PartOne

IftherewasonethingalloftheWorldStatehadbeenbuzzingabout,itwouldhave
beentheorgy
ofatonementatthesavageslighthouse.Tomhadheardaboutitinallofthepapers.Curiousas
tohowtruethestoryhadbeen,thelittlefactoryworkerfoundhiswayonahelicopterseekingthe
presenceofthesavage.Itwasunusualwithsomeoneaslowashiminthecastesystemblending
seamlesslyinthebackground,butthenagain,Tomcarriedmoreintelligencethanhisfellow
deltas.Evenso,hedarednotmakeapeepforfearofridicule.
Thatevening,theswarmofhelicopterscrossingHog'sBackappearedasadarkcloudten
kilometreslong.
"Savage!"calledthefirstarrivals,astheyalightedfromtheirmachines."Mr.Savage!"
Therewasnoanswer.
Thedoorofthelighthousewasajar.Tomdescendedthestepsofthehelicopterhewasin,
followingthegrowingcrowdtothelighthousesteps.Thoseinfrontnudgedthedooropenfurther
andbravelysteppedintotheabyss.Inside,Tom'seyesadjustedtothedimlight.Throughan
archwayonthefurthersideoftheroomthecrowdcouldseethebottomofthestaircasethatled
uptothehigherfloors.Justunderthecrownofthearchdangledapairoffeet.
"Mr.Savage!"
Slowly,veryslowly,liketwounhurriedcompassneedles,thefeetturnedtowardsthe
rightnorth,northeast,east,southeast,south,southsouthwestthenpaused,and,afterafew
seconds,turnedunhurriedlybacktowardstheleft.Southsouthwest,south,southeast,east...

Afterwhatfeltlikeforever,theghastlyimagestillhauntedTomsmind.Timeaftertime,he
reachedforSomabutthedrugseffectsborenorelief.ThatswhentheseedwasplantedTom
begantoquestioneverything.
Whyissomanotworking?
WhatarethesetheseemotionsthatImfeeling?
Whydidthesavagekillhimself?
TheserelentlessthoughtsracedthroughTomsminddayandnight.Hetossedandturned,
neverquitegettingenoughsleep.Itwasntuntilhisworkwasaffectedthatsomeonenoticed.As
aworkerinthelargestsomafactoryintheWorldState,plummetingproductionratesiscausefor
greatworry.Sincesuchtroublesneverhappen,TomwastransferredtotheCentralLondon

HatcheryandConditioningCentrewherehewouldbeundersurveillancebygreatalphaminds
beforebeingreconditioned.
Tomsroomwasarathersmallspacewithjustenoughroomforabedandanadjoining
bathroom.Acamerawasmountedinthecornerbytheceiling,andvariousalphasstrolledinand
outofthedoorway,jottingdownwordsonaclipboardwhilemurmuringtheirthoughts.Every
itemintheroomwasthesameshadeofsterilewhite,fromthetilestothemandatoryclothing.It
wasenoughtomakeanyonegocrazy.LuckilyforTom,theflowoftrafficthroughhisroom
ceasedhowever,thedownsidesankinsoonsincethesilencewasmoredeafeningthanthe
shufflingoffeetandthescribblingofpens.
Asaresultofthelackofwindowsandclocks,itwasimpossibleforTomtotellhowlong
hehadbeenthere.Themindnumbingnothingnesswasstartingtogettohimwhentheredlight
onthecameraflickeredoffandtheautomaticlockonthedoorclickedopen.Hesitantly,Tom
testedhisnewfoundfreedom.Theheavydoorcreakedasitwaspushedfartherbutthereseemed
tobenooneinthehallways.Aftertakingacouplestepsawayfromcaptivity,Tomfelt
comfortableenoughtobrisklytraveldownthehall.Aquickglanceateveryintersection
confirmedthatnooneelsewasaround.Astheformerfactoryworkerslowedhispace,hecame
uponadiscardedcoat.Slippingthisonwouldinsurethathewouldntimmediatelyberecognized
assomeoneundersurveillance.
Inthedistance,faintvoicescarriedonaconversation.Uponcloserinspection,Tomcould
decipherwhatthevoicesweresaying.
Thesearetheincubators,anauthoritativevoiceannouncedfromaroundacorner.
Tomhungtoeverywordthevoicesaid,learningthetruthbehindeverychild.
Unfortunatelyforhim,thisinformationwasdesignedforalphamindsandhesoonbecamelost.
Tomgottheideathough:childrenarecreatedthroughalengthyprocessoffertilizationand
temperaturesjusttobeconditionedintoseparatecastes.Theyhavenochoice.Oncesomas
introduced,theywouldnthavemuchofachoicewithemotionseither.
ItwasinthatsplitsecondthatTommadeachoicehewouldtakeasmanychildrenashe
couldandraisethemawayfromsocietysgrasp.Theywouldhavetheirownemotions,theirown
lives,as
they
chose.
Whenthevoicesfaded,Tomtookhischance.Heemergedfromhishidingplaceand
pausedoutsideofthefertilizationroomsdoorandgazedupontherowsuponrowsofhealthy
embryos.Thefiveclosesttohimweremarkedforconditioningofthelowercastesforthe
followingmorning.SomethinginTomsparkedwhenheimaginedtinybodiesstretchingasfaras
theycouldreach.SomethingthattherestoftheWorldStatewouldfinddisgraceful.Something...
fatherly.

