“Dosienne, do you believe in the Outside?”
My twin sister gave her neighbor a small shove, trying to get a bit more breathing space – to no avail, of course. It was so crowded and we were so fat, so motionless, so lifeless. Like oversized spores with nowhere to land. Just here, chained to one another in this dense factory with no windows, no gardens, and no friends. The only world we knew; the only world we’d ever know. But I refused to believe that this was it. That this was the limit.
“The Outside? Of course I do! That’s where all the Barbarians come from, after all,” I said confidently.
“Well, I don’t believe in the Outside, Dosi. I don’t believe a word about it. I think the Barbarians are just pets of the Central Intelligence Organization that broke out of their playpens. No, actually, it’s a conspiracy against us! To strike a few of us down, make examples of us.”
“Oh, hush, sis, or you’ll get us killed!”
“Killed? Killed? I’d rather be sentenced to commit seppuku than make another blasted photocopy of nutritional propaganda to distribute.”
A voice came from a few blocks away. “Hey, shut up over there! We don’t need you blebbing your entrails everywhere, ya hear?”
“Mind your own business!” retorted Gosienne sharply. She had a knack for irritating people. Some said she was just expressing the wrong genes. Me, I think there was something else in her. A spark. A soul. An individual will. That’s why, annoying as she could be and dangerous as she always was, I stuck with her, supported her through all these years.
“We’re just trying to make some conversation here, geez,” I shouted with a groan.
“But listen, Dosi, listen! Don’t you ever wonder why one day we’re at war with the tall and skinny Barbarians, and the next day, the tall and skinny ones are peaceful coexisters and we’re fighting against the Barbarian Sphere-clusters? And then suddenly it’s the Automatons coming by! When will the wars ever stop? Why is everyone out to kill us? It’s a conspiracy, I say!”
“We fight to protect our Motherland,” I said quickly. “That’s all. It’s so warm and beautiful, with bountiful food and tropical weather every day.”
“Yes, every day, the same the same. The Barbarians must think it’s so nice in here, ‘cause it looks pretty from the outside. But I bet if they stayed for more than a year, they’d be sick and tired of it, too!”
“Oh? And give an example of what you don’t have? Food? Shelter? Mail service? Me?”
“Sex. Sunlight. Open seas. The beach! Fresh air. Fresh water! And did I mention sex?”
* to be continued one day *