It was around 11 years into the great experiment when the mscan2 chips began to malfunction. We had created a paradise unrivaled in humanoid history, where everybody owned at least 2 warthogs, and there wasnt a single mature tree without a scarf. I hardly remembered what human flesh tasted like. And mandatory vitamin injections were still free.
Hacking had nearly been forgotten about, as computers were deemed unnecessary around '38. after we uploaded our brain renderings into the facecloud, president zuckerburg posted a royal decree outlining our new responsibilities:
one must dig for at least 2 hours each day.
one must choose one arm to rest on each sunday.
knitting re-education camps now must have <95% participation (under 14 years old) in each precinct, as tallied each lunar.
one must produce 3 tree scarves per day, without using the outlawed double overhand knot.
triple overhand knot still most desirable, but not mandatory.
minimum vitamin consumption was raised by 48%, and again by 48% each sol rotation.
All nutrient harvesters must pass state inspection once per month to insure optimum grinding capabilities.
scan visors were outlawed, then made mandatory (over 14 years old) but still optional for 10-13 year olds.
it was hard at first, but we all agreed life was so much easier without any humans who were less than 10 years old. i mean, we HAD to agree, but most did so willingly.
the malfunctions were inconsequential at first. a couple double overhand knots here and there but nothing too damaging. then came the 2nd malfunction.
soon, nearly all humanoids started to question the leader. it was a sickness, that needed to be cured by any means necessary. fortunately, the mass delusion was snuffed out much easier than anticipated.
after the war of 3 lunars, my index finger collection was the envy of the precinct. i wonder who has mine.
Meyers Calling …………
