The Sanctum

Welcome, traveller. This be the realm of Jay Niner, where everything be possible, and nothing ever happens. If, perchance, thou wisheth to tarry, then find thou a page from the Grimoire and read. For we are here in eternity, and we are in medias res.


Welcome to the Future

As I wrung the bike’s accelerator to zoom across the nearly empty road at what was usually a busy time, it occurred to me that I’d never reach the green signal in time. As a consolation prize, I stumbled into a pothole the size of a dog that had evidently been placed as a contingency plan for those who avoided the one right next to it. The sudden jolt shook me to my teeth.
Much of the road was the same; where the potholes did not appear, there were garishly painted to-the-point signs, which read, rather ominously, “Men at work.” It did not say, of course, that the men at work had decided to take a smoke. Thank you for smoking, men at work, we all know how much the roads depend on your smoking and imbibing of so much tea in a day.
On the other hand the roads were bustling with huge, lumbering trucks, maneuverable scooters and buzzing bikes. Nowhere was there any semblance of order in the cacophony of horns that sounded, regardless of any hospitals around. And when the green light decided to make an appearance, order be damned, we’re in a hurry. As it was, so it has been, so it will be. I realized that the problem was not with the potholes, or with the men at work, or with the usual lack of order at the traffic stops; people had simply stopped caring about the scooter/bike/car/truck/bus before/beside/behind them, and simply wanted to move on, to the next traffic stop, equally uncaring their surroundings and those in it. Welcome to the Urban Jungle. Welcome to the future of Mankind.
A vision of Kurt Wimmer’s Equilibrium (2002) connects with something in my mind. In the not-so-distant future, mankind undergoes a third world war, and to make sure a fourth doesn’t rear its ugly head, humanity as a whole (the government, to be exact) decides to put to mass effect an emotion-suppressing drug, effectively wiping out emotions such as hate, rage, anger, greed and so on. The “Father”, the one who established the system, remarks, “the price we pay for unceasing peace is to lose all of our emotions, including joy, happiness, peace, contentment…” The drug is effective enough that the Clerics, the effective police, don’t even understand why rebels keep animals as pets.
In our present condition, the drug isn’t needed here. People are rapidly becoming unfeeling blocks of ice, and soon, the terrorists will be redundant, wiped out by their own stupidity: converting mankind into numb animals incapable of feeling emotions which even animals can.
On a side note, animals evolve each and everyday, and it seems that the last dolphin wasn’t trying to communicate with scientists- it was actually laughing at humanity.

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