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Introduction: The New World Order won’t be televised.
The bad news just kept coming, at least until the news was taken over by the system and the citizens. The citizens named the movement The New World Order.
The internet was closed and countries merged as the banks, land and all personal wealth was taken and used for the good of the citizens. The stock market crashed decades ago. The population and workforce strictly controlled by implants and robot troops.
The implants were to be the answer to crime, to monitor health, to help the citizens find the troublemakers and to help the poor. Everyone was positively encouraged to get one and before we knew it we were tagged and bagged.
When citizens tried to remove them they found out it was impossible. Removing them triggered an alarm that gave their location while delivering a drug into the bloodstream. The New World Order would show up immediately with robot troops to round up and catalog that person as DEAD. They would be transferred to the camps to work for the rest of their lives.
At first, people had spontaneous demonstrations in the streets worldwide. They fought back but soon every last person had an implant and rules to follow. There was no way they could win with so many obstacles in this new world. It was much better to be a true citizen, pass the scans and take what you could get.
“Comply with the New World Order and the system renews itself,” was the rallying cry of the citizens and the movement. Loudspeakers around population areas would repeat this and other rules during daylight hours to remind us the rules weren’t to be broken.
Today everything was strictly regulated and controlled. Robot workers and the camps did everything so no one had to work. Supplies were metered out to citizens equally. Citizens were allowed to trade what they had for something they needed but nothing was for sale. Because of population control and living longer the majority of citizens were medically 40 or over. Everything was recycled, made by robots or in the camps. No one had seen or used money in years.
Only citizens have unlimited air, privacy, freedom within reason, medical care, occasional sex, and nourishment. Only true citizens thrive under the New World Order.
The DEAD are put in segregated work camps where they are given enough filtered reused air and limited nourishment to do the work monitored by their implants. They live in large apartment cells with strangers guarded by robots. No windows, no privacy, no personal belongings, no socializing, just a life of servitude and slavery. No one escapes.
They have freedom. The freedom to live and work for the benefit of the citizens of the New World Order until they die. Once sent to a camp they are considered DEAD because they’re never seen or heard of again.
DEAD is a term for any citizen that doesn’t comply. If you break the rules your implant will glow red as an undesirable meaning you are marked DEAD. Once marked DEAD you lose all citizenship. You are assigned to a work camp to work for the betterment of the citizen’s who do comply. Non-negotiable.
“Comply with the New World Order and the system renews itself,” the loudspeakers cheerfully sing repeating the rules all day long so citizens don’t forget.
“Turn in any citizens under 40 they may not be legal! Sex with another citizen unless sterilized or without the proper paperwork is banned due to population control. Everyone must be sterilized-there are no exceptions as space is limited. You will comply.”
The New World Order has a leader. He just happened to have the top international robotics company when things started to fail. He was the richest man in the world and when everything changed he managed to stay on top. He had friends in the right places that gave him his power base and with his robot troops he wields that power with ruthless authority. His friends that helped him along the way are taken care of but no one can stop him now.
As the populace dies off to make room for the true citizens he makes the rules to ensure the citizen’s safety and welfare. Because of him, the citizens have all the nutritious food, goods and fresh air the work camps can manufacture. Because of him, we live a long life and the system renews itself.
“Personal digital devices and the internet are illegal you will comply. Any citizens hoarding space, food, air, medical supplies, or non-citizens is a DEAD offense you will comply. Voicing free opinion is against the rules you will comply. Demonstrations and large crowds in free spaces will not be tolerated. When asked to be scanned you will comply. Comply with the New World Order and the system renews itself,” the loudspeakers cheerfully sing.
The true citizens believe our fearless leader always makes the right decisions and without him and his wisdom, we would all perish. Without him and his robot troops, the overcrowded world would be complete chaos. Without the New World Order, mankind would be overpopulated and extinct. Life would not be worth living!
I am a typical citizen of the New World Order, my age frozen at 60 years old (although I am much older in real years) I follow the rules and would turn in my own mother if need be. I have it pretty well off as I don’t question anything. I got my implant as soon as they came out and don’t rock the boat so when I ran into a large demonstration on this day I was shocked. I reported it right away with my implant as I’m sure other rule-abiding citizens did.
We didn’t see many demonstrations anymore as so many people suffered when the DEAD were taken away from loved ones in the past. There wasn’t a rule against watching so I pressed against the nearest wall to observe.
The robots, who were always around doing things quickly assembled around the protestors. The group demonstrating was well known for mass suicides in the past bringing attention to the sad fight for freedom from the New World Order. Many of them looked younger and scared.
“Citizens remain where you are there is nothing to be afraid of,” the robots chanted as one as they stood firm under the polluted sky releasing a sleeping gas into the crowd.
The lead robot reported in, “The demonstrations will be “over in 5 clicks and the citizen’s implants are activated. They will succumb to the gas in 3 clicks and their implants will take over. We will scan, catalog, and transport to camps.”
In a crowd this big there would be some citizens caught by mistake. Their implants would wake them from the sleeping gas but they would have to comply and pass the scan. Most would not be so lucky.
Before I walked home I was surprised to see my neighbor in line waiting to be scanned. His clothes were disheveled and he looked like he was in shock. I was glued to the spot but aware that I shouldn’t be standing around in the open for so long.
The robots stood reciting commands, “Don’t move until you are ordered to move, one at a time, wait in line, and comply with the scan.” No one fought back now.
My neighbor stepped up to the scanner and extended his arm. I couldn’t bear to see the outcome so I turned my back heading home. It was much better to avoid stress and mind my own business like the good citizen I was.
“Comply with the New World Order and the system renews itself,” the loudspeakers cheerfully sang.
I felt better already!
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
This wasn’t a dream just an idea that grew from the artwork. It is a provocative work of art by Adam Martinakis.
This is a rewrite from 2013 that I morphed into a beyond 2018 story. The New World Order has been talked about before and could never be, or could it?
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