Lil Proton
Liàng Proton
Home Land
993NPO (New Particle Order)
Era of New Leadership
What about the weather you expected me to describe? Didn’t you even notice that there was no weather at all? Home Land laid right outside of the Milky Way galaxy and away from all serious threats. No, it’s not a planet and no it’s not in orbit to any star, obviously. So what is Home Land one may ask? Its heaven or at least it’s advertised to be heaven. A world artificially made from an old galaxy, with many sectors with the complete length of seven and a half kiloparsecs, that’s Home Land.
The place is rather joyless in all honesty almost like ants in their colony. From the top authorities, the scientist, engineers and even the soldiers, you should expect a smile from anyone. Except the slaves though, apparently less really is more, it’s the many ironies of life. Still though, you’ll expect some sort of cultural joy, maybe a holiday or some traditional festival but nothing… their success was meaningless to them. At least the slaves still had memory of the old dances to share amongst themselves.
“Quantum, remember complete success is the only thing acceptable,” Proton Prime would remind her daughter for the fifth time in a live hologram.
“Yes mom, thank you for the extra lessons…” a girl replied in the gloomiest of tones while her words slurped.
School was slightly better than the work place; at least the children had some life to yet be stripped from them. The girl is Quantum Proton, she wasn’t a very reactive individual and the others regarded her to be an 'inert’ but they weren’t sure why she was. It’s not to say she didn’t desire to gain some friends but there weren’t any books on that particular topic and her mother’s antisocial behaviour wasn’t much of a good example.
Proton did try for a few times, such as this time. While in the school hallway, the juvenile looked around and kept note of a few individuals who amused her. A ‘free radical’ among his friends was someone that Proton admired secretly in her dark corner. This boy, who was Lambda, had a tough and confident stance that especially stood out in the best ways. Surprisingly enough, there weren’t much benefited qualities within him at all.
“So, you guys want to try Starlight Club again?” Lambda would ask his friends.
It was at this moment that Proton would try to socialise. She moved through the crowds until she was just beside him and his friends. Lambda’s friends fell a bit silent when she was just beside him in curiosity of what might happen.
“Lambda… I was wondering if you would like to go to Starlight with me.” Proton asked a bit confidently.
“Wait, can you actually get in without waiting for hours?” Lambda questioned.
“Yeah, maybe…”
“Can you even afford it?”
“Sure, I can,” Proton replied with a slight hesitate.
“So which ship would we expect you to be in?” Lambda interrogated closely.
“Oh, the five o’clock public ship passes through my dormitory.”
There were giggles among Lambdas friends while grew a rather uncomfortable grin. He soon burst into laughter aimed directly at her, perhaps it was a bad to try to make friends. Still, she maintained a rather masking smile to hope the mockery was merely mistaken in the best hopes possible.
“Serious, you live in a dormitory yet have the courage to speak to me?” Lambda laughed with his friends, “Just stay away from me for your benefit.”
With that, he walked away from her without another word. The hallway then began to emptier than usual for a moment though. Proton didn’t like to accept defeat; even something as simple as this would make her feel more of a failure then she needed to be. So she got herself ready.
First, she needed a much better outfit to make a good impression and she intended to get a good outfit. With her tablet in her right hand, she quickly hurried to the most etiquette clothes shop for the highest of the highest. Her clothes was just school uniform, no more than a black long dress and sandals but that wouldn’t do for a party. Instead, she brought purchased blue miniskirt that fitted her purple skin and a tank top completed with a black jacket. They didn’t look too expensive but the numbers told a different story.
Next was to rent a ship and attend the Starlight Club. That was easy enough since all she had to do was buy the most expensive one, or was it the best looking one? It wasn’t important to Proton at the moment, all that matter was the approval to gain friends no matter how expensive they may be. I don’t think she’s had an actual friend and her mother certainly wasn’t even close to qualify.
Proton did make a big entrance once she flew the ship to the Club and everyone was impressed. Lambda and his friends were there too, stuck in the long line just like everyone else. Proton of course grew confident when he was Lambda with his friends and maybe, things were just on her side now. With a quick payment of credits, Proton was allowed into the party without need to wait.
“Those guys are with me,” Proton said immediately as she pointed to Lambda’s friends.
There was never any true loyalty among anyone, especially when wealth decided friends. With another quick payment, the guard allowed Lambda’s friends to walk into the club and without hesitation they did. Who had the most resources was able to afford the friends yet loneliness was often directional proportional to it.
“Not him.” Proton said to stop Lambda.
Nothing like an especially boisterous party to throw money and Proton knows the feeling. People danced right at the main hall while the reserved spaces were full of gamblers and let’s not forget the bar full of the most exotic drinks from various planets. What should Proton buy exactly? Maybe the blue fruit wine or sugar-grass beer, how about a classic honey-berry and fire grass tea? Nah, she just brought them all.