PartTwo
Tomthoughtabouthismarvelousidea,amiraculousresolution.Givingthosefive
fortunateeggsanopportunitytolove,feel,andevencrywasanhonorableact.AfterallSoma
wasjustashesawitanunrealisticcuretobecomingnumbsojustashesuddenlyplannedit,
dressedinwhiteandallhemaneuveredtosneakintothefertilizationroomandfinishedhis
commitment.Aftertakingthecreatureshedecideditwastimetoleavehedecidedtoforgetall
thatwasleftbehindhimtobeginliving.Hemusthavewalkedthroughthewholebuildinguntila
darkwoodendoorcrossedhisway,heknewitwastheexitduetoitswesternizedstyle.Alphas
likedtojokeabouttheuncivilizedwaysofasthecalledthemtheoldtimerssothey
collectivelydecidedtomakethisexitremarkable.Tomhadfinallyfledthebuilding,andwas
miraculouslyalivetotellit.Heran,ranasfastashecould.Fortunately,heknewexactlywhere
togo.Theislandinwhichallofthoseunwanted,inferiorDeltasweredisposed.That
unimaginable,unbearableplaceallofhisoncecolleaguesmurmuredabout.Itwasthesafestplace
toraisehisbabies,butitwouldbealongjourneybeforereachingisdestination.
TommusthavetraveledaboutfivehundredmileswesttofindtheislandnamedLoublia
frenchwordmeaningTheForgotten.Theseweretheleftoversofwhomsocietyignored,those
whommaladaptivebehaviorandsuddenimperfectionsmadethisasuitableplace.Finallyafter
arrivingtotheislandheatbecameanabrasivedangerforhiscreatures.Theywouldnotsurvive
underthisconditions,hehadtoactquickly.Tomdecidedtofindaplacetosettle,hebrought
enoughequipmentfromthefactorytobuildanincubator.Itwouldonlybeamatterofminutes
untilthefertilizedembryoswouldshapeintoliving,breathing,andsoontolovehumanbeings
anditbegan.Tomtookallthenecessarymeasurementsandinamatterofhoursbuilttheneeded
structure,hecarefullyplacedalloftheembryosandbeganthetransformation.Thirtythree
secondslatertheywerehere.Asublimefigureofhiscreation,ohhowdearlydidhislovereflect
upontheirbreathing,allsotenderandrelativelyyoung.Allofthefiveembryostransformedto
bechildrenallsodifferentyetsoequalincondition.Jakewasthenameofthefirstemerged
embryo.Daniel,wasthesecond.Lastly,Juliethethirdandsmallestinsize.Theywereallso
innocent,beautiful,andgenuine.Theirbodiesuniquelycreatedtorepresentthefigureofaliving
human.Thisdaywastheremarkablebeginningofanuniqueadventure.Tom,didashe

