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Post by laura on Nov 16, 2005 13:29:01 GMT -8
This is a few months old and I haven't worked on it in awhile, but...
This idea was sparked when my friend Alissa and I were on our way to the Renaissance Faire, contemplating what civilizations inside our minds would be like. Here's mine.
Just a few notes to help you understand it better:
LaLaLand: Where the sky is purple, the clouds are yellow, the grass is cerulean, and water is like liquid mercury and dirt is like glitter (which makes mud really purty). Most inhabitants of LaLaLand are the artists–the Writers, the Actors, the Philosophers, the Daydreamers, the Puppeteers. Collectively, they are the Egos. Population: 16,000
Little Krakow: Where the Polish live. Population: 8,000
Little Barcelona: Where the Bilinguals live. Population: 5,000
Sedah: The city of darkness. Here are all the Paranoids (pair-ah-NO-ids), the Cynics, the Villains, the Sarcasmos, and the Rebels. Collectively, they are the Ids. Population: 10,000
Anavrin: The city of light. Here are all the Givers, the Angels, the Superheroes, the Truthies, and the Obedients. Collectively, they are the Superegos (or “Supers” for short). Population: 15,000
Reggay: The headquarters of a selective mafia run by Lars V. Cocoa, the members of which are spread throughout the land, but have one thing in common, and it’s not just that they’re the only men which exist in this land... Population: Unknown
In the center of the land, in the center of LaLaLand specifically, is the stronghold of LiBiK, the only entity ruling over all, appearing only in the form of a hovering, spherical object that is soft, fuzzy, shiny, and sparkly. The only one who can relay communication directly to LiBiK is known as the Operator.
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Post by ScarletMornings on Nov 16, 2005 13:31:11 GMT -8
omg. that is brilliant. where do you come up with this stuff?!?!
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Post by laura on Nov 16, 2005 13:31:23 GMT -8
“We need a new Operator!”
That was the general consensus among the population of Laura. Things were so out of sorts that they weren’t Certain LiBiK wasn’t going insane.
The Operator worked at the Central Office, not 100 yards from LiBiK. She sat at her switchboard with her headset on 24/7 without rest, so naturally, she got bored.
“Lars, honey, are you serious?” She was talking to #53 of the hundreds of Larses who infiltrated Laura years ago. “Really? Lars VC did that? Get outta here! Ugh, hold on, I got another call.” Pulling and replacing plugs on the switchboards, she received the call. “Operator; whaddya want?...A new story idea? Let me check the bulletin...” The story bulletin was already overfull. Operator had stopped keeping track after awhile. “Yeah, yeah, all right, I’ll put you through to LiBiK.” As Operator moved some more plugs, the message on the marquee scrolling on the wall above her changed from “Studying for history” to “Brainstorming.” She then switched back to her conversation. “Now, what about Lars VC?...You’re kidding...!”
The Printing Room in Central Warehouse suddenly shut down. All the workers groaned in unison. “Not again!”
“I’ve barely even got one copy of the information printed out!” one complained.
“If Laura fails with the history information inspection,” the warden predicted, “we’ll have another issue coming in!”
“And the Subscription Room is already full!” said another, opening the door to the Subscription Room where stacks of issues were piled high.
“They get old and expire pretty fast, though, some of ‘em,” said another, pulling out an issue labeled Job Hunt. “See? This one’s dated May-July 2005. ...with a bad article on ‘Application Integrity.’ This can be recycled.”
“Recycled? Just throw it out. You know we’ll get a whole new one during Winter Break.”
“But don’t you think the gals on the Experience Floor might want to file it?”
“Don’t need to; LiBiK made sure it all went down in the Diary.”
Meanwhile, Writer#168 was off to brag to the others about her latest idea she patched through, but they didn’t even let her get past saying, “I called up the Operator on an idea, and–“
“You didn’t!” they cried.
“Have you any idea how long it’s been since she’s even thought about my idea for a Pride and Prejudice fanfiction?”
“Who cares about your dumb ol’ rewrite? My original Night Institute idea STILL needs work, and it’s over two years old!”
“At least your whole story’s written out!”
As they continued to argue, Writer#168 moped off outside to sit on a bench under an orange tree, wondering if her idea would be lost like the others. If only the Operator did her job right..
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Lars#53 just got off the phone with the Operator when it rang. “Hello?”
“Number Fifty-Three?” came a similar voice from the other end. “How is Plan 53 progressing?”
“Fabulously. I’m ready when you are.”
