Banned: Chapter One - The Agreement
"Who could have possibly done this?"
The President of the Scientific Council looks at the report in disgust, comfortably seated behind his important desk, his arms resting on top of the table while both of his hands are holding the paper. He was staring at the photo attached to the report in a very careful, but discriminating, manner; after a quick consideration, he waved it in front of the Chief of Enforcement of the Chemistry Police.
"What are the important findings of the laboratory report, again?" he asked quite rudely.
"It is quite odd, Your Excellency," the Chief Chemist abruptly replied, shaking his own head. "We are still running it with some tests at this precise moment just to be sure."
"What do you mean you are not so sure? Where are your expert scientists? This is an unacceptable way of handling a simple incident. There must be no reasonale doubt in everything that we do because there is no room in the perfect order for a weak reasoning like that. Totally repulsive! We need to make sure of the proper causes, and immediately point to the person responsible for this vandalism," the President replied, still shocked to learn that even the Chief of Enforcement of the Chemistry Police wasn't sure.
"There is no way for you not to be certain of a petty case of vandalism," he said again in disgust.
They were discussing about an incident that happened near the main entrance of the Tower of Taxonomy, just outside the confines of the City proper. A graffiti, written in bold red hues, suddenly emerged from the wall with the words, "The Agreement" just a meter near the door of the Tower. The security cameras near the area of the incident were carefully reviewed, but nobody was seen putting the graffiti there. The red hue that was used for the vandal was characteristically acrylic paint at first glance, but later on determined to be not exactly the same composition of paint. It seems that the revered wall of the Tower of Taxonomy was stained by a new material not currently known to the Scientific Council.
"We are currently coordinating with the Panel of Experts inside the predicate of a classified matter, of course," the Chemical Chief of Enforcement said. "We must not leave the people feeling suspicious about this curious stain. But if this is something seriously dangerous and infectious, we must know immediately, Your Excellency."
"Absolutely. We must never let them doubt about the true effectivity of the perfect order," the President has said in consonance. "What is your quick information about this incident? Who can be behind these words 'the Agreement?' What are the current leads?"
"We have none at this moment, Your Excellency," the Chief replied. "But we are now thoroughly investigating the matter. Those who are responsible in trying to destabilize the status quo with these cheap efforts to gain public attention will be prosecuted at once. There will be no bargaining allowed after the case build-up has become truly satisfactory."
"Very well," the President said, quite convinced of the handling of the case. "Please assure the Scientific Council in all of your Ministerial Statements in the Scientific Assembly that everything is under control."
"We will do that, Your Excellency," the Chemical Chief replied. "Whoever is trying to sabotage our diligent efforts to establish a more perfect order will be charged with treason."
Outside the Tower of Taxonomy, someone was seated on a bench not far away, wearing a proper trench coat, and was watching the Chemistry Police process the scene like a motionless hawk. He was very careful not to draw public attention to himself, or to the vision of his eyes, or to the faculty of his imagination. He was drinking coffee while sitting stealthily on that bench, and this position was providing him with the best view of the graffiti. The scene was now cordoned off as authorities are preserving the evidence, so he must be very careful from this point on.
He knows that the Scientific Council's weapon is potent, has grown stronger and stronger through the years, and became very much advanced. Right now, he must be very careful not to incur a writer's block. A weak connection will change the results of everything metaphysical, and he cannot allow that.
Soon, they will discover the true chemical composition of the hue he used for the graffiti, and he must be extra wary of any interception that could possible penetrate the connection of the words and the substance with the power of his imagination from now, and moving forward.
This is the start of the Agreement, he whispered to himself. I must not fail.
As he was watching the Chemistry Police do their job, at that very moment, there is a feeling of elation that he felt inside his mind. Right now, every little detail of their actions was being recorded inside the pages of a book which is already forbidden for him to carry.
He finished his cup of coffee already, but he left the bagel unfinished. The wind is cold, it was strongly blowing from the west, but while the morning sun was glorious, he must now start his busy day while keeping in his consciousness that the entire reckoning must start without further delay.
He suddenly remembered the story of the Wizard of Oz as he started going on his way. Many pedestrians were also walking down the busy road along with himself, and he was recalling some of his favorite scenes from the Wizard of Oz that left him quite motivated as the scene started magically reeling inside his most superior imagination.
Imagination. That's it! He abruptly remembered - was it a phrase or a poem? These things are magical within the core of its substance. It does not need science nor test tubes or even pressure tests! It just need to reveal itself from the rest of illusion.
He was soon very convinced about it, and this time he must be on the right direction to fully understand the rhetoric of the subject Agreement. This mission was a matter of life and dead, almost an existential crisis, if one must say. The universe must not lose its definition of humanity. But in order to succed in this journey, one must act immediately. The feeling of elation contimues as the same thought keeps repeating itself in his most probing thoughts.
He turned right at the intersection, in the direction of Economics Avenue, where his newly rented apartment is located. Tomorrow, it's going to be a new day. It's another chance for him to fight back. He remembered the old days of the Literary Committee, and how happy he had been in their pursuit for the practical utility of the arts and letters.
It is now time to finally read the Agreement.
x------------x
Picture from Pixabay.