“Where you guys going? I’m buying.”
It wasn’t until a few more hours that Proton’s actions began to have its consequences. The money wasn’t hers of course; it was really her mother’s. Each payment from the clothes to the ship and finally the drinks was clear on Prime’s account.
“Quantum, why are there multiple payments to Starlight Club?” Prime asked through a voice call.
“Oh, sorry that was me…”
“What and here I thought we were hacked!”
“Sorry, I’ll pay back,” Proton responded quickly.
“You’re darn right; I’m terminating your account privileges.”
With one password entry, Proton had no more credits spend. Coincidentally enough, this was the moment when Proton’s new friends decided it was time they travelled home. Proton didn’t have a ship or credits to travel back to her school dormitory after her account was temporarily suspended. Whether it was exactly fair for her mother to lock her off at a dangerously far distance was to be mentally debated but regardless, it happened.
“Hey guys, can you give me a ride home?” Proton asked them.
“I thought you were rich?”
“Oh, my account has been suspended…”
“We’re full,” one of them said as they flew off.
It’s been a few months since that last incident and Proton hasn’t quite spoken to anyone since that. The debt of a few thousands of credits did force her to work for her mother; at least it wasn’t that bad. This is the moment when Proton was in charge of the Quark colonies, especially the Vampire and Werewolf planets for that matter. This is really where it all began, a quest for friends to a debt to be paid, to wars and then complete control.
It’s actually a bit funny how a simple matter of finding friends lead the way to revolutions, wars and revenge. I’m sure you have witnessed similar moments in your short lives.
“Proton, don’t you think there’s something a bit off about your conditions? Neutron asked her.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, your terms seem to revolve around promise and punishment. You designed a system to offer awards for loyalty and commitment while inflicting punishments for those who reject you. You claim to love them when you’re killing who doesn’t agree,” Neutron spoke quickly, “They don’t want a relationship, they’re trying to survive you.”
“It’s the most effective way to maintain control. Even after a thousand planetary orbits, the system will keep them in bondage while also growing a desire to bring more people to it so that they could get the promise. Its religion and I’m God,” Proton said in a stale and emotionless tone.
Reward for Loyalty is the bedrock of a successful religion, and the trait of a lonely person.
993NPO (New Particle Order)
Era of New Leadership
What about the weather you expected me to describe? Didn’t you even notice that there was no weather at all? Home Land laid right outside of the Milky Way galaxy and away from all serious threats. No, it’s not a planet and no it’s not in orbit to any star, obviously. So what is Home Land one may ask? Its heaven or at least it’s advertised to be heaven. A world artificially made from an old galaxy, with many sectors with the complete length of seven and a half kiloparsecs, that’s Home Land.
The place is rather joyless in all honesty almost like ants in their colony. From the top authorities, the scientist, engineers and even the soldiers, you should expect a smile from anyone. Except the slaves though, apparently less really is more, it’s the many ironies of life. Still though, you’ll expect some sort of cultural joy, maybe a holiday or some traditional festival but nothing… their success was meaningless to them. At least the slaves still had memory of the old dances to share amongst themselves.
“Quantum, remember complete success is the only thing acceptable,” Proton Prime would remind her daughter for the fifth time in a live hologram.
“Yes mom, thank you for the extra lessons…” a girl replied in the gloomiest of tones while her words slurped.
School was slightly better than the work place; at least the children had some life to yet be stripped from them. The girl is Quantum Proton, she wasn’t a very reactive individual and the others regarded her to be an 'inert’ but they weren’t sure why she was. It’s not to say she didn’t desire to gain some friends but there weren’t any books on that particular topic and her mother’s antisocial behaviour wasn’t much of a good example.
Proton did try for a few times, such as this time. While in the school hallway, the juvenile looked around and kept note of a few individuals who amused her. A ‘free radical’ among his friends was someone that Proton admired secretly in her dark corner. This boy, who was Lambda, had a tough and confident stance that especially stood out in the best ways. Surprisingly enough, there weren’t much benefited qualities within him at all.
“So, you guys want to try Starlight Club again?” Lambda would ask his friends.
It was at this moment that Proton would try to socialise. She moved through the crowds until she was just beside him and his friends. Lambda’s friends fell a bit silent when she was just beside him in curiosity of what might happen.
“Lambda… I was wondering if you would like to go to Starlight with me.” Proton asked a bit confidently.
“Wait, can you actually get in without waiting for hours?” Lambda questioned.
“Yeah, maybe…”
“Can you even afford it?”
“Sure, I can,” Proton replied with a slight hesitate.
