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~The Elite~
A tiny percent of the population of earth, above all others; an infinitive elite.
As rulers of the world they put the sky on fire. They opened up the gates to hell and threw down the people of the earth, saving themselves standing on their burning skulls.
Using all of the world’s resources themselves they created their own paradise and leaving behind the people in their bi-product, a man made hell.
As Queens and Workers they fought. Blood was spilt. Skulls were shattered. Bones crushed.
Down the fire they were thrown, but from fire they would return. Heart-broken and forged by fire they would one day reach through.
Several riots occurred, but the attacks slowly began to reduce in frequency and eventually they stopped completely.
At first, they were needed, their bodies as cogs in the gear. But after several decades machines took over for better efficiency and they were mostly kept alive by moral codes still carved on the inside of their masters’ cranium.
Because they weren’t needed anymore they were easier to tame. They almost were forgotten in their cells. Controlled breeding and feeding. Everything controlled by machines they kept a constant number.
After several centuries they started to look like the stones in the walls of their prison. A world of grey. Machines and forgotten bodies. Life erased. All this, but with a shining core as a million suns; holding the never-ending Elite alive with a world dedicated to those born under the morning star.
A tiny percent of the population of earth, above all others; an infinitive elite.
As rulers of the world they put the sky on fire. They opened up the gates to hell and threw down the people of the earth, saving themselves standing on their burning skulls.
Using all of the world’s resources themselves they created their own paradise and leaving behind the people in their bi-product, a man made hell.
As Queens and Workers they fought. Blood was spilt. Skulls were shattered. Bones crushed.
Down the fire they were thrown, but from fire they would return. Heart-broken and forged by fire they would one day reach through.
Several riots occurred, but the attacks slowly began to reduce in frequency and eventually they stopped completely.
At first, they were needed, their bodies as cogs in the gear. But after several decades machines took over for better efficiency and they were mostly kept alive by moral codes still carved on the inside of their masters’ cranium.
Because they weren’t needed anymore they were easier to tame. They almost were forgotten in their cells. Controlled breeding and feeding. Everything controlled by machines they kept a constant number.
After several centuries they started to look like the stones in the walls of their prison. A world of grey. Machines and forgotten bodies. Life erased. All this, but with a shining core as a million suns; holding the never-ending Elite alive with a world dedicated to those born under the morning star.
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