Werewolf Origins Aria The Beginning

PART I:

The President.

Loraine knows that this is the speech of her life, The purpose of her existence; her dharma. The reason why her father invested all that money on her education. She knows that the future of humanity depends on her verbal excercise. Her nipples suffered an erection, they were visible through her expensive silk blouse. She noticed every male reaction to her beautiful and well shaped breasts, she felt no shame, she felt pride.

The words flow from her mouth, like water falling from a waterfall, her tongue could be seeing through her white teeth everytime she uttered the word: "Tax". The applause came and went, even from the axis of evil's countries, They all are accomplices and participants in the conspiracy.

The beautiful president of the United States of America is used to being at spotlight, politics is like a drug to her, after all, she is all Rochfalls.

The Rochfalls are legendary, kings and queens have knelt before them for centuries, that's why Loraine speaks with such property, she owns every ear, every brain…

-Today, I do not adderess to you all as a president, no! Today I'm talking as a human; a worried woman for all the famage we have done to our mother nature – She makes a dramatic pause, Loraine looks deep into everyone's eyes – Humans!!! - She screamed spitting spittle – Now is the time to save our mother, our planet…!!! This mess has been our fault, we caused the climate change! We must accept the responsability for our actions!

Loraine is right, this system based on greed has led the society to a point of no return, but it has approached the Rochfalls to achieve their fondest dream: to control every natural resource, and and to posses very mind of every person on the planet.

-We all breath, we can not help it – She continued – but our criminal behavior against our mother nature has become our breathing a threat to the planet, so we need to take actions, painful actions, - She closes her eyes, there was silence in the grounds of the United Nations, after a few seconds, She opens her eyes, there was an imaginary drumroll on the enclosure – I propose a tax on breathing…

-It's impossible to control the breathing of millions of citizens! - Said someone in the public.

-No! If we use the owl shaped watch! The Moloch! - She replied.

Thanks to her verbal eloquence Loraine fulfilled the ambition of her father; Henry Rochfalls III. "If we control their breathing, we will able control how they think". She suddenly hears the voice of her father while the audience applaude to her.

In the months following to the Loraine′s speeach, only few countries approved the tax on breathing, in the rest of the world it was a slow process, because the opposition parties all over the world did their best to delay it, arguing that the law and the tax were draconian. Oppositions parties marched, protested and called on the people to vote against the tax, but slowly they were subjugated by the iron fist of the common good.

In 2020, the UN is disolved and transformed into a world government. The few countries that still haven't approved the tax, were forced by the new world government through military invasions in the name of democracy and peace.

Over the years the methods of surveillance became more and more insidious, not only the archons patrol the streets, a fleet of drones scrutinize from the sky to every citizen on the ground making impossible some kind of privacy.

Of course, the tax on breathing not covered the entire population, as usual, the elites managed to escaped from its influence, so the full weight of the law fell on the working class.

Government control created sedentary people, who do less excersise, people scared to talk with others. The birth rate fell, because many citizens decided to stop having sex to save air.

Some lucky people flee to the jungles. And there they founded free control utopian cities, but, unfortunately, happiness did not last long, because Loraine, as president of the new world government, pursued them mercilessly. Now those cities are believed to be extinct. Although, Local legends say that those cities still exist near to Machu Picchu.

PART II:

The Publicist.

Slowly and gently, she unfolds the old letter and reads it...

Dear Reader, Whoever you are, I apoligize with you, because I am not a writer, I'm just a publicist; a disgraced publicist… So, please, don't judge my writing, or my probable spelling errors. This letter is trash, I know that, you know that. I'm writing this on my deathbed, my hand is shaking and I can't see clearly, so, again, please forgive me!

My name is Allister Crown, and this is my testament; I'm above to legate you the truth. The truth about the world in which you live in… A horrible truth!

My cellmate and the guards have made my life a living hell, I hate them so much! They know my story, that's why they torture me physically and emotionally everytime they can. The name of my cellmate… (that son of a bitch!) is Jesús, ironic isn't it?! He is mexican or something, so I must pronounce his name in spanish or else, he hits me. He was a gang member, but the guards and the prison's authorities love him! In fact, the government will become him an archon… Can you imagine that?! This is unfair! A criminal will be a police man! But, if I think about it, that make sense, a criminal government chooses criminals.