The Initiative part 2
When the documents arrive, it's not like a mailman comes and knocks on your window to make sure you home and to check up on you. The personality is all gone when you take away the uniform and grind down the old man's face to sheet metal. It just comes then puts whatever it is carrying that day into it's designated location and off it goes. Watching all of this happen, while remembering living when being a mailman was an actual profession doesn't sit right. All small-end communications has been thrown through the window for the slightest convenience.
That bonding that you share with a total stranger through honest small talk inevitably knowing you'll never meet again. Time never stops but, in all our interests we as a nation want to get the most out of each and every second. Their is no more savoring or enjoying. But we love to relax. Most people must just do something because supposedly it feels right even though they, personally, are not interested in what they are partaking in. An identity hardly exists anymore. People rather have their doors shut than opened up to the public. It would be thoughtless to keep your defenses down. No one wants to get into arguments anymore, we have strong opinions but, to argue over it would be hasty. Sometimes, all i ask for, i want someone to stir up the melting pot. First you need assimilation before you can have silence.
After the mailot dropped off his packages, i courteously reached into the drop box to obtain my three freshly printed articles. I was excited. But i was afraid of what might lie ahead. Not only can swords crush their foes but to kill quietly, you must use words. Words to form an idea. Then a simple spark, the idea, can be tossed around like sweaters gathering more and more information to evolve into a Theory. Theories get tested vigorously while everyone involved weighs out the options, the knowledge and the intellect gained by such a stretch. And if proven, that is when the smallest of ideas that you might of had laying in bed while watching your ceiling fan go round and round could finally turn into a Fact. Something that can never be taken away. It can be hidden, pushed aside, made sure no one with the wrong clearance can see, Confidential. But a fact is never false. It never lies to you, doesn't lead you into the wrong direction wasting so many years wondering why when you wished you weren't even asking yourself questions in the first place. And now i have the decisions to either resolve my answers or leave me even more clueless. Perplexed under a complex reich. The best any of us could ever do, including myself is to fight. I need some sort of neuron blockade, so if some line, some statistic, destroys my psyche and rips my emotions in half and leaves me, that event could never occur. I could just read the statistic then say to myself "Wow that is awful." Then jot down some thoughtful note piecing it together with some other arbitrary statistic. I some how need that.
Realizing my last request was somewhat drastic and absurd I managed to move on. To deal with the pain mentally is to overcome the pain physically.Ripping open the cardboard package with as much anticipation as if it was Christmas morning. With all the pressure built up and my un-even tearing continued, the articles leap from the torn cardboard with enough velocity to knock down a wall. I leap to my feet and quickly re-organize the periodicals into order of acquaintance. That being done, i try to decide which one i will read first. Scanning my options, "The Statistics and the Occulum" seemed like a bold choice to start off my introduction to the Occulum. It was layered with garble and defining words. A terrible beginning book so i move onto the next one. "What the Occulum could do for all of us" seemed like an optimistic foresight. A great ending to the series of articles. It will help me weigh the judgment from the other two with un-bias parallelism. The good nature to the book will keep my neutrality to the subject at a balanced level. I decided i will start with "What in the hell is an Occulum?", short journalistic ponderings made by Francis Louis who, by reading the sidebar has recently passed away. This will help me understand my subject, let me get to know its capabilities and finally answer my question on why it was made. Finally, it is time to sit down and take out the journal.
After opening up the first few pages, i come to understand that the Occulum was made for auto-synchronization. To keep the world (first testing began in America) in the same loop so no one was left out and for everyone to receive the same information given by the same source. Also the Occulum has a few applications in the beginning phases. First it starts with the updates. Every night, after you go to sleep it senses the alleviation of tension from your eyelids and scans for updates which are worked on daily. Some fix some technical difficulties others send you new applications. Nothing is controlled physically by the users but un-consciously decided by constantly through neurological brain reasoning by the "participant." But the automated system, known as the Occolate, can override an un-just judgment if such enhancement would particularly benefit such "participant." Basically, the owners of the Occulum which is the Sovernment viably controls the epicenter of any human that actively and freely receives an Occulum. They begin to be the puppet-master to our brains if we let them. So far, the Occulum is on a trial basis and no one is mandatorily drafted to commit to it.
The second chapter revolves all around the technology and the procedure to receive one. All anyone has to do is provide their international social security card and introduce themselves. Next comes the surgery. The Occulum is only made up of very light metals (the article does not go into great detail since most of the information is confidential) and fits around the left eye and proceeds along the head and wraps around the ear. It is inserted into the eye and does not cause discomfort or strains. It enhances your eye to see what other "antique" eyes could see. Since any technology needs a basis to exist and profit, there has been one downside. Advertisements. 3-D advertisements that scan your hobbies, likes and anything that causes your dopamine levels to hit a standard guideline, known as the "pleasure levels."
It is all quite scary. Technology can print you a book, bring you a book, read you a book and then technology can do this. Its all a give or take situation, They can give you something, on-stage it looks awesome. Gives you improved functionality, make life easier and tasks simpler. But in the end, everything takes. They make money off of you, read your thoughts, construct ideas and deliver them to you without a notice. Then after you have such piece of technology, you become depressed. You look into it, realize it is not what it is all cracked up to be. You paid X amount of money or time and Y, which is always greater than X, was hidden from you. Defeatism sets in and your stuck with a vampire-ish electronics device that keeps you awake at night, thinking of what your life could/would of been without it. When did technology become such a stepping stone in our existence where an instrument can leave us with such emotional distraught? Life is just one big movie. Expensive sets, clothing designs, famous people. Everything you like to hear about an watch and finally it's your big moment. You are all giddity, nervous and fragile waiting for those few seconds of personal worth. And all we are...are the god damn stand in actors.
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