In Defiance of Orbis
The story of Abel Knight.
It was an off day, here in the land of espionage and expensive tastes... yet still, somehow, a day like any other, and Abel Knight sighed.
Another day on the 31st floor.
Orbis was a gorgeous, impossibly beautiful place... with chrome-blue colored sleek silvery buildings, and a system of law and order impossible to
defy, even by the most rebellious citizens it contained. It was a land where choice was understood as a privilege, where the elites knew best, and the
citizens followed suit without a single question, comment, or second thought whatsoever...
That's just the way the Imperium liked it.
The Imperium was the top of the top, the head of all heads in the nation of Orbis... the elite government.
The Imperium was run by a handful of folks, and they controlled every RAC in the nation.
RAC stands for Regional Authority Center. Every region of Orbis had a local RAC, where people apply for vacations and update the information on their
chips. Every RAC was in charge of keeping tabs on the citizens, their daily lives, their locations, and most importantly, to keep an eye out for
anyone who could be considered a breaking threat.
A breaking threat was anyone, anything, or any trend that could possibly be considered rebellious or terroristic, or pose a threat to the security of
Orbis. And one didn't have to do much to become a breaking threat...
The invincible Orbis, it was called.
Even skipping a day at work without applying for "off time" at your local RAC could get you listed as a breaking threat. Breaking your usual routine
was not a smart move in Orbis... and it usually landed folks in hot water.
Abel sat behind his desk, his hands sliding behind his glasses, pressing into his blue eyes as he squeezed them shut, attempting to rub his usual
morning headache away, and he only half succeeded.
As a respected head of the Imperium, Abel found that he could occasionally break the rules without even a slap on the wrist... tiny rules. Starting
work late, breaking dress code, things like that. And he very much enjoyed it. After all, what would they do without him? They couldn't possibly
dismiss him... he took care of some of their dirtiest business. As brilliant as he was, Abel was, when he found himself in a good mood, quite
So, Abel could swipe as many enchiladas from his break room's freezer as he wanted. He didn't know who's enchiladas they were, and he didn't care. No
one ever confronted him about it.
Moments passed, and the sun began blazing into the great big office.
Abel peered out the gigantic window--the entire wall was made of glass. It was one big, monstrous window, revealing the beauty of the silvery shining
Orbis as the sun gave the city a blinding glare... it looked unreal.
His office rang with quietness, the only noise being the radio on his desk that he always allowed to play softly, at all hours of the day... each day,
when he'd spend the first fifteen minutes relaxing in his big, black, leather easy-chair, rifle through the mess of papers on his desk, sigh, then
stare out the glass at the world of Orbis outside... and it was a magnificent view from the top floor of his Region's Imperial Tower. He'd sit around
for an hour or so before he'd think about starting on whatever work needed done.
Abel adjusted his long, black ponytail so it would lie easily upon his back. He gazed into Orbis again longingly, the beauty of the place suddenly
reminding him of his daughter...
Sixteen years old, and growing. My, how she'd grown...
Time certainly flew. It seemed almost like yesterday when he was trying to shove her into a Transport at age five.. as he remembered her frantic cries
of fear, he grinned, staring into the city, wishing he could somehow summon his daughter into his office.
They hardly saw one another anymore.
Abel worked twice as long as he used to...
Abel looked off, trying to remember his own
first Transport ride, though he couldn't manage to.
A Transport was a silverish-blue pod that transported everyone in Orbis to whatever location they were assigned that day. Cars, bikes, walking,
airplanes... none of them existed anymore. Now, the roads consisted of rails, almost like train tracks, where the Transports zoom through the city at
over 200 mph, transporting citizens from one location to another, day after day...
Everyone used a Transport, every day.
It was illegal to walk on the roads... and also quite dangerous. A big, metal pod going 200 mph could rip through a human being like tissue...
As Abel's thoughts drifted away from his work, he continued staring into the great nation of Orbis, running a finger over the palm of his left hand,
rubbing the lump.
Everyone had a small lump on their left hand.
Because everyone in Orbis was chipped.
Chipping was a first priority here in Orbis whenever a new baby is born... chipping even comes before cleaning the baby, or giving it shots.
Everyone's chip contained their medical records, their serial number, their age, weight, height, qualifications, and every other form of individual
information imaginable. Without a chip, one would not legally exist in Orbis.
But that, of course, was a ridiculous thought.
Living without a chip?
It was impossible.
After all, outside of Orbis, as everyone knew, was a place known as "dead land."
It was the radioactive ruins of a once-wicked world, the world of the past, a world that annihilated itself with war, bombs, fire and brimstone...
It was uninhabitable for human beings, or any other living creature. Within the walls of Orbis was the only safe, livable place left on the planet,
after the great war...
Well... that's what's taught in the schools of Orbis, anyway.
Abel, however, knew better...
Knock knock knock.
Abel blinked, his mind snapping back into reality. He glanced at the double doors across the office.
"Yes?" He said.
"Sir? May I come in?" Came an easy, light voice from the other side of the wooden doors.
Abel recognized the voice; it was his assistant, Jules.
"If you have nothing better to do, sure." Abel said, slacking back in his chair, placing his feet atop his desk, relaxing. "But I should warn you... I
interesting going on in here."
A slim, skinny man slipped inside through the doors, then gently pushed them shut. He was a clean-cut guy, who had dark, shiny brown hair, slicked
back behind his ears, and like Abel, he was wearing a black suit.
Like everyone in the Imperium.
"Come to skip some work time?" Abel asked, smirking. "I have scrabble."
"Sir, I have... news." Jules said.
Abel narrowed his gaze at Jules. He knew, almost at once, that something was wrong.
"Yeah?" Abel said, his tone darkening.
"Another breaker, sir." Jules stated, holding up a thin collection of papers.
Abel's expression went blank, his eyes cumbersome, looking serious behind his rectangular glasses.
A "breaker" was a short term that many people used to describe a breaking threat.
"Another one." Abel said with an empty voice.
"Ah... afraid so, sir." Jules said, looking down.
Abel eyed him.
"Where." He said darkly.
, sir." Jules replied.
There was a long, painful pause.
Abel glared into Jules heatedly.
"Here." Abel said. "Breaker. Here.
"Yes... I'm as shocked as you are, sir." Jules said, sounding terribly uncomfortable.
Breaking threats occurred with citizens... but never
within a RAC, or God forbid, within the elite Imperium itself. This was unthinkable.
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