I was walking to the machine closet enjoying the smell of booze and flowers as they filled my nose. 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.
The talkers 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 after all. Every group is understaffed. Lovers are overworked, this place was losing it’s balance. The Ultimates need to do better.
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! Though some talkers have the ability to read. They communicate for the rest of us and talk. Lovers are those that re-create for us no one but them knows how to do it, that is all they do. Workers build and work in ultimate enforcement. Scribblers write for us they scribe everything, and 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 its own set of laws but there is only one common one. No mixing groups.
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. Besides ultimates.
As I was walking down the last corner I felt eyes on me. Of course, I couldn’t call out or ask. So the safest option was to just go. I was used to others looking at me anyway.
I got to work and was led to today's lab. This one was covered in red and the machinery was in the centre of the room. Was I going to be watched today? The room was bigger than usual. I hoped not though I hate being watched. I feel pressured to think of better things by the spectators. No one even knows what they look like. As they are hidden behind a dark screen.
The scribbler later arrived. But no one else. They must have just gotten a big room then. I decided to ask anyway. There was no talker around so I summoned the closest one to me. The talker stayed with us till the end of the session. I was able to communicate a lot easier with this person now.
Once I was unhooked from the machine I left the red room and made my way back to my home. Though I still felt as if someone was watching me.
So what do you think? I haven’t fully figured everything out yet so tell me if there are any holes in the world or if anything comes off as confusing. This will probably have really irregular updates so sorry in advance if chapters take a long time to come out. But I hope you enjoy Thinkers!
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