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Foray Into Fiction: It The Individual

Community Services are not concerned with the death of a Member found early this morning. It was found dead outside in the public, and was discovered by a Community Services Member conducting its duties for the public.

“It was well known to Community Services,” said Community Services Officer 741920. “We had obliged it many times for a contribution to the community for not carrying it’s personal identification sharing device. It always would tell us it ‘refused to be obliged’ and that it ‘refused to contribute’. It said its name was ‘Perrin McCormick’, and it said it was 'not a Member, but an individual'. It said it owned a factory once called the ‘Perrin McCormick Bakery and Confectionary Company’ before what it said 'the socialists stole it from me'. It obviously was a denier, and a criminal for engaging in private enterprise, but it was a Member, so we were obligated to take care of it, but it would not allow us to do so. It denied everything.”

We at the Community Services Information Service searched all government commerce records, and without any doubt, the ‘Perrin McCormick Bakery and Confectionary Company’ could never have existed since no private enterprise is legal. However, it is known that private enterprise did once exist, it was once legal, in the time before such evil, created by untempered individual freedom, was finally purged from society along with its cause: the selfish wants of the individual.

It came to the end of the report, and its reading device went into sleep mode. A wave of sadness flowed over it. It new It. It knew It was telling the truth. It knew the real evil. It had secret images of the factory, documents, all kept on paper to prevent detection. It knew of others who had information of a time when individual freedom was allowed. A time when dreams, occupation, knowledge, ignorance, religion, tradition, temptation, life, death, failure, success, love and memories could be a part of its, one’s, life. One once had individual rights. One once had individual choice. One once had individual freedom.

Its device beeped and awoke from its sleep mode. Its ID number came on screen. Frequent check ins were required. It must log in. It paused. It was prompted again; and then it was warned. It watched the countdown on the screen. It felt the feeling stronger than it had ever felt before. It whispered its forbiden name to itself, and with purpose it spoke these words out loud: “I refused to be obliged. I refused to contribute. I am an individual. I will be free.”, then it threw the device to the ground, and it ran.

(Inspired by, Anthem, by Ayn Rand)

(c) Trevor Dailey

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