The Grimm Adventures of Truejet Part 2
As the state of emergency in the Southern Fortress steadily gained pace over the many months that followed. The synchronising of minds meant the spread of lobotis within the high, thick walls had become unstoppable. Treuganda was reacting with trueganda to form a "multiganda", a form of hysteria whereby nothing was true anymore. Not even the the fabric of time itself was relevant now that the overlords had denied its existence. And by denying the existence of time, the overlords were able to manipulate the working hours as they pleased so that each worker could work almost simultaneously alongside themselves. The workers time at home relaxing was also denied an existence thus yielding a level of compliant efficiency that was once only dreamt of by the overlords as they slumbered long and peacefully. Such was the success of the "hyperslavery" that the overlords felt an overwhelming desire to rejoice. A feast was planned and much celebration was to be had, they all sat down at the long and generous table to celebrate. The chief overlord then snapped his finger to bring the rest of the overlords out of lobotis for the feast, but when he did all that was revealed was putrid and rotting food. The sight of the ghastly meal that lay before them and the realisation of the "actutruth" allowed a foul stench to escape. The actutruth was the natural enemy of the multiganda because it served no purpose other than to display the truth in its raw form. It allowed the workers to build up a resistance to all that was decreed by the overlords. The chief overlord quickly snapped his fingers and they all fell into a deep, safe and blissful lobotis again. He stood there presiding over the "morolord", the name given to a group of overlords, and held his breath. He was listening to see if there was any audible evidence of the workers outside sniffing the truth. He quickly dispatched dozens of variables and contacted his monosells demanding they extinguish any actutruths. The wait began to see if he had been successful.
Meanwhile outside the southern fortress, the workers went about their daily grind of arriving home from work then instantly reappearing back at work as if by magic. They believed their families existed, but no longer had evidence of this. Some even swore that they did in fact have families, but no, it was only a memory or a dream. Their lives had become "reciprostered" where all they did was work in an endlessly reciprocating work day. They became angry and upset, but were unable to do anything as they were either at work, or at work. There was no time to combat what they jokingly referred to as the "mortroster". Little did they know that this was not so far from the truth as soon enough it would test ones mortality; this was no joke anymore.
Those workers lucky enough to have been downwind of the southern fortress at the time of the feast suddenly stood erect, eyes wide open, senses sharp. They began to sniff the air like wolves. They looked at one another knowingly and without a word, they smiled and slowly produced their communicators. These devices were usually in "aeromode", but those that weren't were able to broadcast an "actutruth" to others. The "actutruths" zoomed out at the actual speed of light and so began a chain reaction that allowed for an exponential increase in the spread of the truth. They renamed the southern fortress the "southern fortrid" after the putrid smell of actutruths. Verbal vaccinations called "varianations" started to take effect thus limiting the ability of the variables. Even the monosells were rendered powerless by the "varianations". The overlords now knew that the workers were crystallising in their resolve and the information once contained in the gems collected by the monosells was worthless. "Gemflation" had occurred making the gems worthless and the monosells a non-commodity. They were now living in "monolation", neither required nor accepted. The gifts once lavished upon the monosells were now nowhere to be seen, especially the impossible ones, which had actually become impossible. The monosells had thoughts of retaliation against the southern fortress, but pride prevented them from doing so and they just went cold. All of a sudden the tiny pockets of resistance that had been dispersed around the company coalesced to form a cloak of actutruths. The putrid smell once tolerated by many was now hated by all and served as a company wide call to arms.
While all this was occurring, Truejet and Oldjet had been meeting to discuss who was going to come off second best. Truejet willingly volunteered and Oldjet was happy. The deal included many reductions to the already reduced deal, with many functions removed altogether. Truejet was becoming a shrinking representation of its dwindling self, but fortunately, it was going to have a full "minicent" to enjoy this. The announcement was announced with much, but widely ignored, fanfare. The workers had hoped to be rid of the southern fortress and the overlords in the coming months. The end was nigh, but not for the overlords this time. Hopes sank.
As part of the deal, a new organisation was introduced to improve the rate of decay. "Boatjet" was awarded a crucial part of the over all operation, as it was a commonly held belief that it could do the job more cheaply, and therefore much better. So Boatjet started its new job with much enthusiasm. Soon they were dashing here and there making it so that the liquid gold that had become so prized by Oldjet was no longer being consumed on some ex-sectors. Buildings were no longer empty and seats no longer being sat upon. A system that once worked and at bargain basement price still did both, but with a lesser degree of success. Hoorah! Was the cry from Oldjet as the money was tumbling out at an all time low. Those who questioned this folly were quickly silenced by those who excel, for they too understood money but with a universal degree of knowledge.
Truejet, having filled its dance card to the brim with too many problems already, embarked on another covert mission. Code named "operation rexall", it sought to relocate certain high value assets to other locations without permission. Those who preferred to remain of value were "freemoted" whereby they were demoted, but at their own expense. The battleground was set and it was going to be a long and bloody battle. The worst was yet to come though.
Having woken up hungry after the feast, the overlords were reminded that the Promise To Workers had become very old and tattered. The time that the overlords had been denying even existed couldn't be kept from affecting the PTW and it was no longer relevant. They had overlooked this fact and now the workers wanted to provide Truejet an opportunity to compete with other companies for their services. Meetings were booked and meetings were had, but this would be a long hard road for Truejet. After the first meeting was over and the workers representatives were safely out of earshot, the overlords began to talk. As they stood on their lofty balconies surveying their now hostile domain and discussing their strategy, their coffee van cups began to shudder, the coffee sloshing and rippling. The fortress shook as a dust storm had begun and no amount of monosells or variables, or gems, or truegandas will dampen the dust this time. It would have to rain and rain and rain until there was no more disparity and the workers were happy once again. The workers families would need to recognise their loved ones once again and they would need to banish terrible thoughts.
Until then, the autodisappearings would continue, if not increase until the liquid gold stopped flowing, the seats remained unused and ex-sectors became the norm.
TO BE CONTINUED......