovers mark. But…he had a voice? How was this possible?
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