The island that the Society resided on was created decades ago as some sort of prison. At least that was what I heard when I first awoken from the surgery. Decades ago in the outside world, prisons had begun to grow crowded. Many criminals ran free since there was simply no more room to imprison them. A solution was proposed. The criminals were to be sent away to an island. They were to be sorted into different groups by a group of scientists and then underwent a memory surgery, erasing their pasts. They would wake up with a new name and a new identity, confused as to who they were or how they got there.
They handed me an identification card: Nila L’anme, supervisor of the Cronus class. This was my name and that was my job. My group was located within the Entrance Hallway, inspecting each and every member of the society who passed through the building to reach their destination.
It was a quiet day, only a few Society members passed through the area. The hallway had been silent until I heard loud, confident footsteps. Maybe if she had meekly tiptoed by with her head hanging down I would have simply let her pass without a word, as she was a member of the Veritas class, but something about the way she carried herself down the hall made me stop her.
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Nobody bothered to question me about the child I held in my lap, they were all much too weary for it. I looked around, noticing that I was the only male on the small lifeboat besides the crew member who was leading us through the dark waters, blowing on his whistle to search for survivors in the sea of bodies. The bloated corpses of the passengers floated in the water and we tried our best to avoid glancing at them.
When the ship first started to drop their lifeboats in the waters, I tried bribing one of the crew members to let me onboard a lifeboat. I was coldly rebuffed by the man who stated that they were only allowing women and children currently. Angered, I ran back into the crowd of people, struggling to find a way to save myself.
It was then when I noticed a child, barely a toddler, crying on deck for his mother who was nowhere to be found. Without thinking, I quickly scooped the child up into my arms, dashing to the other side of the ship where I heard they were releasing lifeboats as well.
“This is my son,” I lied. “I’m all he has left in this world, please! You’ve got to let me stay with him.” The man quickly allowed me into the boat. I watched as people still scurried around the ship like rats.
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i. noon
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Despite its ornate decorations and the sheer size of the institution’s entrance hallway, an important place of first impressions regarding The Society and its people, a feeling of claustrophobia never fails to cloud the air; perhaps it was the way the chandelier floated effortlessly above the members as they walked briskly and purposefully to their next destination, the way the large glass windows at each end seemed to open up to the horizons of the vast fields of sienna wastelands, or the way the unsettling eyes of The Society’s past presidents (whose portraits hung between the marble pillars) stares into the empty chasm between the two walls. Nevertheless, one never spends too much time in the entrance hallway.
From here, one had three choices of where to go – four if he includes the choice of walking out the front door back to where he came from. The first branching of the hallway on the left leads to the grand houses of the different classes, where the infamous mechanical induction room may be found, as well as the society member’s lodgings, cafeteria, classrooms and training grounds; the second and third branches leads further underground to areas of higher restricted access, reserved only for the class supervisors and directors.