Right Utopia Pt. I

This was something I dreamed about last night and today. I don’t know if I will develop the idea further, and I definitely didn’t proofread it, but I’d like to share it with you, regardless.

Right Wing Utopia

Ding. Ding. As the light on the intercom flicked on, a soft voice filled the cabin above the roar of the jet’s engines, “We will arrive at our destination in approximately two hours. It appears that the weather will be mild and rather pleasant.” The light glowed for a few more seconds before returning to its normative state.

“Thank you, Rosa!” Ava chimed in the cockpit’s direction. She reclined back in her luxurious seat and smoothed her silken red dress.
“Have you been thinking of any last-minute modifications to our decision?” said Ethan as he startled the air with both his manner of speaking and a quick half-turn to face his wife.

His wife hesitated, breath slowing. They were a power-couple. Mid-forties, well-established, and everyone coveted their life. Ethan had inherited his father’s money and companies when he was twenty-eight. However, he never wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps. So, he simply sold everything in a feeding frenzy of investors, and spent the rest of his life doing what he desired. That generally involved travel, and as such the main investment was a private jet for he and his wife. Ava came from a similar background of inherited wealth, and between the two of them they had enough to live several lifetimes worth of luxury. They were completely unconcerned with the day-to-day of the people they flew over. Indeed, they were one of the main advocates for the Body Harvest of 2033. Their wealth afforded them all the privileges of modern science, and today they would be deciding the features of their still conceptualized child.

China as a whole became a sort of bastion for scientific breakthroughs that the people actually wanted, over the years. The massive influx of wealthy individuals wishing to make history for themselves and humanity had made Beijing the central hub of the Galactic Alliance Everlasting. There were a great number of scientists working towards understanding ever-greater obstacles to human progress, and money greased the gears of progress. Humanity had flown through discovery after discovery, yielding little time for consideration of implications or possibilities. It was for the glory of humanity, and many people enjoyed the new comforts of life.

Finally, Ava cocked her head and smiled, “No, everything will be fine. I know our decisions will create a beautiful baby boy. After all, these days we have nothing to worry about!”

Ethan smirked. “Of course they had nothing to worry about,” he thought, “the obstacles were taken care of years ago.”
People had been resistant to change, and there had been several fire bombings of labs designed for the sole purpose of making the Heroic Unified Modification Abiogenesis Nullification (H.U.M.A.N) project possible. These days, those people had been taken care of. It was the pledged sole purpose behind the Body Harvest legislation. At least, that’s what Ava and Ethan supposed. It’s all they heard about in their social circles, and they supposed that it must be true. So, they had pledged money and support. In return, the scientists allowed the couple the right to create the first child.  However, the wording of the actual legislation stated that individuals that could not conform to societal norms were to be removed from society. The “who” and “how” was left open-ended. The night of the legislation the sound of batons rattling the cages, the report of a rifle into the air, and the sound of silence chilled. The dogs of war were unleashed, the larger ate the smaller, and the survival of those best able to adapt was ensured.

The individuals best represented and normalized in media and elsewhere were ensured survival. Their familiarity with the subjects allowed for fewer biases to manifest, and so the hunting for Radicals Alienates and Thugs began. Previously enacted legislation allowed for doctors to condemn a body to be harvested, but this time lobbying had managed to allow for any sentient being to harvest a R.A.T. under certain guidelines. The requirements were left as a simple list:

1. A “uniform” to be worn before and during the procedure.

  1. That the individual to be harvested is of the same criteria as outlined under the G.A.E. guidelines for body harvesting.
  2. Be a citizen of the district you choose to harvest from.

The going rates for a poorly-harvested R.A.T. that could be used for spare parts was well over fifty grand a specimen. For live societal refuse the going rate could be much higher, especially if the buyer felt the strain of life-or-death decisions. The business was booming, but quickly the intended goal was taking effect. Undesirable R.A.T.s were appearing less and less in society, and this meant that progress could be made for the benefit of all humankind.
The soft bump of the runway met them as their plane touched back on glorious Galactic Soil.

Rosa chimed over the intercom, “Excellent. I hope that was pleasant! Have a lovely trip you two.”

“An excellent flight, as always dear!” Ava elated. Ethan smirked and laughed, “Yes, truly glorious as always.”
As they exited the airport, Ava held her hand up to shield her eyes. The shimmering of the white-gold trim on the limo shuttling patients to the Project lab had dazzled her, but no other flickers greeted the arrival. A discovery being tested was simply another day of breath in this city and, indeed, the globe.

