A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 077, Sunday
March 18th, 2018
Chapter Seven: Addiction
The Collective was a society of psychic and emotional vampires living vicariously off of the Empire. Both it, and the Continuum which it spawned were parasitic, feeding off the lives and experiences, the joy and the trauma of trillions of people.
The Collective, both as individuals and in the whole, as the Continuum, consumed the delights and the tragedies of a Million worlds. Without which it had no substance, no meaning, and no purpose.
While it was true that the members of the Collective were an inward looking people, over the course of billions of years it had also become clear that it required a constant stream of new datum to absorb. Without real stimuli from actual people caught in the struggles of real life, the membership was prone to catatonia.
It would atrophy, giving way to entropy, and dissolution.
The Collective was a society of ghosts. It did not have to be this way. The membership had the means to leave the quantum field that held them together in its perpetual embrace. Only a tiny fraction ever did.
The collective wanted what it wanted and experienced no ethical dilemma in the pursuit of those desires.
The Continuum made sure that the body was fed.
Both agencies saw the galactic Empire, and everyone in it as chattel, as property, as less than that.
The hopes of the Imperial citizens, from the lowest to the highest were absolutely meaningless. Or, more accurately, they only had meaning insofar as they were of value to at least one member of the Collective, witnessed by the Continuum and stored in its vacuous memory. The Continuum would gladly burn the whole thing down if it provided the requisite level of drama for the members.
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