Chapter 194
Josalia nodded. "Please wait a moment." She turned around and spoke with an attendant standing behind her.
They nodded and walked away.
I gave her a nod. "Thanks."
"You have very interesting ideas," Gordon told me. "When and how did you come up with that? A world in which violence is the way to rule... terrifying and fascinating."
I arched an eyebrow. "Has literature not explored that before?"
He smiled. "Well, yes... but not to the level you mention. And I have to admit that I can’t suspend my disbelief enough where I find interest in a world without Halves. Too... unrealistic for my taste."
I hummed in thought. "Well," I began and told him of a world where the ruling elite is deathly desperate to perpetuate their position of power, otherwise they’d be held accountable of the crimes their rotted beliefs have brought about. A world in which ignorance is a systematic weapon to control the masses. Where people are treated like cattle to be exploited at every possible chance. Where dreams die before they have the chance to even bud. A world in which, through lies and deceit, the populace is put against each other in pointless fights that serve no purpose other than to blame others for atrocities the ruling class push them to. A world where the price of life is so high most don’t agree to it and choose not to live. A world in which hope is manufactured and artificial, plus sold at obscene prices.
I also told him of the good, despite being very little of it due to the ever consuming machine of greed poisoning culture and faith.
I failed, however, circling back to telling him of how people, despite not interacting with literature most of the time, have to suspend their disbelief in everyday life to simply not crumble under the pressure of reality and how disjointed it is, resulting in people becoming mentally ill. Where the very idea of a better society is called a utopia because the sea of horror that is life is drowning imagination and motivation, and how easy and comfortable riding the wave of profitable values is.
Gordon listened in silence, his expression turning darker the deeper into the rabbit hole I took him.