Chapter 10
Society is a Fraud.
Rose: "The test of the morality of a society is what it does for its children."
Nny: Words by Dietrich Bonhoeffer
Zim: So how is that working out for you?
Nny: What do you mean?
Zim: Society.
Rose: I think society is nothing but the subject of humanities fear, intolorance and ignorance, but then again, I think most life is like that, I think allot of lives have the same type of society.
Zim: so what has society brought to it's children.
Nny: Well you heard her, Fear, Intolorance and Ignorance.
Rose: Or in that case, Corruption.
Zim: Hmmm.
Zim looked around the city, he felt safe and warm as he was being carried on a woman's shoulders. Her red hair would move in the wind and would give off the smell of beer and strawberries.
She was the Woman.
Zim enjoyed her presence as she walked with her four friends.
Each one was strange, and they all had something to say to each other in the conversation they were holding.
Zim was just the person watching.
The person watching the movie as the characters have holy moments, thoughts and ideas that the audience will probably never be able to hear.
It was a new hobby he had. Something that he had grown accustomed to because of the Woman.
So Zim listened.
"If the world that we are forced to accept is false and nothing is true, then everything is possible," said the Woman walking alongside her friends.
"On the way to discovering what we love, we will find everything we hate, everything that blocks our path of what we desire," said a man, his blond hair moving in the air. The Blond man.
"The comfort will never be comfortable for those who seek what is not on the market." said a Man with a weird hair cut, "A systematic questioning of the idea of happiness," he said. The Man.
"We'll cut the vocal chords of every empowered speaker. We'll yank the social symbols through the looking glass we'll devalue society's currency," said a dark skinned man. The man with the Dull voice
"To confront the familiar," said another man, this man had a funny British accent. The British voice.
"Society is a fraud so complete and venal that it demands to be destroyed beyond the power of memory to recall its existence," said the Woman.
"Where there is fire, we will carry gasoline," said the Man with the weird haircut.
The group turned a corner and continued to walk among the crowds of people, continuing their conversation and keeping blank faces.
"To interrupt the continuum of everyday experience and all the normal expectations that go with it," said the British voice.
"To live as if something actually depended on one's actions," said the Dull voice.
"To rupture the spell of the ideology of the commodified consumer society so that our repressed desires of a more authentic nature can come forward," said the Man.
"To demonstrate the contrast between what life presently is and what it could be," said the Blond man.
"To immerse ourselves in the oblivion of actions and know we're making it happen," said the Woman.
"There will be an intensity never before known in everyday life to exchange love and hate, life and death, terror and redemption, repulsions and attractions," said the Blond man.
"An affirmation of freedom so reckless and unqualified, that it amounts to a total denial of every kind of restraint and limitation," said the Dull voice.
Zim smiled a little as he heard the conversation.
Society was a fraud, all everyone had to do was to truly look at it and finally see all its faults, and lying beliefs.
Zim felt the Woman move her head. Her blue eyes looking up at something. The other four men looked up and followed her steady gaze.
"Hey, old man, what you doin' up there?" asked the Woman with a kind and curious voice.
"Well, I'm not sure," answered the Old Man.
"You need any help getting down, sir?" asked the Man.
"No, don't think so," said the Old Man scratching his head.
"Stupid bastard," sighed the Blond man.
"No worse than us. He's all action and no theory. We're all theory and no action," said the Woman "What do you think Zimmy?" she asked.
Zim inhaled her scent and smiled.
"I say all humans are procrastinators, even the ones that have no selfishness," said Zim with a soft smile.
The group smiled at him and continued to walk the streets of New York.
It is August.
It is August 29th.
Hey everyone, sorry about the small chapter, but to tell the truth the original was way too long. so this is just a small moment that Zim shares with some characters that will be coming up in the next chapter.
Rose- The Woman
Johnny/ Nny- The Man (He is from JTHM, he does not belong to me but he is going to be used in this story)
Tucker- The Dull Voice
Gavin- The British Voice
Max- The Blond Man.
So as you can see this part in particular takes place in the summer, the next chapter takes place a little before this, and as you can see, Zim is in New York.
Once again sorry for the short update.
Please review and tell me what you think.
yours truly
-Sakiko of soleana