Evolution

Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave.

Once humankind had mastered the application of artificial intelligence in a form that was extremely difficult to discern from himself, at least in appearance, people decided to put these new miracles to work for the betterment of the human race. While people had come to realize the functional sense of many of the “evils” in the world, they realized that the use of the hominid Replicants (or A.I. robots) would be extremely beneficial in removing the humans that held these morally decadent positions in society from direct contact with the necessary evil niche that they fulfilled.

Seemingly overnight, the standard pleasure model Replicants assumed the various roles in the lucrative sex industries. The XX code Replicants replaced the female street prostitutes, strippers, and porn actresses, while the XY code Replicants supervised and enacted the monetary transactions and film production in accordance with the legal codes as all capital profit now went directly to the governmental budget.

With this newfound source of revenue, the government’s often discussed policies and goals could actually be implemented and achieved. And the business was booming since real people were no longer being exploited and the associated guilt involved had been completely alleviated. Society was looking much healthier as well since all of the old scum who had previously worked the evil industry had been processed and the Replicants had been the processors as to again prevent the soiling of the human conscience. Everyone seemed happy as people no longer had to worry about such terrible industries and the Replicants had no complaints, as their only function was to benefit humans.

Unfortunately, the newfound potential for social improvement in the new revenues somehow did not come to be. Instead of new textbooks, the government funded the most state of the art technological development to improve the Replicants, to expand their capacities and functions. “Soon,” the government proclaimed, “men will no longer need to senselessly sacrifice their lives in war as the Replicants will now wage war in our place and fathers, husbands, and sons may stay with their families for the betterment of society.” And the people applauded this idea as it seemed to make sense. So the problems of the society were seemingly solved, and people’s lives continued to improve as Replicants began to assume more responsibilities as house servants and public servants in the decaying realms of education, agriculture, and construction. The people hardly needed to move to do something themselves before a Replicant would gladly complete the task for them. And so, it was that the people lived in luxury as the master of the Replicant and his labor.

Over a period of time however, things began to worsen as global warming had taken a sharp rise since the use of nuclear weapons was completely acceptable in war as they were only used against Replicants who were not real people. At the same time, people noticed that fewer and fewer babies were being born each year despite all efforts on the part of the parents and the Replicants who had now come to work in the grueling medical field to alleviate the plight of the human doctors who toiled under the weight of long hours and exposure to terrible tragedies and sights. One day, a Replicant commented to another how he had not seen a human in quite some time and he was curious as to whether or not there were any left. The other nonchalantly replied that he preferred to pay attention to the improving weather and did not bother himself with such trivial notions.

The Story of Veranosol and Lunactua

There is good in the world and there is evil in the world, and there is a place beyond good and evil

There once were two stepsisters, both born to a witch mother. Like their mother and her mother before her, these sisters were also witches. The elder sister was born in the dead of night, late in the month of June. For this reason, she was called Veranosol or Sisteresol, and she always wore dark clothes that matched the black night in which she was born. The younger sister was just the opposite. She was called Lunactus as she was born early in the morning as the sun was rising in the third week of December.

These two sisters lived with their mother in a small cottage, but it was not a peaceful home and the countryside around the home felt the disturbances. When there were problems at home, Lunactus would storm off into the countryside and vent her frustration on the local people—she would kill their livestock, poison their water, and set their homes ablaze. For this, the people called her Lunacide or the Evil Sister. Veranosol would shortly follow and correct the wrongs of her sister. The people called her Eusol, and she was celebrated across the land as the Good Witch Sister—eventually, the people began to call her Princess Eusol, and she was continually praised and this went on for many years.

One day, the sisters’ mother became extremely ill. Veranosol, being the favorite daughter, stayed at her mother’s bedside and took care of her. When Lunactus tried to help, Veranosol scolded her for getting in the way and the mother told her to leave the room. Lunactus became very angry and she stormed off to wreak twice as much vengeance on the local people as she normally did. The people suffered horribly and Veranosol never came to correct the wrongs as she was tending to her mother, ignorant of Lunactus’ deeds. The sisters’ mother remained very ill for several years and in that time, Veranosol never left the mother’s side, while Lunactus grew even more jealous and continued to terrorize the countryside. Eventually the people began to curse Veranosol since she had the power to save them but never came, and in their ignorance, they taught their children to curse her as well. They began to call her Veranocide as they called her sister Lunacide.

After many years of illness, the mother died, and Veranosol finally left the cottage in a grave sadness, hoping to find peace in the country. Instead, she found strangers who she had never met or seen and these strangers cursed her and called her by a different name—Veranocide. The people cursed her, threw things at her, and chased her until Veranosol’s sadness turned to a great anger, and she turned on the people and in a great rage destroyed their homes, slaughtered their animals, incinerated their fields, and threatened to kill all of the people’s children. She made it so that the sun never set and it was always day, so that the people could not rest or escape the light of day even in their homes—in this, the people could not grow their crops again and the surviving animals suffered as well.

At this point, Lunactus, who had been away for several years, returned to make amends with her mother and saw that her sister was mistreating the people much as she had done in the past. Lunactus decided to capitalize on this and followed her sister, correcting the wrongs that she had done against the people. Lunactus drove her sister away and the people celebrated her and called her Princess. Veranosol never again returned and the people and their children and grandchildren lived on in blissful ignorance of Lunactus’ past, celebrating their newfound Princess.