When ‘We’ Doesn’t Include You
It started early for me, for by the time I remember remembering things, I was already being raised differently. A statistical variation, so common as to be ignored this far into the fall, raised by a grandma without a husband.
Just a dab of backstory to say that my sense of alienation is well-worn, and now that it’s flared up so severely on the societal level — to the point my tongue-in-cheek “I’m just waiting til they round up people like me” is mostly not tongue-in-cheek.
It’s ALL a LARP!
We imagine futures, or pieces of futures — moments from futures. It’s evolutionarily probably our major advantage over our competitors. We run simulations of potential behavior in our heads and then don’t actually burn the calories of trying half the stupid shit we think of.
In one such, I can imagine my life ending while I’m screaming the above subtitle, “It’s ALL a LARP!” In fact, there’s a whole plethora of scenarios where I’m screaming those as my last words as I’m swallowed by some violent manifestation of human ignorance and/or suggestibility. Perhaps I just have a self-demise fetish.
It really is though, all a LARP. I think I’ll open your mind to the possibility if you keeping reading, so you might want to bounce to keep your sanity intact. Scroll down though, without reading, for reasons…
So, what sold it for me was a picture of the burnt-offering time. It was featured in that Zeitgeist Jackson movie and was of a bunch of humans letting a handful of humans round them up onto a train. There was nothing but a pyscho-logical set of belief structures that kept a handful of men from rushing the handful of men with guns and changing the fate of humanity forever.
You might dismiss that ‘fate of humanity forever’ line as hyperbole, but it’s so very very not. As part of the Time-Traveler’s Oath, you have to accept responsibility for the potential suffering that might be caused by alterations you make or fail to make to the timeline you become active in.
Both Bastards and Historians can tell you the difference a life can make. I came across a book once that traced part of my line back, and I remember there being over 700 people that happened because one man lived. So, while a handful of humans breaking-character and rushing a handful of hard-LARPing guards… well, maybe one kids of one of the people who lives makes some other kid 700 or so down the line, that just happens to make a difference.
Timelines man.
They didn’t though. They went along with the LARP. With the Social Construct. Obedience is safety. Obey to preserve the gene-line.
They had thought they were part of the social “we”, but then society turned on them. Rhetorical speeches were given by the man who has engendered more time-traveler fantasies than even … well, he’s got the most. He gave the people something to hate, and they were suddenly not part of the “We the People” anymore.
“It’s all a bullshit LARP, and Nobody Gives a Shit™”
