Konstantin Krylov. The beautiful beyond. Part 1
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01 November 2067. Euro-region E18 "Bug river", Thunberg-city (previously Lublin). Building 11 in street number 404, coworking space 1771/46 "Wild strawberry meadows", capsule 64.
The freezing cold woke me up, as usual. The capsule's heating turns off at 3 in the morning, but I use a trick: I keep a foam insulation board under the mattress. Where did I get that board? Yeah, like I am going to tell you that... Let's say I know a certain dumpster heap for junk thrown away by construction robots. The CC cameras have low priority at those places because abusers almost never go there. So that's where I get my stuff. My own trick! They say, our generation is harebrained. Nope, our brains work just fine. In any case better than those 30+ old creeps.
Too bad that soon it is time to move places: SIRI does not like when an abuser stays long at the same place. It's already three months that I'm at E18! Frankly, I like it here. But that could create a comfort zone or even a local patriotic feeling. That's one step away from patriarchy! Most likely, I'll be transferred in a week or two, maybe someplace around E30 in North Africa. This is correct and just: comfort zones make you apathetic, unwilling to change. Also... it's warm in E30.
I turn the lights on. The old diode blinks weakly. Oh yes, this week our coworking space has donated all our saved energy to the new TC. What posers! Is it not clear that our couple of kilowatts is a drop in an ocean. Tolerance Centers need a lot more energy than that, and they use nuclear power. I don't understand why this is not being said out loud. Everyone knows that the green energy is not enough for TCs. And that's correct: there can be no budget cuts for ideology. Or else, it's just one step to patriarchy.
A ring in my ear! SIRI says I got three points for correct thoughts.
A warm and fuzzy feeling spreads in my chest. Am I glad that I spent 720 points to rent the latest-model monitoring bracelet! True, sometimes I lose points for wrong feelings. But more often than not, I receive points. Like I did just now. The old, state-supplied bracelet would have given me nothing, it picks up only very strong feelings and usually the negative, bad ones. And now I got three points just like that! Not much, but every penny counts.
I am crawling out of the capsule, feet first, taking very much care not to touch the walls.
Everything looks as usual. Three rows of capsules on one side, a wall of glass on the other. We are on the 130th floor of the Acceptance Tower. The window shows the giant twin towers named "Love" and "Responsibility", and then a huge golden pyramid of a new Tolerance Center being built. It replaces the small TC we had until just a year ago. Too bad I will have to move away before the new TC is complete. But I already visited the new Holocaust Shrine there. A glorious sight, cuts you to the heart. They say it's because of the infrasound generators that make you feel the horror of the patriarchy. This is a very good decision. There is no other way to reproduce an existential experience of that sort.
Such weird thoughts. I actually have things to do!
The floor is cold in the corridor; there are no slippers to be found. This is also just: who got up first, gets the slippers. Irresponsibly, I got up last and deserve the corresponding punishment.
I run on tiptoes and get to the co-cloakroom. As I expected, only a few overalls are left, besides a pile of socks and some leggings. All the nice clothing is already taken. There are still some things left that would cost points. But this does not bother me: I've got some clothing privileges because I'm currently going through gender therapy.
Oh by the way, time for a check-up. My feet in eco-wrappers (they are so dry already), I am on my way to the toilet.
The toilet... it stinks. Last week, they again decreased the ecological water limit for flushing. Well, that's right, we should not spend too much precious water on flushing our excrement. If you want to have a good dump and flush it off, why not go to an unlimited toilet in a TC. This is a very good idea, by the way. One should not economize on ideology expenses. That kind of thing would lead directly back to patriarchy.
I finish my business in the toilet and then take a look at certain body parts. It seems the gender therapy is going even better than I have hoped. No more morning erections, everything hangs as floppy as cloth. And I ace the porno tests, - none of the toxic masculinity left! It was a great decision to choose the chemo gender therapy option over the standard castration. Of course, a surgical operation is a guarantee: they just cut everything off and that's it, you are totally safe for the Womyn. But you will still get those toxic desires! And the chemo pills kill the libido itself. You can't do anything nasty because you just can't even think of it. No fear of looking at a Womyn in a wrong way or any other stuff like that.
Why did I agree to gender therapy? True, I will miss some of those dirty pleasures. But I want to achieve something in my life, I want a good career. A serious job implies communicating with Womyn, and no Womyn would work together with an unsafe abuser. Yes, back in the forties and fifties you could just go around in a chastity belt. But today we have much higher safety standards. A civilized society cannot tolerate an abuser whose harmfulness has not been neutralized. And this is correct and just: Womyn must live in a totally safe and friendly world. Anything less than that, and we risk going back to patriarchy.
I swallow the pills on camera and walk to the co-cloakroom to get my clothes.
