The Sorter position is a rotating position every citizen shares for one month of the year. The Sorters maintain and adjusts the positions as according to the Sources, which comprise of several non-human sentient beings. I guess you could say they are our elders in regards to evolution they have been on the earths millions of more turns than humans have – we are practically the children, if that. We are dedicated one month out of 13. The month which ur chosen is random. I’m typically chosen fairly early in the year, it’s just random.
Time drags. Sorting is isolating, tiring, and violent. How Middy could smile is beyond me, how do they cope? I’ve started to meditate and leave my body. I don’t feel worms in my head outside of it. Maybe Middy is out of theirs too.
Clever dreams of Clove
I’m outside of my body when I see Clove. It’s random. I wish she wasn’t there. It’s the balance sheet. Clove was meant to be somewhere better. There has to be another field where she can dance. Clove was sorted to balance. I was ordered to kill Clove. I had to kill her. No one goes hungry when the numbers are correct. There must always be the correct number of people, always monitored, there’s nothing that can escape it, we even know when a breeze will occur at what coordinates and the possibility of it sweeping someone’s hair, which then flings the particle caring organisms to communicate with the hive mind, with the Sources. I see Clove burning in front of me, no one minds the ashes nearby. My heart feels like it’s ruptured inside my chest, leaking a fiery liquid down my stomach lining. I moved away from this reaction. I’m outside of my body and so is she. But I couldn’t be outside of it for long, my throat was tightening, i had to clench my teeth, and squint my eyes to keep from exploding. It never was release.
beads of volcanoes line my core
ROTATE ORDER UNDER NO DIRECTION
We make rounds. This is how our society operates. We make rounds. We take turns. It is only necessary for our survival, for the systems survival. That’s what they’ve began to indoctrinate the children to repeat at least, to a point where they will not remember whether they made the choice or not, at that age, they will never not believe the Source.. The psycho-mathematicians are the one’s who justify it all. They are the ones who give us logical evidence to the structure. They try to make it make sense. They act as though they have dissected a god.
The next day Clever dreams of the most beautiful day. She mentalizes a perfect world
