A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 073, Wednesday
March 14th, 2018
Chapter Three: Apathy
The Collective had no sense of time. It had no sense of its place among the stars. The members of the Collective spent as much in the past, reliving it, as they did the present. The members spent even more time idling away in realms of fantasy, completely disconnected from any of the events that the Continuum was enmeshed in.
Time’s passage was represented by markers, as if a given moment was only a location on a map. The members of the Collective could not return to it in actuality, but they could recreate a facsimile of it.
They could have any moment under its wide lens reconstructed for its pleasure, excitement, discernment and analysis.
The Continuum was the center of everything. The amalgamated consciousness of the Collective was intimately aware of time’s passage. It managed the physical well-being of the Central Planet, the endless stream of material resources pouring in from the Empire, minerals and machinery from a million worlds.
The Collective managed the government of the Empire, its vast military, and the religious structures that supported it. Continuum managed the programming for the artificial reality of each and every member of the Collective, for those sequestered in the Great Sleep, a trillion beings.
The membership did nothing.
Members of the collective had no responsibility, no cares except their private concerns. They had little connection to one another, and no connection to the living world.
They risked nothing, and had no stake in the drama of life.
The deep spiritual malaise of the Collective was self-consuming.
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