As they were driven to meet the doctor, only the whisper of breath could be heard as the couple stared out opposite windows dreaming of their life with the new baby they dreamed of. It seemed so long ago that they had wanted a child. They had tried all prior options to no avail, and had resolved to simply dreaming up their ideal offspring. They were actually the best candidates for the Project, even though it had been tested many times prior with glorious success in the most unimaginative participants.

When they arrived, a lean pale business woman wearing a dark suit greeted them as they left the lavish vehicle, “Welcome Ethan and Ava, glorious day! I will be showing you to your room. Do either of you have any questions at this point, or did you look over the packet we sent you?”
Ava patted her purse as they began walking towards the entrance, “Yes, I still have it with me just in case. It seems to answer anything we could think of and more.”

As the woman opened the door for Ethan and his wife to follow, she smiled, “Glorious.”
They walked down the long white corridor to room seven and entered. Here, they were instructed by the packet to undress and get into two separate sensory deprivation pods after donning the soft-caps resting next to them.
Once they were in the pod, they were instructed to focus only on their ideal child, and the image would be constructed from what they most wanted. The entire process took but a few minutes for them, even though the pamphlet claimed it could take several hours.

After the process, Ethan and Ava cleaned themselves up. A sharp rap was heard as they were finishing the proper appearance modifications for acceptable social presentation. The wife opened the door and Ethan stepped out with his wife in tow. “Follow me, please, we appreciate your excellent cooperation and expediency. Your presence has brought us considerable interest, and we will be offering our services publicly before sundown.”

“Glorious,” Ethan and his wife replied as they were led to the next area. The pamphlet stated that they would be taken to the selection station where any undesirable traits could be removed or last minute modifications to their offspring could be made.

They stepped into the private viewing room with several holograms depicting their child at various stages of life. They were able to see every slice of what their future child’s life would be. The algorithm had already taken glorious care in removing all traits associated with R.A.T.s, as there was no need to breed undesirables into society. No one considered it to be valuable to the glorious goal of progressing humankind.

“He’s so beautiful,” Ava stepped forward towards the baby’s first years. Ethan admired silently the man his son would become, and felt a sense of pride. He looked at his wife and nodded. “I see nothing that I would change.”
“Confirmation complete” a feminine voice echoed into the room. The last stop was to let Ava prep for surgery so that in nine months their child could be born. As they departed, Ava with the business woman and Ethan for the waiting area down the hall, the couple’s eyes locked and Ava spoke, “We will love this child no matter what; we’re finally going to receive our precious gift!” They both smiled and went their own way.

Nine months later, on December 24 of the glorious year 2057 Ethan and Ava had a child which they named Christian. He was everything they had dreamed of and more. The Project managers threw in extra incentives for them, because they had donated so generously to the cause. Christian was given genes to increase cognitive ability and physical strength. Under lab conditions, no deviation was noted from the intended result. All children were born according to the emotions and thoughts from the parents with a little tweaking by scientists. All previous patients were kept in the Project headquarters for study to make sure the desired outcomes were achieved with round-the-clock monitoring of mother and child through the use of sensors placed on the skin. They were afforded all the freedom they were accustomed to, the Project HQ had to be very well suited for the tastes of their clientele. The sensors made sure everything developed accordingly, and after the child was born the scientists kept track of their progress. No deviation from the desired Creation or Development stages was ever noted, and it was fast-tracked through the Galactic bureaucracy.

Ava was the first mother to leave immediately after the procedure and was free to explore the Earth as she saw fit during pregnancy.

On December 24, of the glorious year 2081, I awoke to consciousness. On the 24th year of my glorious life, I understand myself. On the 24th day of the 12th month of the glorious year of our Leaders, I cast down the crown handed to me by Creators. They called me Christian, and I know myself as Christi. What they could not see under their microscope and narrow-mindedness was the miles of concrete above and below protecting them from cosmic rays. What they could not observe in their holograms and in their calculations was the peaceful states of lab rats and influenced outcomes from monitored mice. Over the years I knew about the views regarding R.A.T.s, but for the glory of the Project I decided to keep silent. For the glory of progress, I thought I could change. Over those many years of my life, I dedicated myself to both studying the philosophy of the Galactic Alliance and to educating myself about the Project. Today, I will confess my sins and give my body for harvest. The world I grew up in places the burden upon me for being influenced by the hormones within my mother’s body becoming who I am today. My body is deemed sufficient for harvesting according to the guidelines governing society. I do not have a say in what is done to me. I have no voice. Indeed, I am alone in this world and am faced with the option of staying silent and suffering or ceasing my conscious experience. I choose the latter not because I am a martyr for the tyranny of traditionalist belief and power struggles between the majority and the undesirables, I choose to do so because I cannot lie to my biology and myself. I cannot lie to family, friends, and society. I cannot exist in isolation without community. I cannot exist without myself. I cannot exist.

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