Who Will Guard The Guards?

Who Will Guard The Guards?

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“Bring him in.” Said the worker, a silent but rebellious looking boy was led into the office, sweat dripping from his forehead and throat. The boy knew his fate, so did everyone else in the room. In the eyes of the federation, he had committed a grave crime and the sentence was death.

Shaking with fear of what lay before him, he recounted his life…

How the world had changed, the political instability and constant conflicts had brought the world leaders together, and then, the federation was born. It was the brainchild of the most brilliant diplomats and scholars in the world. Meant to preserve international peace and security, it seemed to be the perfect solution to war and conflict, a single board of leaders who would act as judges for the international community. They had an infinite force and once stated, nobody could stop their decisions to be carried out.

The federation was celebrated immensely, people felt the new era in the making, an era of peace and satisfaction. Yet, it failed. Miserably. The reason? Humans can never be satisfied.

Decades of being given everything they wanted gave rise to an enormous amount of corruption and blackmail. The federation was alarmed, this was the one thing they had aimed to eradicate, but every loophole and flaw in their system had caught up to them now.


Seeing the situation as a threat to their power over the international community, they brought the attention away from themselves by declaring writers, journalists, and reporters as a threat to international peace and security. They effectively turned the population against their own free will, no right to interpret, no more thinking, no making decisions. The federation had eliminated all the choices and all of those who provided them.


The boy remembered the day he came back from school and found that there was only one channel on television, ‘FedTV’ they called it, and this meant that he couldn’t watch movies he liked, he couldn’t see what was going on in the rest of the world.

The next day, when he went to school, he saw that every textbook was now prescribed by the federation. Many children were praising the federation for such uniformity, “that outrageous climate and social activists wouldn’t be able to put their brainwashing junk into our textbooks anymore!”


But at the same time, there was unrest in the society, what was happening? Why all this ‘sameness’? Why can’t we choose what we can do? Most of the time, these questions were suppressed, either by money or high positions in the federation. But those who didn’t get affected by this ‘appeasement’ were severely punished, nobody knew… nobody cared. “What’s a few disappearing neighbors when we get what we want?”


Therefore, the society continued on with its selfish life, almost everyone did the same thing now. “Wake up, take your pill, go to work, work for ten hours, come back, take a pill, go to sleep” was now a universal phrase which was remembered by everyone.

Nobody knew what happened to the original leaders of the federation. All that was known is that they didn’t like the direction the world was going in, so they were impeached and sentenced to exile.

Now, what happened to them after this was only known to a select few of the humans who opposed the federation, for they had collected together and formed a counter-organization.

They were the people who despised the federation and its practices. The boy remembered the day he was inducted. On his sixteenth birthday, his parents told him “The time has come”.

He had been raised normally, he was given free will, he could make decisions and he knew what was right and wrong. Once inducted into the organization, he couldn’t speak with anyone outside the organization of their plans or the purpose of this organization.


Some months later he would come to know what they called themselves- “The FM” or the freedom movement. It was a simple name for a simple goal, to bring back the free will to the world.

Nevertheless, the FM was as sophisticated as the federation, they organized planned strikes at strategic points of time and location, they had moles inside the highest offices in the federation and could hear and see everything. Yet, after a mere five years after it was born, the FM was falling apart. The spies were getting cold feet and the moles were hinting at betrayal. All hope was not lost though, new recruits were coming in every day, the movement now included whole cities and sometimes even states. The president of the movement, Rob Houston was almost always in the field, working with several dangerous parties and evading others; he was the organization's top recruit, rising over the ranks over the years. He brought radical changes to their policy, now, everyone was to know what they were doing and why they were doing it. To the members of the movement, it was completely transparent and even though this was a good chance, it would come at the cost of his life.

He died a year later. A bullet straight through his chest, the betrayal stung more than the bullet and thus, the movement faded down again. People were losing hope and still are, a new society is not always a bad thing, is it? Here was the boy, waiting to die a painful death, he was going away from a place that he had come to despise over the many years of his existence. He was going away. Away to the far off lands where the grass would be tall and brown, there would be nothing but peace and goodwill. People would not live for themselves, but for each other. He was going to a land, which he unknowingly loved. This dystopia would turn into a utopia. The oppressed will be given a voice, the homeless will be given a home, the friendless would be given a family and the lifeless will be forever engraved in the minds of the ones that loved them. The end of this story is as unexpected as the turn events in this decade. Governments have abused their power, we have seen communism in democracy and we have seen the world's most powerful nations buckle under the weight of greed and selfishness. Let this story be a reminder of what humankind is capable of and let us all remember the men who demonstrated the shallowness of man. Alexander the Great, Richard the lionheart, Julius Caesar, Adolf Hitler, Joseph Stalin, Vladimir Lenin, Saddam Hussein, Kim Jong Un, and Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini.


Peace among man, Goodwill towards all.



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