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Following promises of change, in a grand affirmative action, the Provider usurped control and created Our State. Across the frigid, snow covered lands; brilliant domed cities called Progressives were erected. For the inhabitants within, life is complete bliss. They are kept ignorant, bestowed rights by the Provider, all they could ever want, a simple exchange for their allegiance. They are the Served, they are the Progs. The Servers, however, are afforded no such luxuries. Their ability, their genetic make-up that predisposes them to productive endeavors and creative expression is their bane, but as the Provider has conditioned them to believe, it is also their freedom, the freedom to serve. Wooden bunks strewn with straw, barbed wire fence, and machine gun towers make up their tenement, their home. Their guards, the Black Cats, provide order and discipline, motivation. For one Server, Medical Provider Blair Huxley, questions continue to plague him. He suffers from the treasonous ailment termed individual thought. A chance encounter with a Prog at the Medical Rights Facility adds to Huxley's questions, questions concerning the morality of the system of which he is a part. His journey towards answers brings him face to face with the true meaning of Chainge. "Knowledge creates choice; choice leads to chaos. Chaos begets pain, strife, conflict, and the insidious act of thought. We offer the people something far better: ignorance. The body is but an easel, ignorance the blank slate of the mind, an empty canvas upon which we freely paint, in brush strokes of various hues, the images of bliss. Rest assured, Server Huxley, we are not tyrants or villains, we are not despots or dictators; we are visionaries, we are emancipators, and we are artists. A person cannot want what they do not know exists. We keep the Served blissful by keeping them ignorant. It is as though the Served are a donkey following a carrot on a stick. We keep a simple pleasure before them. They will always go the direction we wish for them to go, for we are the carrot. "Andrei Zamyatin Overseer of Bliss and Harmony Progressive 17 While paying homage to the likes of Orwell's 1984, Huxley's Brave New World, Zamyatin's We, and Rand's Anthem, Chainge depicts the story of a Server who has the strength to question a system, a system devoid of logic and draped in twisted morality.
About one young crow who is always hungry and is looking for some way to get an easy feed. His ability to do this has some not anticipated results.¿ Ken left home after 20 years married and saw his two daughters off on their journey to their own futures. He then was able to achieve his lifelong dream of "going to queensland droving". He took part in several long drives over the years, most of them over 1000 kilometers, from the breeding areas near the Gulf of Carpentaria to the Channel Country of Queensland's SW. Also to keep him busy he spent a few years on highway and railway construction in the Northern Territory and did something in every state of Australia. It was during those droving years that he observed, many times, the actions described in these books. That gave him a sense of joy to see those crows in their efforts to get a feed.
About one young crow who is always hungry and is looking for some way to get an easy feed. His ability to do this has some not anticipated results. Once again that text that Ruth sent also has the origin that gave me the idea of that story. I aimed it at children 5/12 to help them learn to read, and have a giggle too!
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