A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 293, Saturday
October 20th, 2018
Chapter Six: Orthodoxy
He learned to differentiate between the articles of faith he was expected to promote as his beliefs, and the convictions he held in heart.
He exercised the greatest care concerning the manner in which he expressed himself. There was no privacy, he knew that he was under observation at all times, even in the inner most sanctum of his private dwelling.
A casual comment could change the fate of a planet.
What he held in his heart, was never the same thing as he could give voice to.
His survival, and the lives of billions upon billions of people depended on it.
The higher he ascended into the mysteries, the more he felt he was shackled by the dogma and tradition of the Imperial Cult
It was a prison of the mind, a prison without walls.
His circumstances were unique. None of his peers experienced the same things, little was expected of them, they were merely functionaries, fulfilling roles, like cast members in a play, like the extras.
He, on the other hand, had a following. It was unprecedented, he had no experience of this, and neither did the magisterium.
The Continuum was fascinated by the control he exercised, the care he gave, as was the Collective. They followed him closely, and obsessed on the successive waves of consequences that flowed from his most casual utterances.
The Observer Core was tasked with manipulating his life and circumstances daily.
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