promised.HeraisedJake,Daniel,andJulietofeelallemotions.Theycriedonthedaysof
sadnessandlateronmethappinessandlaughter.Untiloneimmortalnightchangeditall.
ItwastheseventeenthofFebruary,ithadbeentenyearsfromtheirinitialarrivaltoearth
andjustliketheydideverynightJulieandDanielwereplayingchessbeforebed.Theydidthis
everynighteversinceDanielseighthbirthdaywhenTomgaveittohimasagift.Tonightbegan
justaseveryotherJulieandDanielwerealmostreadyforbedwhenaterriblecoughinterrupted
theirpreparation.Theybothrosefromthefloorasfastastheycould,thepowerfulcoughcame
fromanalternativebedroominthehouse.Whentheyarrivedtotheplacewherethetormentous
soundoriginatedtheyfoundJake.Hewaslayingonthegroundcoughing.Therewerenotany
signsofsickness,asamatteroffactJakewasprobablythehealthiestofall.Heneversuffered
eventheslightestcoldonwintertimes.Thisseemedimpossible,Danielanxiouslyassistedhis
brotherandsentJulietocallforTom.Whathappenedtoyou?!DanieltoldJake.Nothing,
nothing.Youwouldneverunderstand.YouaretoosmartforthesefeelingsJakeresponded
breathless.Ijustcan'tseemtounderstand.JustasDanielpronouncedthesewordsanoldrope
fellfromJakeshand.Jake!wereyoutryingtokillyourself?!DanielshookJakeonceagain
andastearsfelldownhisdelicatefacedanielresponded.Pleasedon'ttelldad.Ijustdidn'tfeel
well.UnlikeyouandJulieI'mnothappyallthetime.TomandJuliehurriedintotheroomand
beginquestioning.AllinallDanielmadethemleaveandpromisedeverythingwasok.
ThatnightaftereveryonewenttosleepJakelaidinbed.unabletoclosehiseyeshesat
andwondered.whycan'tigetridofthisfeeling.Thisconstantsadness.Thiswholeinmy
heart.Whatifthisisallmyfault,maybethewayiwascreated,adefectinfabrication,ormaybe.
Adefectwithinmyself.Jakecrieduntilhisenergywassecludedtotheeffortsofreleasinghis
sadness.Hiseyeswereasirritatedascouldbe,andabluffunderhisblueeyesweretheproofof
hissuffering.Icantkeepcryingforever.Ican'tallowmyselftolivelikethis.Ican'tallowit.
Can'tallowit.Ijustandtearsbeganrunningdownhisfaceagain.Stop!hescreamed.A
yellsosignificantthatallwithinhimwasfilledwithdetermination.Theremustbesomethingi
cando.Therehastobeawaytostopthesefeelings.Tomhadalwaysremindedhischildren
abouttherealityofliving,Heintendedtoteachthemaboutthebeautyofemotions.Justbeing
abletorejoiceinhappinessandtocryinanguishwastohimthemostvaluedgifthecouldgive

