Politics
Cold Beer and Hot Politics. Chapter 8.
John was startled awake before dawn by the jangling bedside telephone. Blearily lifting the receiver, he encountered only the cackling voice of his downstairs neighbour, Madame Scheherazade. Between gasping laughs she demanded, "Have you seen today's Mirror, John dearie?" Before he could respond, she rang off, leaving him puzzled by her sudden interest in tabloid sensationalism.
By Tanya Doolin2 years ago in Chapters
Echoes of Rebellion
In the faintly lit hallways of what was once a clamoring city, individuals of Locale 12 walked tediously through their day to day schedules. The air was weighty with mistreatment, and the reverberations of a once-lively society seemed like ancient remnants of the past. Under the full concentrations eyes of the system's authorities, each step, each word was observed. Contradict was quickly quieted, and trust was an extravagance few thought for even a second to enjoy.
By Md. Omar Faruk Siddique2 years ago in Chapters
Cold Beer and Hot Politics. Chapter 7.
As London's sullen skies unleashed spring's first rain, so too descended resignation upon John's sagging shoulders. His solitary crusade to resurrect radical dissent had stalled, impotent pamphlets reduced to street litter rather than kindling for revolution. No swelling crowds issued outraged choruses for economic justice or political accountability. Anaesthetised by distractions and indulgences, the proletariat slumbered on, impervious to John's strident wake-up calls.
By Tanya Doolin2 years ago in Chapters
Cold Beer and Hot Politics. Chapter 6.
The weeks following John's passionate speech at Speaker's Corner crept by in agonising inertia. No righteous comrades emerged to join his crusade, no groundswell of dissent stirred even a tremor of outrage. His provocations were met largely by public apathy or dismissal, save the occasional phone call from an old university friend expressing concern over John's tilt at windmills.
By Tanya Doolin2 years ago in Chapters
Short Reads
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By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Chapters
I, Willhelm
It had been five years since the RBH incident, and most of the original robots that had been gifted to various parliamentary figures were just shy of their 7th year. While their exterior was often upgraded to appear more fashionable, their interior mechanics and memory remained the same. It was around this time that an MP with the pretentious name of Julian Modestus Remson experienced an incident with his robot.
By Klaire de Lys2 years ago in Chapters









