Klo, the Sun Dancer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young man raised to be the story teller of his people inadvertently becomes the spark of a world wide revolt against tyranny.

Submitted: December 30, 2013

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A slow step to the side.  Relaxed breath left his lips.  His feet grounded he shifted effortlessly to pivot his upper body directly over his hips.  The Enforcement Officer’s joint servos all whine at the sudden change in direction from this move.  A hand firmly placed under the robots exposed torso forces up then back while the other hand works in concert to pull down and around on the gun-cold metal of its upper forearm.  The movement was over before it was complete.  It had been practiced a thousand times in his Uncle’s basement.  Klo had danced this movement while telling the story of the fight between Eagle and Bear.  How Eagle swept under Bear's arms to change Bear's attack into a roll down a steep cliff. 

All to stop the EO from grabbing a young girl’s arm too hard.  The girl had screamed at the pain.  Klo didn’t think, he merely moved towards the EO to stop the girl from screaming. 

Looking down on the crumpled heap of metal as it twisted to right itself from a comical pile Klo realized what he had just done.  Not the physical act.  The statutory.  He was now a felon.  The simple act of beating this one EO meant that every other EO was now aware of two things.  Who Klo was and exactly how to defend against that exact move forever.  No one would ever be able to use that technique against the EOs and the only reason that it had worked was because no one had ever tried.  The EOs all learned simultaneously through cloud intelligence.  Klo was now marked for capture by the entire EO Force. 

So he ran.

Klo couldn’t have known that someone behind him had been filming their son’s first steps in the same park.  There was no way for him to ever comprehend how much this little act of defiance was going to change the city’s perception of the control the EO’s gave to the Startlight Corporation’s Shareholders.  The city belonged to them as a financial tool.  Every citizen a cog in their global machine.  All greased by the oppressive perception of the EOs.  They were faster than any human.  Stronger.  Weapons were outlawed generations ago.  Movement was restricted to districts.  Knowledge of defense and war was wiped from the Collective Web. 

This is why his Uncle had told him that it was so important for him to be a Sun Dancer.  A story teller for his people.  He was to memorize every story from his people’s history.  Never write them down.  Never speak them in the presence of machines.  Only in basements under candle light was he able to strip off his robes to reveal the elaborate stories tattooed across his body.  And to show the dances of his people. 

One story that had always held a special place in Klo’s heart was that of the little fox who worked for the ants.  Fox had been raised by a hill of ants and at night they would crawl into his ear to demand that he bring the ants food and water.  If Fox tried to disobey the ants would bite his ear making him howl.  The other Foxes all thought that he was mad since they could not see the ants in his ears.  Then one day an Elder Fox saw him leave food in front of the ant hill.  The Elder told Little Fox to come over and show him his ears.  Little Fox did so and the Elder licked his ear with a wet slap sucking up the bothersome ants and relieving Little Fox of their biting.  At once Little Fox thanked the Elder then ran to the ant hill to lick every ant in sight.  From that day forward Little Fox licked the ears of his friends to make sure that they never suffered the way that he had.

It was many years before Klo realized that his Uncle’s name meant Little Fox In their native tongue.

So it was that as Klo ran from the inevitable.He never knew that the video of his confrontation with the EOBot was instantly uploaded and shared around the world.  No one could remember anyone ever beating an EO in a fight.  No one thought it was possible.  Not even Klo. 

So the spark had begun.  Klo’s eventual capture that evening and execution was all that was needed to show the world what they had forgotten.  That the machines that had kept them in lines and that had kept them in fear all of their lives were not immortal.  They could be defeated.  They already had been.  By Klo, the Sun Dancer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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