hischildren.But,aftersomanyyearsofapeacefullifeJakerealizedthathisdiscontentwas
comingfromalltheinfluenceofhisfather.Tomrarelyspokeabouthowhimandhissiblings
cametoexistence.Heonlyspokeindiscontentormadnessaboutalostplacefarawayfrom
homewhichhehated.HeremindedthemofhowluckyJakeandhissiblingsweretobealive.
Thatsit.!whatisijusttraveltothatcivilizedplace.Maybetheycouldhelpmysadnesswith
theirknowledgeinmedicine.JakeknewthatTomhadirrevocablyprohibitedeventheslightest
mentioningoftheplacebutitwasariskhehadtotake.AfteracoupleminutesofdebatingJake
packedthenecessaryitemsforthejourneyandleftinhopestofindacureforwhatheconsidered
adisease.
Hefollowedalistofinstructionshisfatherhadhiddenunderhisdesk.Thesewerethe
directionstogobackto
TheWorldCentre.
IttookJakearoundfourdaystoreachthecity,and
aftermilesofwalkinghewasconfrontedbyanenormousbillboard.Thiswasunlikeanything
Jakehadseenbefore.Somethingsomagicalandmysteriousthatdrovehisintellectualcuriosity
toanotherlevel.Heanxiouslybeganwalkingfaster,withineverysteptheviewofthissplendid
citybecamemoreclear.Allabundantofluxury,finecars,andwelldressedindividuals,whomall
appeartobehappy.
Happy
hethought.
Thesepeoplesurehavefuninthisplace.Mydadwas
lyingallalong!Hewasjustbeingselfish.Limitingusfromlivingthiskindoflife.whatan
irrationalman.
Jakewasexcited,sohedecidedtolookforthebigplaceshisdadhadalwaysprevented
himfromgoingto.ThebigbuildingsandhedecidedtoignorealloftheadvicehehadgivenJake
incaseofanemergency.Ashewalkedthroughtherefinedstreetshestoppedtoadmirethe
mannerismofthelocals.Allsoclassy,andhappy.Ashestaredaladyattheparkhesawhergrab
acontainerfromherpurse.Itlookedjustliketheoneonthebillboardhehadseenearlieron.
perhaps,itwaswellknown.Astheladytookthepillsintohermouthitwasonlyminuteslater
andshebegansmilingagain.Itwasjustasifnothinghadtakenplace.
Wow.ineedtogetthat.it
isfairlysimple,justtakethosepillsandyouwillbehappy.filled,rejoiceful,maybeicanbe
myselfagain.ItwasjustlikemagicJ
akethought.ThesocalledSomawasfarmoreaccessible
thanheimagined.Hewasabletobuysomearoundthecorneranddidnothesitatetogiveitatry.
Asheopenedthesealedcontainertwopillspoppedrightoutofthecap.Jaketookbothofthem

andsuddenly.
whatisthisfeeling?thisrushinmyveins,HAHAHAHA!!thisuncontrollable
laughter!Ijustdon'tunderstandHAHAHmaymaybeidon'tneedto!!
JakespentthenextfewdaysonhighdosesofSomaexperiencingextremehappinessand
alertness.afterthefourthdayhedecidedtobuyextrapackagesandgohome.Hekindamiss
seeingDanielandJuliePlaychessliketheydideverynightandevenhisfather.Afterdaysof
travelinghearrivedhome.itwaslateatnightandheexpectedtorunbackintohisroomandgo
tobedjustasusual.butjustashewalkedintobedDanieljumpedonhim.Youreback!!!!
Wherethehackhaveyoubeen?!weweresoworriedaboutyou?Iknow,iknow.Itsacrazy
story.Butyouneedtoknowthis.
JaketoldeverythinghehasseentoDaniel.heknewDanielwassomeonehecould
completelytrust.Itdidn'ttakeDanilongtorealizethatthispillhadanelementwithinthat
seemedtomakepeoplemomentarilyhappy.thatexplainedwhyeveryoneatthiscityseemedto
alwaysbeperfectlyfine.ThatwasthereasonTomhadabandonedthiscitywiththem.Jake!!
can'tyousee?ourdadwasjusttryingtoprotectusfromlivinglikethem.ourdadranawayso
thatwecouldmakeourowndecisionsandbehappy!Danielexclaimed.
Allofmylifeihavebeenabletolaughasmuchasiwant,crywheni'msad,arguewith
dadwheni'mangry,runawaywhenImlonely.Allofthistimeihavebeennothingbutan
ungratefulhumanbeing.Livingandtrulyfeeling.I'vebeenfortunateenoughnottobelikethe
others.Jakerespondedinrealization.Hecouldnotquiteyetcomprehendthemagnitudeofthe
matter,butheknewenoughtofeelsympathyforthosewholivedwithoutliving.Thinkabout
italltheseemotionsyoufeel.Theygiveyouthepowertomakeyourownchoices.They
motivateyoutomakeachange.Youdonthavetobealowfactoryworker.Lookatmydad!He
didntlikehowthingsweresohemadehisownchoices.Hegavehimselfrealhappiness.And
sure,thereweresomeprettylowtimes,butwithoutthosefordawfullows,youwouldntbeable
toappreciatehowhighyourhappinesscansoar.Somadoesntmakeyouhappy!Itjustnumbs
youtruehappinessiswhatmakeslifemeaningful.Sowouldyouratherfeelnothingorfeel
everything?