Short Story / The Greater Good
A lot of people say I was a strange kid, then again, anything that’s different from the norm is considered strange. The public has no perspective. Most kids have Superman, and Batman as their heroes. Kids don’t see the story though, they only see a guy beating up bad guys for the greater good, blissfully unaware that the greater good is an opinion, a perspective. No, my heroes weren’t spandex clad goons who felt the need to protect society’s interest. My heroes were politicians and rock stars. Politicians who pimp countries out to the highest bidder, “give me the most money and I’ll give you what you need”, legal drug dealers, dealing in power. Rock stars who played electric madness that poured out from their souls, debauchery at the highest levels, drugs, disease, sex, alcohol, and immense power, the power to move the crowd to the bands every whim. Forget Superman I’ve never seen him getting laid. I’ve never witnessed Superman impose his rulings over entire countries. The only thing I’ve ever seen Superman do is be a bitch to society, “Oh no ,save me, SAVE ME!!!” They shout, and he’s off, drops what he’s doing and goes and saves them. Well, some people don’t deserve to be saved. What about Batman? He hangs out with an underage boy who calls him self robin, I bet he even sings a sweet song when ole Batman shoves it in his ass. Power my friends, true power, is having command over people, forcing others to do your bidding, and they do it with a smile because they just want to help the greater good.
In school I never had many friends, I didn’t want any, reliance is weakness. I made sure to it that others relied on me, if someone needed something I got it for them. All of this in exchange for a favor, it didn’t really matter what, as long as I had that pull, that influence. By the time my Senior year of high school rolled around I knew everyone and everyone knew me. I knew everything that happened in that school, I even had the teachers in my grasp. Yes, school was fun, the overall intelligence at my high school was on something like the sixth grade level. Mental manipulation is easy when the people you’re exploiting have been raised with a sheep mentality. They’ve all been taught reliance, “I need to fit in so I can have friends cause I don’t know what to do with myself if no one is telling me what to do.” I Don’t condemn the company of people, I had many relationships in high school, I just realized that they didn’t have to dictate my life.
College was merely a stepping stone in the long run, it went much the same as high school. The difference being that some people were above the sheep mentality. So, the intelligent ones became my running mates, and the rest became our subjects.
I became a senator at thirty, I had people throwing money at me, campaign finance was all donations, all my television ads were paid for by other people. True power, I had obtained a legion of followers they flocked to my press conferences, my debates, every time I went somewhere a mob of devout followers came in tow. They cheered after every sentence I spoke, they rushed to shake my hand, all the while smiling because they only want to help the greater good. I smiled too, but not for the greater good, for my good, I had the power, I controlled these people and they would follow me as long as I fed them what they wanted to hear.
Now I’m your ruler, and you’re locked in your house, the hollow blue light of the television is all that illuminates your small one room home. Apparently you thought it was a good idea to not have to take the time to eat, we’ll just hook up a feed tube that dumps directly into your stomach. Don’t worry about getting up from your couch though, you don’t have to walk anymore thanks to electrodes placed in your legs that work the muscles just enough, so they don’t deteriorate. Never mind what’s actually being played on your T.V. you see what you want to see thanks to brain implants that broadcast your dreams to your eyes. Never mind about windows you don’t need to see the outside, it’s filled with horrors beyond belief, it’s dangerous there, you have everything you need in your house, isn’t that blue light soothing.
Thanks for the money people, thanks for the votes, thanks for the power, real power. I’ll call on you if you’re needed again, command you to my every whim. I’ve used electricity to capture your soul, and then enforced my rule over you and you’ll smile and do it, because it’s all for the greater good, my good. The greater good is an opinion, the public has no perspective.
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Unfortunately, I think the real the story is how this narrator became a senator, not really his craven egoism or sociopathic attitude. I have a few problems with the way the opening paragraph establishes his character. You reference comic book characters as common heroes for kids. Apparently, the narrator was only concerned with coercion and sexuality even as a small child. That doesn’t make any sense whatsoever and think it’s a poor contrast. Also, I don’t think the admiration of rock stars makes any sense either. The social effects you reference are about the loss of self control and debauchery, yet nothing else about the narrator suggests that he would admire these traits. He seems preoccupied with intentional social manipulation with a purpose, namely more power and influence for himself, so how does debauched self destruction fit in again? The sci-fi turn at the end seems very out of place and awkward to me as well. The narrator goes to all this trouble to obtain influence just to try to turn his supporters into worthless, agentless, atrophied slugs? How does that make sense? What’s the point of having power over inert subjects? Also, senators must wield some kind of dictatorial power in this world. In the world I live in, most of them just hide in sub-commitees and crawl out once every four years to kow-tow to PACs and special interest groups. A far cry from absolute control.
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