The Propaganda Artist finally put away her pad, satisfied with her initial plotting out of the idea, an anti-cult campaign devised after a recent wave of Crystal Gem sympathy hit the populace. They could think freely, but sometimes it was nice to direct people to the truth. She'd likely have it done far before the shock and curiosity from the octohedric fusion panic wore it's welcome. However, constant working burnt the delicate silicon adding machines in her head that composed her 'mind', so she left her post to go back to her apartment, hoping to enjoy some leisure time, probably a bit of light chatting with the desirable sub-intricate that worked in the cubicle next to her over the domestic use pads. She could have the other at any time, most likely, but the Propagandist enjoyed letting things build up a bit. Fun had to be balanced by work, otherwise the fun just seems ill-gotten and not worthwhile. She knew that one had to suffer before being satisfied, one had to cry before being cheerful, and everything had a cost. She wondered about costs, and love, and other odd things as she walked in the hazy, radioactive light of the intentionally plutonium-contaminated crystals that acted as street lights. Soon, she'd arrive at the apartment complex, looking up at the multi-mile tall building, smiling to herself. Due to being a rather old gem, she had one of the first floors. She'd barely need to wait an hour to get there! A far cry from some of the hapless offworld gems, born on the Kindergartens of other planets, who often spent an entire night in the elevator, just to reach their own floor.

She smiled at how lucky she was the whole way up, satisfied with how things were going. She thought about the Basics and Semi-Morons. Part of her had pity, but at the same time, a sort of apathy and disgust. She didn't exactly care, but she cared enough to say, 'oh, those poor things!' in public. She wondered if that was okay, and figured that was the same feeling many, many other Intricates and Sub-Intricates like her had. It wasn't an awful, thought, feeling like they were ugly. They were! But then she wondered if they could really be criticized, considering they were born to be ugly. And, they were the backbone of society, a good seven ninths of it. (Her Propagandist Teacher once told her that society was like a mountain, 2/9ths on the top, 7/9ths supporting the top, and neither were of much use without the other!) She wondered if she should really dislike them. She was still thinking as she caught a piece of rebar to her forehead, her elevator only just opening.

Almost immediately, she was brought back to her polished, ovular gem form. Her assaulter clasped her in a roughly put together hand, going through the different doors and scanners, followed after by a similar rough and ramshackle group of about five or six. They'd hold the gem up to a scanner, going through until they finally found the proper positive match, the door sliding open from the smooth, marbled crystal wall, heading inside to her apartment as a dozen other Sub-Intricates, nervous around Basics by nature, peeked out from their rooms to see who was just denied access, pad open with security's number already dialed. The Basics disappeared into the apartment, some heading over to the entertainment, others looting the place for valuable items, trophies, and other things, while the Basic with the rebar held the Gem in her hand. She placed it on a seat, the Basic scooting a chair next to the seated gem, tapping the fine crystal dining table with her stick of rebar. When the other Gem finally re-entered her humanoid form, the Basic placed the rebar onto her neck. Any significant pressure would likely result in an injury that wouldn't be healed from just retreating back into a Gem. The Propagandist, shocked and a bit hurt, as well as uncertain of what was happening, simply asked, "What are you doing?"
The Basic smiled in the most patronizing way one possibly could. "I don't expect you to know what I'm talking about, considering you're just a pathetic profiteer off of the oppression of MY people, but we're through, we're done simply working for a society that refuses to recognize us as its true backbone."
The Sub-Intricate tilted her head. "But we do love you, more than anything. In fact, the 'Basics are the Backbones of Society' was part of a campaign we di-" That was met with extra pressure, making the Intricate choke and gag. "Shut it. Your industry is only there to make us satisfied and complacent. Compliments from a Propagandist make me feel sick. Sick! By destroying you, we kill another parasite that's been leeching off our hard work." She sighed as she saw that the Propagandist wasn't listening, too busy pawing at the rebar on her neck, sighing in relief as the pressure was removed. "Please... I didn't mean to harm you, I, I thought you loved to work, you were made to work!" The Basic stared at her in disbelief, before striking her across the cheek, driving her to the floor, muttering to herself as she helped with the looting, acquiring more than enough to help propagate her revolution. Finally, she knelt down near the Intricate, patting and stroking her head. The Sub-Intricate herself was crying, curled up, feeling violated. Crime never happened, it was something you'd barely even see in films! She thought legislation had removed criminals like these, leaving only minor offenders to be forced to step in line. And, oh dear, thievery, lack of complacency, this was simply too much for her! Soon, however, her racing thoughts became meek whispers as the Basic plunged the iron tip into her head, fracturing and destroying the silicon arrays, the Intricate's mind too damaged to automatically retreat into her smaller form. It was an ugly death, but a deserving one for parasites like her.
As she went to open the door, she found it already opened, staring up at an Intricate that looked firmly down at her, a genuine, but worrying smile peering down at her, all teeth. "Sit, if you can."
The Basic sat, the other Basics staring in paralyzed horror.
The Intricate looked at the corpse by the chair, pointing to another Basic. "Move that, if you can." The Basic could, and she sat down next to her, a calm smile on her face, the Basic about to start sobbing. "So, what's all this about?" Her voice was soft and considerate. "We... We..." She tilted her head. "Oh, is this about leisure hours?" The first few tears poured down the Basic's cheek. "Yes." She replied, her confident voice a thin ghost of its former self. She didn't care about class struggles, or society, or anything like that anymore. She just wanted to get away from the Intricate, something about her made her blood run cold and her body move about like Pavlov's dogs. "How about two, no, three more for all of you, yes?" The Basic hugged her, sobbing into her shoulder as the Intricate held her tight. "You are the Backbone of Society, after all. You can afford to rest more." With that, the Basic left without much trouble, her revolution quelled, her comrades and herself satisfied, and glad they didn't end up Cracked. Another Sub-Intricate filled in the cubicle, and all was well. Revolution was obsolete, and all were singing the same tune. The dead didn't need to be mourned, satisfaction at her contribution to society was all the mourning needed. No one needed to be upset, however, Basic's and Semi-Morons were encouraged to work harder in their mills, their forges and their foundries, with former revolutionaries leading the pack and being the most productive of all.