“So which ship would we expect you to be in?” Lambda interrogated closely.
“Oh, the five o’clock public ship passes through my dormitory.”
There were giggles among Lambdas friends while grew a rather uncomfortable grin. He soon burst into laughter aimed directly at her, perhaps it was a bad to try to make friends. Still, she maintained a rather masking smile to hope the mockery was merely mistaken in the best hopes possible.
“Serious, you live in a dormitory yet have the courage to speak to me?” Lambda laughed with his friends, “Just stay away from me for your benefit.”
With that, he walked away from her without another word. The hallway then began to emptier than usual for a moment though. Proton didn’t like to accept defeat; even something as simple as this would make her feel more of a failure then she needed to be. So she got herself ready.
First, she needed a much better outfit to make a good impression and she intended to get a good outfit. With her tablet in her right hand, she quickly hurried to the most etiquette clothes shop for the highest of the highest. Her clothes was just school uniform, no more than a black long dress and sandals but that wouldn’t do for a party. Instead, she brought purchased blue miniskirt that fitted her purple skin and a tank top completed with a black jacket. They didn’t look too expensive but the numbers told a different story.
Next was to rent a ship and attend the Starlight Club. That was easy enough since all she had to do was buy the most expensive one, or was it the best looking one? It wasn’t important to Proton at the moment, all that matter was the approval to gain friends no matter how expensive they may be. I don’t think she’s had an actual friend and her mother certainly wasn’t even close to qualify.
Proton did make a big entrance once she flew the ship to the Club and everyone was impressed. Lambda and his friends were there too, stuck in the long line just like everyone else. Proton of course grew confident when he was Lambda with his friends and maybe, things were just on her side now. With a quick payment of credits, Proton was allowed into the party without need to wait.
“Those guys are with me,” Proton said immediately as she pointed to Lambda’s friends.
There was never any true loyalty among anyone, especially when wealth decided friends. With another quick payment, the guard allowed Lambda’s friends to walk into the club and without hesitation they did. Who had the most resources was able to afford the friends yet loneliness was often directional proportional to it.
“Not him.” Proton said to stop Lambda.
Nothing like an especially boisterous party to throw money and Proton knows the feeling. People danced right at the main hall while the reserved spaces were full of gamblers and let’s not forget the bar full of the most exotic drinks from various planets. What should Proton buy exactly? Maybe the blue fruit wine or sugar-grass beer, how about a classic honey-berry and fire grass tea? Nah, she just brought them all.
“Where you guys going? I’m buying.”
It wasn’t until a few more hours that Proton’s actions began to have its consequences. The money wasn’t hers of course; it was really her mother’s. Each payment from the clothes to the ship and finally the drinks was clear on Prime’s account.
“Quantum, why are there multiple payments to Starlight Club?” Prime asked through a voice call.
“Oh, sorry that was me…”
“What and here I thought we were hacked!”
“Sorry, I’ll pay back,” Proton responded quickly.
“You’re darn right; I’m terminating your account privileges.”
With one password entry, Proton had no more credits spend. Coincidentally enough, this was the moment when Proton’s new friends decided it was time they travelled home. Proton didn’t have a ship or credits to travel back to her school dormitory after her account was temporarily suspended. Whether it was exactly fair for her mother to lock her off at a dangerously far distance was to be mentally debated but regardless, it happened.
“Hey guys, can you give me a ride home?” Proton asked them.
“I thought you were rich?”
“Oh, my account has been suspended…”
“We’re full,” one of them said as they flew off.
It’s been a few months since that last incident and Proton hasn’t quite spoken to anyone since that. The debt of a few thousands of credits did force her to work for her mother; at least it wasn’t that bad. This is the moment when Proton was in charge of the Quark colonies, especially the Vampire and Werewolf planets for that matter. This is really where it all began, a quest for friends to a debt to be paid, to wars and then complete control.
It’s actually a bit funny how a simple matter of finding friends lead the way to revolutions, wars and revenge. I’m sure you have witnessed similar moments in your short lives.
“Proton, don’t you think there’s something a bit off about your conditions? Neutron asked her.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, your terms seem to revolve around promise and punishment. You designed a system to offer awards for loyalty and commitment while inflicting punishments for those who reject you. You claim to love them when you’re killing who doesn’t agree,” Neutron spoke quickly, “They don’t want a relationship, they’re trying to survive you.”
“It’s the most effective way to maintain control. Even after a thousand planetary orbits, the system will keep them in bondage while also growing a desire to bring more people to it so that they could get the promise. Its religion and I’m God,” Proton said in a stale and emotionless tone.
Reward for Loyalty is the bedrock of a successful religion, and the trait of a lonely person.
