Justice brings the gavel down on Remo the Sinner (Misfit Poet Translation)

Justice brings the gavel down on Remo the Sinner (Misfit Poet Translation)

A Chapter by Tim Lion

I Timco 1:2 For Justice so loathed the mortals, that he held them accountable for their instinctual urges, that whosoever tread upon that which he had forbidden, would not perish, but find living death and everlasting torture on the Earth.

 

Justice brings the gavel down on Remo the Sinner (Misfit Poet Translation)

 

So it came to pass, that in those dark days, a man named Remo walked the Earth. Remo was a carefree long pig with no true need to be called “a decent human.” Remo took many wives, and sired many children. His large family lived on what his land provided, and took no more than they needed. His wives and children all toiled in the dust with him, and reaped many bountiful crops, and built many sturdy homes of the trees that grew in the vast forest.

 

Justice was outraged by the actions of this mortal madman. The Six Rules of Proper Mortal Conduct had been laid out for all humans to read.

 

The 6 laws were these:

 

1) No man or woman shall abstain from, or cease in his/her contribution to The Great Mass Production for any reasons other than injury, illness or death.

 

2) No man or woman shall take more than a single mate as such practices tend to cause dereliction of one’s duties to The Great Mass Production.

 

3) No man or woman shall use raw resources for any other reason than to enrich The Great Mass Production without the consent of the Cold Trinity or the overseers it has assigned to such matters.

 

4) No man or woman shall parent more than two children, as such practices make it difficult to carry out one’s duties and train those children in the ways of The Great Mass Production.

 

5) No man or woman shall, in any way, speak out against or attempt to bastardize the noble efforts of the Cold Trinity or the Great Mass Production.

 

6) No man or woman shall attempt to purchase, trade or barter for goods outside of the structural boundaries approved of by the Cold Trinity, as such practices may harm the integrity and function of The Great Mass Production.  

 

Justice gathered all of the humans of Remo’s locality together for his trial. Remo stood silent as judgment was passed. Justice spoke in a fierce voice that sounded like metal scraping metal. The entire crowd winced as he spoke.

 

“This rebellious long pig has broken all six of The Rules of Proper Mortal Conduct. He has made a lifestyle of mocking the efforts of the Cold Trinity, and The Great Mass Production. He is, hereby, sentenced to an everlasting life of industrial toil without rest. His homes and family shall be burned, and his land shall be given into the custody of the Cold Trinity for the furtherance of The Great Mass Production.”

 

When he’d finished speaking, Justice brought his giant gavel down on a stone mountaintop. The thunderous crash was gut-rattling. The congregation of mortals cowered in fear.

 

Then, C&S stood beside him and spoke in a voice so lovely that all living things stopped to listen.

 

“Let this be a lesson to any of you who wish to break the sacred laws we’ve laid out. The laws are for the good of all, and The Great Mass Production must be at the center of your lives or it will fail. If it fails, then your race fails with it. If it crumbles, then your lives will crumble also. Such is the delicate order of civilized mortal existence.”

 

Then, Hubris, without speaking, brought down his mighty fist. Armies dressed in grey armor marched in from all directions. Some held giant axes, others held flamethrowers, still others held large guns. They openly killed and burned each of Remo’s wives and children. Then, they burned every one of his houses, and the contents of said houses, to piles of thin ash. A black fog fell and a great wind blew. All of the gathered mortals shielded their faces. When they looked up it was all gone. The Cold Trinity, Remo’s homestead and family and the armies had all vanished. It was as if nothing had been there in the first place.

 

The congregation scattered, and ran back to their assigned boxes. The story of Remo the Sinner's demise became scripture passed among generations as an example of what would happen to those who broke the six laws.

 

Remo was turned into metal by the some strange magic wielded by Justice, melted down by the fiery stare of C&S and molded into a large gear by the hammer of Hubris. He was, then, placed in a factory that fueled The Great Production. Every time the gear turned, the workers could hear ghostly screams echoing through the building.

 

The Cold Trinity had prevailed in saving the order of human life and smashing a vicious threat to The Great Mass Production. A lesson was learned by all and the cyclical nature of existence returned to its former glory. Other such men as Remo arose from time to time. All were treated with the same swift action and harsh punishment. The Great Mass Production churned on.  



© 2011 Tim Lion


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I see George Orwell had a love child or two... Lessons of the Great Mass Production... which has metamorphosed into the great debt consumerism.... but you story is far more Olympian. The coldness of it all is well established. The stylization is unique, economic, yet portrays the authority figures in very individually unique terms. The long pigs, very generic, sired an individual, Remo... it was his individuality, his recognizability -I think- that was more an offense to the GMP than his actions. Again, grand symbolism.
ok, now on to chapt. 3..... still taking dares?

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I await chapter 3, because this is the scripture that would freak the s**t out of Stalin and Mao alike.

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Waiting for the next chapter. Same brilliant writing I saw in the first chapter.

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While I'm reading this I hear John Galt's words:
"I swear by my life and my love of it that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for mine." This has shades of Ayn Rand in its philosophy, and George Orwell in its allegory.
Excellent piece.

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I see George Orwell had a love child or two... Lessons of the Great Mass Production... which has metamorphosed into the great debt consumerism.... but you story is far more Olympian. The coldness of it all is well established. The stylization is unique, economic, yet portrays the authority figures in very individually unique terms. The long pigs, very generic, sired an individual, Remo... it was his individuality, his recognizability -I think- that was more an offense to the GMP than his actions. Again, grand symbolism.
ok, now on to chapt. 3..... still taking dares?

Posted 13 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

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nice!! you have a brilliant voice in these - the way you tell the story is almost as good as the story!!! fascinating writing - kept me attentive the whole way through - pausing here and there to ponder the madness... then like any addict picking up where I left off!! oh how people are made examples of - those screams will echo for years passed on through word of mouth!! another brilliant write!

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I'm not sure who C&S is, but this reads like a biblical parody of industrialization. Kind of depressing, but it makes the reader think.
"Remo was turned into metal by the some strange magic wielded by Justice,..." I'm not sure what is meant by "some," perhaps "same?"
All in all, great writing. It is easy to make parallels between our world's governments today and The Great Mass Production.

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Nice. This made me sad, but kept me giggling throughout. I love the victorious ending. LOL! How it makes the demigods sound like the good guys. You're really cooking on this thing.

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