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Our Fair Earth
Writer's Cramp Entry April 21/22. The Earth in the year 2209.
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(465 words)

The year 2029.
The place Fair Earth.

Much has changed in the last 100 years for the planet earth. In the year 2109, World War IV took place. In a matter of seconds, the advanced war technologies of the nations ripped apart the barriers of time and space. The clash of weaponry opened a rift to another dimension. With the door opened and Earth weakened, the armies of this other plane invaded. 24 hours later, the aliens had taken complete control and began reshaping the world in their image.

Now, on the 100th anniversary of what is known as The Awakening, the Ruler of the United Fair Earth delivers the Remembrance Speech. Safe in the protective spheres and runes etched in the Rhombus Office, the Ruler closes its eye coverings as it hovers above the ground, its wings beating steadily. Long, lanky and androgynous as typical of the Fair Ones, it reaches up with its four digit hands and presses the middle two digits against either side of its hairless, elongated head. The speech, like the few other planet-wide announcements, is sent telepathically straight into everyone’s minds.

“Council of High Elders, Members of M.A.G.I.C., distinguished bands of brotherhood and denizens of Our Fair Earth.

100 years have passed since the moment of Awakening. The Awakening is when this decrepit, war-torn world was liberated from its oppression and wastefulness. The Champions of Light and Good rode through the rift, slaying the tyrants and despots that ruled with an iron fist.

Though confused at first, the populace of Old Earth was soon brought to the light and freed from their limitations. In their wisdom and mercy, the Liberators flew into the minds of the race called humans. Once touched, the humans were born anew as the Groundlings.

It is Our pleasure to announce the celebration of 100 years of war-free and strife-free life for all denizens on Our Fair Earth. No one goes wanting or hungry. All peacefully play their role in Our prosperous society.”

As the Ruler continues the five hour long speech praising the advancements of peace and cleanliness of the world, pentillions of Groundlings trudge through the deep earth, mining precious ores and materials to support the desires of the world above. As promised by the Ruler, they want for nothing. They are fed simple pills every morning that sustains them till the next morning. They are kept clean and healthy.

For 100 years ago, the humans’ minds and wills were wiped and turned into Groundlings. New generations are born for a single purpose, to serve the Fair Ones. The Fair Ones had been on the verge of extinction, their world depleted from over-indulgence. The rift had saved them. This time they would maintain a balance using the Groundlings to keep them well grounded.
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