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Dark Skies, Clouded Minds 

By Andreas.martonosy 

  



The sky was dark, but the streets below were as lively as ever. Guns being shot and people screaming in agony has become a more usual background noise ever since that damned asteroid. The young man, no more than twenty, turned around to the sleeping bag, where a little boy slept. Looking at his brother, memories of the youth’s past clouded his mind. The day his father left to look for food and never came back, the day his mother was shot in front of his eyes in her damn back by some looter, the dead body of the looter, cut up and profaned, his sister, dead, blood flowing from her head, a gun in her hand. Now the food was at least given out in rations, but looters were everywhere, and the army was focused in the East, to help with the major destruction there. 

All due to the damned colonials, he thought to himself. No one really knows who directed the asteroid towards Earth. The wildest rumours were flying around. Most say it was the Callistans or the Titanians, but his neighbours said that the Ganymedeans did it. It was irrelevant. To the young man, it was all some colonials. The slim, tall, technologized Callistans, the underwater-living, pale Ganymedeans or these nitrogen-breathing Titanians, it didn’t matter. They were all creations destroying their creators. 

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: 36.0pt;line-height:normal">''<span style="font-size:12.5pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:black;mso-fareast-language: DE-AT">Half the neighborhood must be here, waiting for food. ''<span style="font-size:12.5pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";color:black;mso-fareast-language:DE-AT">A huge queue waited before the UN checkpoint, in order to get their food in exchange for stamps and to get new stamps. Stamps were very hard to come by and the food was not very plentiful. Even so, one could get stamps by working. All income has been replaced with food stamps. The UN has tried to supply the city with water for free, but it hasn’t quite worked out. Still, it was better than six months ago. The youth looked to the people before him. A man in his forties, hair greying already, a young girl of 13-16, a mother with her son. All half-starved, all struggling, all tired. The queue extended several hundred meters around the tall, half-abandoned buildings around the checkpoint. The city smelled of shit, piss and slowly rotting garbage. When rained occasionally pissed down, the garbage and mud-filled streets usually have half-rotting streams flowing down. <span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-fareast-language:DE-AT">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: 36.0pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.5pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:black;mso-fareast-language: DE-AT">The government didn’t even have an influence here anymore, and the UN garrison was too small for such a large city. Whatever troops the government sent from the west were effectively UN troops as well, and the UN was too focused on the Eastern Coast, which had been destroyed by tsunamis and ash following the impact of the damned asteroid. The UN was there too, trying to uphold any semblance of order in the east. <span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-fareast-language:DE-AT">

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: 36.0pt;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.5pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:black;mso-fareast-language: DE-AT">A priest could be heard preaching in the background, a crowd around him. Priests of different religions preach around the UN checkpoint at times, hoping to attract crowds of people to convert. Some people just need a purpose after this, the man thought. People like my brother and I. “The colonials, they were trying to exterminate us, their rightful masters. We are their masters for they were created by man, and man was created by God. God has created us to his likeness, gave us a world to live and made us prosper. We were grateful and never tried to usurp his authority. We have created them to our likeness, gave them a world, each for every species, and they rebelled. We are their masters, and God judges them!” The crowd around him cheered. <span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.5pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:DE-AT">“'''Their pact with Satan is what brought the asteroid upon us. But we will smite them, as God’s chosen, as God’s hammer, as God’s firstborn CHILDREN!'''”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: 36.0pt;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.5pt;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:DE-AT">The priest went on and on with his priest, and was the only source of interest in the otherwise boring surroundings. It clouded his mind for a while with thoughts about helping the organization. By the time he had gotten the new food and the new food stamps for his brother and him, the sky had already darkened. Time to go home, he thought, but before he went, he gave one of the stamps to the preaching priest. He had dark hair and dark eyes, and a shaggy beard was sported by him. The priest had thanked him and blessed him, for he had helped the cause for humanity’s survival and dominance. The youth was glad he did.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: 36.0pt;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.5pt;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:DE-AT">The man stood with his brother before the tall, grey apartment building which had once been a boarding school. At half past five in the afternoon, the sky was already dark. It always got darker earlier after the asteroid. After some time, he had decided to enroll himself and his brother in this new Christian order, for they needed food and protection. It is for my brother, he had tried to convince himself. But the youth knew he had grown to believe the preaches of the ex-monks. They were trying to make Earth great again and expand the wealth against the colonials.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: 36.0pt;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.5pt;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:DE-AT">After the unpacking, they were led downstairs to a buffet. It had whatever canned food one could get, plus some eggs, which the youth believed were self-grown. He had sat himself with his brother at a table, where apparently all the other order new recruits were seated. A red-haired young man, a man and his daughter, a strew teenager, who looked like he lived through the worst parts of the city. They ate, sharing the occasional story. The teenager had lived in the suburbia of the city. Must’ve been hell, the youth thought. ''It will get better for him now, at the least, for sure. '' The redhead had been living in the apartment districts, which were semi-controlled. The middle-aged man mostly embraced his daughter, who constantly asked for her mother.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: 36.0pt;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.5pt;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:DE-AT">At a point, an elderly man appeared. His hair was still golden, but the hairline retreating. His jaw was by all appearance a strong tool, which gave him the look of an angry man. But his eyes were the most haunting emerald green. He had a look on him, which seemed to be the one of a soldier, perhaps even a commander in the UNAPA. He introduced himself as the Headmaster of the order. He talked about the daily chores and repentance hours. Then he talked about the induction into the priestly order. The speech clouded his mind, as he drifted off from reality into the world of his thoughts.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: 36.0pt;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.5pt;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:DE-AT">The pain burned so hard, the youth could barely think. Every night, twice, a confessor came and whipped the inhabitants of the order building, to strike the sins out of the bodies. Another whip slash. And another. And another. The pain never seemed to never end. ''Must… resist… must … for him. For Him. ''

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: 36.0pt;line-height:normal">''<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.5pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US; mso-fareast-language:DE-AT">Must… resist … for my brother … for him … for him … for Him … for Him. ''<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.5pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:DE-AT">Then the youth’s mind went blank and he snapped.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: 36.0pt;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.5pt;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:DE-AT">The youth looked around the crowd he had assembled, near the UN checkpoint. Many people around him cheered and praised each and any word he preached. He had become one of the main warrior-monks of the order, as the order members were called. After he had been enlightened on that highly-praised night, he had been trained personally by the other warrior-monks how to wield weapons, how to fight hand-to-hand. He had been taught the way of speech. The religious zeal the order had preached had increased, and many began to adhere to their beliefs.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-indent: 36.0pt;line-height:normal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.5pt;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";color:black; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:DE-AT">His thoughts turned to his siblings. ''They were weak. They were cowardly and couldn’t see the grace God has given us. He let us survive the devilish pact of the colonial scum. ''His brother had hanged himself shortly after the youth’s epiphany. ''Weak, he was weak. ''Deep inside, he knew his parents would be proud. ''Proud of me, proud of what I am contributing to, proud that I am not weak like my brother and sister. ''Thoughts of his family clouded the youth’s mind as he preached.

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