Mercury Trismagistus
Active Member
The Counselor picked up a copy of 420 Magazine and waited for his name to be called. He didn't need to look at a menu. The Guidance Officers already knew what he wanted and, even more importantly, they knew what he needed! His mind wandered back to the War Against the Synthetics and what it had cost him. He shuddered when he thought about the Apocalypse of the Re-Uptake Inhibitors. He had not come though it unscathed. He knew that for certain.
"Mr T.?"
He put down the magazine and looked up at the receptionist. She nodded with a smile and led him through the secure door and down the rows of testing stations to the Main Counter.
"Point five gram oil syringe again today Mr. T.?"
"Could you possibly make that an Indica?"
"Good."
As he headed back out the front entrance, the Counselor had a smile on his face and a song in his heart. Yet, as he waited for the Automatic Car to pull up alongside him at the curb, he couldn't help looking back over his shoulder at the electronic billboard over the Ministry of Plenty.
"Blessed of the State...Blessed of the Masses...Buy Now and Come Back Soon!"
He got into the AutoTrans, bent over, and held his head tightly between his hands. Ounces had Always been measured in Tenths. It was only right that it should be so. What a fool he had been to doubt it. And, as the tears welled up in his eyes, he looked hard at the Oil Syringe in his hand. It was time he faced the truth about himself. He shot a big dose into the Electronic Vaporizer and pushed the button.
It was on point.
The Counselor couldn't help but grin a big grin. After all his struggles, he was finally at peace. He didn't care anymore when they were coming. All he knew was this present moment. It was all he could ever know... all he could ever want. And in that instant, everything became crystal clear.
He was one with the Party at last.
He loved Big Brother.
"Mr T.?"
He put down the magazine and looked up at the receptionist. She nodded with a smile and led him through the secure door and down the rows of testing stations to the Main Counter.
"Point five gram oil syringe again today Mr. T.?"
"Could you possibly make that an Indica?"
"Good."
As he headed back out the front entrance, the Counselor had a smile on his face and a song in his heart. Yet, as he waited for the Automatic Car to pull up alongside him at the curb, he couldn't help looking back over his shoulder at the electronic billboard over the Ministry of Plenty.
"Blessed of the State...Blessed of the Masses...Buy Now and Come Back Soon!"
He got into the AutoTrans, bent over, and held his head tightly between his hands. Ounces had Always been measured in Tenths. It was only right that it should be so. What a fool he had been to doubt it. And, as the tears welled up in his eyes, he looked hard at the Oil Syringe in his hand. It was time he faced the truth about himself. He shot a big dose into the Electronic Vaporizer and pushed the button.
It was on point.
The Counselor couldn't help but grin a big grin. After all his struggles, he was finally at peace. He didn't care anymore when they were coming. All he knew was this present moment. It was all he could ever know... all he could ever want. And in that instant, everything became crystal clear.
He was one with the Party at last.
He loved Big Brother.