All was well.

Infographic I: Know your Place!

You may have noticed, that in our grand society, people look different, act different, and do different things to make everything as excellent as it can be!

This, is of course, plotted by our wonderful ruler Yellow Diamond. During the Mass Unification, she developed an ingenious idea; Why not make society run as smoothly as the military she had so masterfully controlled during her acquisition of brand new Gem territory and resources? So, she had plans set up for the next generation of gems. The first of this, now deemed 'Great Generation' were divided into different Ranks.

The Intricates were the cream of the crop, with totally unmodified Silicon Arrays, almost as intelligent as the Diamonds themselves! Of course, many lack the vigor that enables them to stay rational as they continue to learn over the years, so many are Cracked during the twilight years of their life. They are poets, artisans, scientists, researchers the sort that make the world bright and beautiful! If you see an Intricate, make sure to wave and give them a big smile, they've likely done something to make your life fantastic!

Sub-Intricates are a recent, but just as lovely addition to the Great Generation, since no Intricate deserves to work under another Intricate, and no Basic should have to be forced to put into work that they cannot comprehend. So, Sub-Intricates were developed, helping fruit the plans that the Intricates seeded. They are assistants, engineers, electricians, the people that bring practice to the Intricates theory.

The most common, but still unique class is the Basic. With additional sodium compounds made to slightly limit the Silicon Arrays, the Basic is given incredible focus and an industrious, simple attitude. Laid back, you can often find them singing songs as they work and develop at the instruction of the Sub-Intricates. They built the ground you're walking on, as well as every other little thing you use, so make sure to nod your head at the gangs of them running over to the next job!

And then, of course, are the sub-morons. They have little to no thoughts, they are, in essence, animals in Gem form, carefully restrained and managed for the heaviest lifting tasks. They are rescuers, steel plant workers, Kindergarten foremen, and the Footmen of the many skirmishes fought to provide you with the world you live in. No need to nod, they probably wouldn't understand anyways, but never forget that they do the jobs that'd likely result in you Cracking, or even Shattering!

Remember, you aren't in separate Ranks because you're better, or worse than anyone else. Every part of the pyramid is important, so always be in your place, do your work, and maintain a fitter, happier, healthier society.