Just Can't Forgive
There was a brewing problem in this world. Currently, we were approaching the end of another goal, curing all diseases. This would be done through a special treatment to the entire populace that would make their immune system so powerful that current diseases wouldn't be able to affect them. Genetic diseases were being removed by genetic medicine. Finally, a special medical breakthrough allowed for any virus to be vaccinated against within hours of its discovery. This was a problem though, because with yet another goal achieved came up the same question, "Why do we even have a state and corporations?"
You see, some organizations were now associations, which were completely voluntary organizations with no hierarchies that operated more efficiently than governments. Currently, they were the ones who organized the arming of the populace and revolts when necessary. But, recently, experiments were tried with agriculture using it and it actually achieved better efficiency than both the state and corporations. They had 100% of their effort put towards making food, instead of efficiency being lost by the need for profit, and to hierarchy. The associations didn't have hierarchies, therefore eliminating any chance of corruption on the level of corporations or the state. So, why would one not replace the state and the private sector with these?
Well, the reason why these associations weren't even possible until recently was because of the necessary advancements in communication technology hadn't been achieved yet. Also, disparity in skill, knowledge, and other things naturally create hierarchies. These things had been counteracted by the knowledge machine, communication technology, and improvements in our culture. Another impediment to these was obviously interest by the corporations and state keeping themselves needed, but those now are under our complete control. We could eliminate them if we wanted to.
But, there is a much bigger obstacle now to the elimination to the state and the private sector. That is, many in the population want someone to punish, over and over again for the crimes of the past. The private sector is practically enslaved to the populace; the state is in similar status. This is how things should be perhaps, but it is pointless now. We could replace them with organizations that have none of the problems those had, and more importantly, are much cheaper to maintain than those are. However, the people still want someone to punish for all of eternity.
This is understandable; the crimes of the state and the private sector are immeasurable. The amount of killed in the name of nationalism, god, and profit are impossible to calculate. The number probably extends into the trillions, or at least the high billions by now. That doesn't count the people killed by state imposed famines, diseases that went untreated because of religion, and recourses denied the populace by class structure. Add to that the amount of suffering caused by the state and private sector, the amount of time wasted by organized religion, and all the people held back from success by bias originally created by governments and corporations.
However, with all this, we need to move on. I keep trying to tell people this, mainly because we ourselves are now wasting resources. We could destroy most of the world's weapons if we just got rid of the private sector and state. The only reason we have these weapons is to control the private sector and government so they don't try to return conditions to the past. There may still need to some weapons in case of alien invasion, and to perhaps defend us from terrorist elements. But that would require a tenth, at best, of the resources we now spend on preventing governments and corporations from rising.
The response to all of this is that we need to fight, or the humanity will split apart. Well, we do have something to fight, our own urges. Internal, not external struggle is the key to peace. If they were all associations, recourses could be spent with maximum efficiency, and technology would develop at an impossibly fast rate. We just need to forgive the state and private sector and let is die. Let it die; stop torturing it over and over again.
Anyway, I had my own problem to deal with. Haruhi and me were, sort of, dating right now. Mostly it was just me crying over not just this world, but also all the others. How I was powerless to help my family in all of them, how much abuse that my peers had afflicted on them. Most of all though, how messed up my life is regardless of where I am. The first world my parents are gone from brainwashing, the second from nationalism, the third from bullets, the fourth from adoption, the fifth from suicide, the sixth from suicide, and the seventh from torture. I would never be able to forget all these separate lives, no matter what I did, and I could never talk about the previous ones with anyone. I was too likely to want to kill Haruhi in the process.
Haruhi tried to comfort me by talking about things, but it only helped temporarily. Externally, I was getting better but on the inside inside, nothing had changed. She hadn't raised that child on empathetic abilities; she had raised that on the revolution. That child was more of a child of the revolution than Haruhi. I had met the kid, and he now was an emotional wreck. Haruhi tried, but the child had nothing but the revolution really. He right now organized Associations like the Agriculture one, and was probably going to die doing that. For him, it would never end. The same was really the case for Haruhi, and was really the problem with me.
Now, one might be wondering what my age is in all this. Well, I'm about 20. Don't ask me how, but I'm always 15 when I enter worlds. I must always be high school because that was my original age in the previous worlds when I enter the world in question. How that works with the poetry thing is interesting. The government had only be overthrown six months before I 'woke up' at the school. The government abuse happened when I was 14. I wrote the world famous poetry at the age of 14 too. A hell of a lot happened within two years, more than what usually happens in decades. How would one like me write poetry on the level I did at 14? Weird circumstances. Partially, it was because of a book of poetry I read constantly. The rest was a torrent of emotions that I relieved through poetry. One poem I wrote changed everything. It was nameless, and it was 50 stanzas of 'unacceptable' material back then. The poem became so popular though that it helped caused the overthrow of the government in Japan. I published more poetry from behind bars for a month before being sent to a torture cell for five months until I was rescued.
This all does sound ludicrous, but I guess the 15 rule forces it. I have no idea what happened with Haruhi. Apparently, she broke out of jail and devoted herself to the revolution to suppress violent urges. She was in prison for valid reasons actually; she was a triple murderer here. She had killed both her parents and her brother in a fit of violent rage once. When this rage was directed against the state, her condition actually improved. The more it broke down, the anger drained out of her skull. The rest is history. Now though, I just feel like crap these days.
Now, the people hope to see something soon. So, Haruhi seduced me one day, and I felt sick the next day. I hid my feelings of disgust, and my feelings of discontent inside. Like everything else, it just hid beneath the surface. When I got married to Haruhi, I felt empty inside. I felt like I was far older than I really was. I occupied my time with training, figuring something would kill me one day, sending me yet to another world. What really happened was something I didn't expect at all. It all started with some incident involving the last vestige of the state, healthcare. Welfare got solved with associations, all industries had been taken over by them now, and the private sector was gone. The only thing left was the state.
It all began with a terrorist movement consisting of religious extremists trying to create a small nation. It started inside a hospital. It was the last hospital in the country not controlled by an association. The terrorists had small arms, and some explosives. The state and the corporations were now basically gone. I was 25. I had entered the hospital, trying to come to terms with everything. Outside, a defense association armed artillery, and I was inside being held as a hostage. Except I didn't accept it, I broke free, and the terrorists were killed.
The incident spawned a very different incident. Massive riots began as anyone of religious faith was hunted down and killed. My wife joined the chaos despite being pregnant. I knew she would, this was just the kind of thing for her rage. I myself put a gun to my head. Society tore itself apart once again, with the same wish they had before, the complete and utter destruction of the enemy, this time religion itself. Bibles, Korans, and all other religious texts were burned. Anyone of religious faith was brutally killed by angry mobs. I myself got killed in the chaos. I tried to keep a mob from killing a child of 7. Her mother was stabbed to death in front of her, and she was next for she had dared to pray. The crowd got calmed down, but the child grabbed a grenade, pulled the pin, and then cuddled with it like a teddy bear before it killed her and me.
The mob killed because they couldn't forgive anyone anymore, not after all the rage built up from the past. The child couldn't stand this world, not one with the loss of everything she held valuable to her destroyed right in front of her. I couldn't live, not with how pointless life had become. I can't settle down, not when the world can't either. But, I died with a purpose hopefully. Over all, this world was great, but still not as good as the artistic world.
Once again, I woke up on that desk of mine to screams of, "KYON, WAKE UP!" Will I ever find happiness?