Utopia possible intro
< gredi >
The storm outside had gotten worse, and inside it wasn't much better. She hated working at the morgue, but hey, it was a solid job in this town. Getting new customers everyday was a sad but true aspect of life here, where the only thing more crooked than the criminals were the authorities. People came to the city with hopes of controlling it. Once here they were shocked to see the city controlled them. Each person another cog, another gear, they were all parts of a machine. A machine that was called Utopia.
< primus >
She had gotten this job from her father, the old coroner. It didn't matter that she didn't have an education, they weren't necessary in this place anyways. Education didn't matter, and the only people that went to college were the rich spoiled kids who just wanted a wall decoration. And besides, it wasn't hard to graduate when the professors were on your daddy's payroll. In this place what mattered was who you knew, not what you knew. What you were capable, not what you achieved. The things you owned, owned you too, and there wasn't anything anyone could do about it. However, one day she met him. And their lives would be changed forever.
It happened that she was called out for a homicide near the outskirts of town, almost to the boundaries of Utopia. She was almost sorry for the poor girl she found at the diner. That is when she found the head and saw the look of terror in the girl's eyes. She was able to piece the body back together after going over the diner with a fine search. There wasn't much effort given to see why things had happened. In Utopia, you just didn't ask questions. Sure they informed the loved ones of their loss, when they could identify the body, but funerals around here didn't involve any crying or sharing stories. People had grown callous to death, and even more callous to letting emotions show. Nothing was done based on emotion here, only logic. The irony is that it was logic that brought emotion to Utopia.
The storm outside had gotten worse, and inside it wasn't much better. She hated working at the morgue, but hey, it was a solid job in this town. Getting new customers everyday was a sad but true aspect of life here, where the only thing more crooked than the criminals were the authorities. People came to the city with hopes of controlling it. Once here they were shocked to see the city controlled them. Each person another cog, another gear, they were all parts of a machine. A machine that was called Utopia.
< primus >
She had gotten this job from her father, the old coroner. It didn't matter that she didn't have an education, they weren't necessary in this place anyways. Education didn't matter, and the only people that went to college were the rich spoiled kids who just wanted a wall decoration. And besides, it wasn't hard to graduate when the professors were on your daddy's payroll. In this place what mattered was who you knew, not what you knew. What you were capable, not what you achieved. The things you owned, owned you too, and there wasn't anything anyone could do about it. However, one day she met him. And their lives would be changed forever.
It happened that she was called out for a homicide near the outskirts of town, almost to the boundaries of Utopia. She was almost sorry for the poor girl she found at the diner. That is when she found the head and saw the look of terror in the girl's eyes. She was able to piece the body back together after going over the diner with a fine search. There wasn't much effort given to see why things had happened. In Utopia, you just didn't ask questions. Sure they informed the loved ones of their loss, when they could identify the body, but funerals around here didn't involve any crying or sharing stories. People had grown callous to death, and even more callous to letting emotions show. Nothing was done based on emotion here, only logic. The irony is that it was logic that brought emotion to Utopia.
posted by Cody at 7:40 PM
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