“Good. Come to my office, and we’ll discuss the details.”
“Sure thing. Ciao, VC.” He hung up the phone and took out some champagne from his desk drawer. “I’ll drink half now, then the other half after my promotion to the hot pink pinstripes!”
“Don’t get your hopes up, 5-3, honey.” Lars#1 just walked in. “You know only VC wears hot pink.”
“You’re just jealous because you only have the grey pinstripes.”
“I’ll be moving up to powder blue as soon as I succeed where you fail.”
“You in powder blue? Yeah, when fairies fly, Number One!”
“What did you say?” #53 took a sip of his champagne to avoid answering. “Well, see you at the clubs, 5-3.” Using the customary salute, he threw a kiss by touching his index and middle fingers of his right hand to his lips, then pointing them off toward #53. After saluting, he left.
“Prick,” #53 muttered as he finished half the champagne bottle.
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Writer#168 entered the Printing Center and strolled up to the Warden’s desk. “Excuse me, where’s the Suggestion Center?”
“Sixth Floor,” she replied, “but there’s quite a line this afternoon.”
“Meh. I got time.”
As soon as the elevator opened to the Sixth Floor, however, she wondered if she really did have time. There must have been at least 150 people in line to use one of six suggestion computers. She waited in line for an hour and had barely moved eleven inches. People around her were all chatting about their suggestion ideas.
“We need to set traps or something for all these gay guys running around,” said someone who was obviously some kind of Id from Sedah. “I mean, gay guys living in Laura? What’s up with that? It's a straight city!”
“They aren’t doing any harm,” replied a Super. “And they really contribute to the theatrical community in LaLaLand.”
“Maybe I should just move to Alissa.”
The mention of Alissa gave Writer#168 a brilliant idea. She immediately left the building for the shuttle station to check departure time. Luckily, a launch was scheduled for just the next day, Saturday, November 19 at 11:00a.
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Lars#53 knocked anxiously on the large office door.
“Come in.”
He entered into a spacious office complete with a flat screen TV and a mini-bar. At the desk sat a man in a hot pink pinstripe suit and fedora. The shiny nameplate on the desk read:
Lars Victor Cocoa
“Take a seat.”
#53 sat down in front of the desk as invited.
“So, how’ve you been, #53?” VC asked. “And how’s your boyfriend...who was he...? Number One?”
“We split up awhile ago. I’m concentrating on my career now.”
“Just like me: I’m a queer for a career. So, let’s get down to biz: The team is ready to go tomorrow night. Well, they’re ready tonight, but you know, it’s Friday. I was going to head down to the Diamond Cufflink later.”
“The place that plays oldies and serves those shrimp cocktails?”
“Yeah, wanna join? The team’ll be there.”
“Sure, sounds fun.”
“Pick me up at 9, you can use the company car. Anyway, tomorrow night at tenish, you will go in. Since Operator trusts you, she’ll let you in. Just tell her you have incriminating photos of #268 to show her.”
They both burst out laughing. “Like #268 wouldn’t have burned them all!”
“But seriously,” LVC continued, “get inside and distract her so that you can turn off the security system.”
“That would take a big distraction, sir.”
“Our research says all you have to do is hit one button.”
“Just hit a button?”
“You know how lazy Operator is. After the security’s shut off, page me, and we’ll move in.”
“That’s simple.”
“The hardest part was finding a way inside, but since you’ve been taken into her confidence, that shouldn’t be a problem. But if this plan of yours doesn’t work....you’ll go from red to goldenrod.”
“Goldenrod?! I mean...No prob. It’ll all be fab.”
“I hope so. I hate to see a man in goldenrod. Now go.”
I won't be updating this story here, but I will update it on fictionpress.com/~laurakoko
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Post by laura on Nov 16, 2005 13:32:48 GMT -8
omg. that is brilliant. where do you come up with this stuff?!?! Lol, thanks; those were just the notes. My friend and I get a lot of odd ideas on long car trips. We just started talking about how I have a bunch of little Lauras in my head that regulate what I do, and it led to this. |
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Post by behindTHEmask on Nov 17, 2005 16:03:08 GMT -8
It reminds me of Brave New World. Just the idea, not the words. Dystoia/Utopia like, with the Operater and such.
It was good.
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Post by laura on Nov 18, 2005 8:41:19 GMT -8
It reminds me of Brave New World. Just the idea, not the words. Dystoia/Utopia like, with the Operater and such. It was good. Kewl; I've never read it, but I've heard of it. |
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