anagnorisis

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


She sat on the high bluff clutching the green “security blanket” she had loved as a child, which would, within minutes serve as her shroud, staring out across the verdant valley she had known and loved her entire life; green fields of girlish joy, childish laughter, and heedless freedom, now as muted, still, and desolate as a distant graveyard.

That it had come to this, and so swiftly.  An inevitability, she knew; her fate preordained.  There was no avoidance.  The state had spoken.  She would be silenced.  Best to be here, alone, high above her ancestral home, with her birthplace her last mental image before cessation.

She had always been a loner, a nonconformist, a rebel “Free Thinker.”  A few centuries before, it would have been a burning at the stake.  Now, nothing so blatant and brutal. 

The censure had been transmitted perhaps ten minutes ago, a message flashed into her consciousness that she had transgressed the Dictum, dared to defy the decree prohibiting Free Thought, her mind’s words having been monitored, accrued, analyzed, assessed, and found unacceptable. 

She cursed the day they had constructed the first tower, a communications blessing, technology’s gift to democratic free “gab” to aid the ever-expanding plethora of cell phones, unaware of their ulterior purpose.  Data retrieval, first.  Then, “psychotronic neuromodulation” followed by “synthetic telepathy,” and finally, remote reading of one’s thoughts.  What had begun as “threat-assessment profiling” had degenerated into unprecedented tyranny.  An apostate, she was to be “wiped.”  She did not weep.

Ever “merciful,” the State would permit her a final 300 words - just enough for perhaps a prayer, a few last thoughts, a silent message to her loved ones that the Regents would kindly convey as her last and lasting legacy.

She smiled.  Descartes. “Cogito ergo sum.” Alas, no more.


Submitted: June 10, 2021

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AdamCarlton

Nicely constructed and paced. Holds the attention. I especially like the sense of wistfulness.

Thu, June 10th, 2021 3:54pm

AdamCarlton

Oh, and great title, too!

Thu, June 10th, 2021 3:56pm

LE. Berry

Captivating piece WillRuha.

Thu, June 10th, 2021 5:42pm

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