01 November 2067. Euro-region E18 "Bug river", Thunberg-city (previously Lublin). Building 11 in street number 404, coworking space 1771/46 "Wild strawberry meadows", capsule 64.
The freezing cold woke me up, as usual. The capsule's heating turns off at 3 in the morning, but I use a trick: I keep a foam insulation board under the mattress. Where did I get that board? Yeah, like I am going to tell you that... Let's say I know a certain dumpster heap for junk thrown away by construction robots. The CC cameras have low priority at those places because abusers almost never go there. So that's where I get my stuff. My own trick! They say, our generation is harebrained. Nope, our brains work just fine. In any case better than those 30+ old creeps.
Too bad that soon it is time to move places: SIRI does not like when an abuser stays long at the same place. It's already three months that I'm at E18! Frankly, I like it here. But that could create a comfort zone or even a local patriotic feeling. That's one step away from patriarchy! Most likely, I'll be transferred in a week or two, maybe someplace around E30 in North Africa. This is correct and just: comfort zones make you apathetic, unwilling to change. Also... it's warm in E30.
I turn the lights on. The old diode blinks weakly. Oh yes, this week our coworking space has donated all our saved energy to the new TC. What posers! Is it not clear that our couple of kilowatts is a drop in an ocean. Tolerance Centers need a lot more energy than that, and they use nuclear power. I don't understand why this is not being said out loud. Everyone knows that the green energy is not enough for TCs. And that's correct: there can be no budget cuts for ideology. Or else, it's just one step to patriarchy.
A ring in my ear! SIRI says I got three points for correct thoughts.
A warm and fuzzy feeling spreads in my chest. Am I glad that I spent 720 points to rent the latest-model monitoring bracelet! True, sometimes I lose points for wrong feelings. But more often than not, I receive points. Like I did just now. The old, state-supplied bracelet would have given me nothing, it picks up only very strong feelings and usually the negative, bad ones. And now I got three points just like that! Not much, but every penny counts.
I am crawling out of the capsule, feet first, taking very much care not to touch the walls.
Everything looks as usual. Three rows of capsules on one side, a wall of glass on the other. We are on the 130th floor of the Acceptance Tower. The window shows the giant twin towers named "Love" and "Responsibility", and then a huge golden pyramid of a new Tolerance Center being built. It replaces the small TC we had until just a year ago. Too bad I will have to move away before the new TC is complete. But I already visited the new Holocaust Shrine there. A glorious sight, cuts you to the heart. They say it's because of the infrasound generators that make you feel the horror of the patriarchy. This is a very good decision. There is no other way to reproduce an existential experience of that sort.
Such weird thoughts. I actually have things to do!
The floor is cold in the corridor; there are no slippers to be found. This is also just: who got up first, gets the slippers. Irresponsibly, I got up last and deserve the corresponding punishment.
I run on tiptoes and get to the co-cloakroom. As I expected, only a few overalls are left, besides a pile of socks and some leggings. All the nice clothing is already taken. There are still some things left that would cost points. But this does not bother me: I've got some clothing privileges because I'm currently going through gender therapy.
Oh by the way, time for a check-up. My feet in eco-wrappers (they are so dry already), I am on my way to the toilet.
The toilet... it stinks. Last week, they again decreased the ecological water limit for flushing. Well, that's right, we should not spend too much precious water on flushing our excrement. If you want to have a good dump and flush it off, why not go to an unlimited toilet in a TC. This is a very good idea, by the way. One should not economize on ideology expenses. That kind of thing would lead directly back to patriarchy.
I finish my business in the toilet and then take a look at certain body parts. It seems the gender therapy is going even better than I have hoped. No more morning erections, everything hangs as floppy as cloth. And I ace the porno tests, - none of the toxic masculinity left! It was a great decision to choose the chemo gender therapy option over the standard castration. Of course, a surgical operation is a guarantee: they just cut everything off and that's it, you are totally safe for the Womyn. But you will still get those toxic desires! And the chemo pills kill the libido itself. You can't do anything nasty because you just can't even think of it. No fear of looking at a Womyn in a wrong way or any other stuff like that.
Why did I agree to gender therapy? True, I will miss some of those dirty pleasures. But I want to achieve something in my life, I want a good career. A serious job implies communicating with Womyn, and no Womyn would work together with an unsafe abuser. Yes, back in the forties and fifties you could just go around in a chastity belt. But today we have much higher safety standards. A civilized society cannot tolerate an abuser whose harmfulness has not been neutralized. And this is correct and just: Womyn must live in a totally safe and friendly world. Anything less than that, and we risk going back to patriarchy.
I swallow the pills on camera and walk to the co-cloakroom to get my clothes.