The President of the Scientific Council looks at the report in disgust, comfortably seated behind his important desk, his arms resting on top of the table while both of his hands are holding the paper. He was staring at the photo attached to the report in a very careful, but discriminating, manner; after a quick consideration, he waved it in front of the Chief of Enforcement of the Chemistry Police.
"What are the important findings of the laboratory report, again?" he asked quite rudely.
"It is quite odd, Your Excellency," the Chief Chemist abruptly replied, shaking his own head. "We are still running it with some tests at this precise moment just to be sure."
"What do you mean you are not so sure? Where are your expert scientists? This is an unacceptable way of handling a simple incident. There must be no reasonale doubt in everything that we do because there is no room in the perfect order for a weak reasoning like that. Totally repulsive! We need to make sure of the proper causes, and immediately point to the person responsible for this vandalism," the President replied, still shocked to learn that even the Chief of Enforcement of the Chemistry Police wasn't sure.
"There is no way for you not to be certain of a petty case of vandalism," he said again in disgust.
They were discussing about an incident that happened near the main entrance of the Tower of Taxonomy, just outside the confines of the City proper. A graffiti, written in bold red hues, suddenly emerged from the wall with the words, "The Agreement" just a meter near the door of the Tower. The security cameras near the area of the incident were carefully reviewed, but nobody was seen putting the graffiti there. The red hue that was used for the vandal was characteristically acrylic paint at first glance, but later on determined to be not exactly the same composition of paint. It seems that the revered wall of the Tower of Taxonomy was stained by a new material not currently known to the Scientific Council.
"We are currently coordinating with the Panel of Experts inside the predicate of a classified matter, of course," the Chemical Chief of Enforcement said. "We must not leave the people feeling suspicious about this curious stain. But if this is something seriously dangerous and infectious, we must know immediately, Your Excellency."
"Absolutely. We must never let them doubt about the true effectivity of the perfect order," the President has said in consonance. "What is your quick information about this incident? Who can be behind these words 'the Agreement?' What are the current leads?"
"We have none at this moment, Your Excellency," the Chief replied. "But we are now thoroughly investigating the matter. Those who are responsible in trying to destabilize the status quo with these cheap efforts to gain public attention will be prosecuted at once. There will be no bargaining allowed after the case build-up has become truly satisfactory."
"Very well," the President said, quite convinced of the handling of the case. "Please assure the Scientific Council in all of your Ministerial Statements in the Scientific Assembly that everything is under control."
"We will do that, Your Excellency," the Chemical Chief replied. "Whoever is trying to sabotage our diligent efforts to establish a more perfect order will be charged with treason."
xXx
Outside the Tower of Taxonomy, someone was seated on a bench not far away, wearing a proper trench coat, and was watching the Chemistry Police process the scene like a motionless hawk. He was very careful not to draw public attention to himself, or to the vision of his eyes, or to the faculty of his imagination. He was drinking coffee while sitting stealthily on that bench, and this position was providing him with the best view of the graffiti. The scene was now cordoned off as authorities are preserving the evidence, so he must be very careful from this point on.
He knows that the Scientific Council's weapon is potent, has grown stronger and stronger through the years, and became very much advanced. Right now, he must be very careful not to incur a writer's block. A weak connection will change the results of everything metaphysical, and he cannot allow that.
Soon, they will discover the true chemical composition of the hue he used for the graffiti, and he must be extra wary of any interception that could possible penetrate the connection of the words and the substance with the power of his imagination from now, and moving forward.
This is the start of the Agreement, he whispered to himself. I must not fail.
As he was watching the Chemistry Police do their job, at that very moment, there is a feeling of elation that he felt inside his mind. Right now, every little detail of their actions was being recorded inside the pages of a book which is already forbidden for him to carry.
He finished his cup of coffee already, but he left the bagel unfinished. The wind is cold, it was strongly blowing from the west, but while the morning sun was glorious, he must now start his busy day while keeping in his consciousness that the entire reckoning must start without further delay.
He suddenly remembered the story of the Wizard of Oz as he started going on his way. Many pedestrians were also walking down the busy road along with himself, and he was recalling some of his favorite scenes from the Wizard of Oz that left him quite motivated as the scene started magically reeling inside his most superior imagination.
Imagination. That's it! He abruptly remembered - was it a phrase or a poem? These things are magical within the core of its substance. It does not need science nor test tubes or even pressure tests! It just need to reveal itself from the rest of illusion.
He was soon very convinced about it, and this time he must be on the right direction to fully understand the rhetoric of the subject Agreement. This mission was a matter of life and dead, almost an existential crisis, if one must say. The universe must not lose its definition of humanity. But in order to succed in this journey, one must act immediately. The feeling of elation contimues as the same thought keeps repeating itself in his most probing thoughts.
He turned right at the intersection, in the direction of Economics Avenue, where his newly rented apartment is located. Tomorrow, it's going to be a new day. It's another chance for him to fight back. He remembered the old days of the Literary Committee, and how happy he had been in their pursuit for the practical utility of the arts and letters.
It is now time to finally read the Agreement.
x------------x
Picture from Pixabay.
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