Pls i am vry tired
It will be called
“Honey I communed the ism”
You get isakaied into a communist world.
You begin to live happily, deatomize, become connected to the community, contribute to your society, make friends and social bonds previously unimaginable.
But… As time passes… You notice something strange. Strange about the way the people talk about their world, about the way they interact with each other, about their plans for the future. It’s unavailable to you at the moment, but you can feel that something is deeply wrong.
Slowly, over time, you come to the grim realization. You are indeed living in a communist world. But it is a communist tendency slightly different than your preferred one.
It drives you mad.
You are now deemed the world’s only rightist.
I wake up, dazed and confused.
That truck as speeding, didn’t stop at the red light.
Red. Shit, there’s a lot of red here. Is it blood? Am I dying?
No, not blood. A flag? A red flag? Where the fuck am I?
I sit up and feel my forehead. No blood, no pain, no wounds. Huh.
I look around and see a clean city street, no advertising, and some curious onlookers starting to gather around.
A kindly young man approaches me. “Comrade, are you hurt? You seem unwell.”
Comrade? Holy shit…
“Let’s get you to the hospital” he says, helping me up.
I try to protest, saying that I have no insurance. He looks puzzled, not sure what “insurance” even is. Must be a language barrier.
The hospital is just around the corner. It’s a modern glass building with a beautiful garden. The facade is crowned by a red flag with a huge face emblazoned on it.
Trotsky. It’s fucking Trotsky.
I die for a second time.
My sight begins to fade as I’m carted across the terrace.
I see a brilliant steel statue at the center of a fountain. Trotsky holds an ice pickaxe defiantly towards the sky, glinting in the sunlight.
In his other hand, he holds something lower, near to his belt line. It’s round and sturdy. A human head. The man has strong features and a full mustache.
I speak out, “Comrade… The head… Tell me it belongs to Nietzsche… GOD TELL ME IT’S NIETZSCHE”
How about for the title: I Thought I Could Bring About A New Age Of Social Progress Only To Find The Fantasy World I Was Transported Into Already Overthrew The Monarchy And Established A Just And Equitable World Beyond My Wildest Imagination (SocPro for short).
The central conflict, I assume, would be confronting all your learned reactionary tendencies from living under modern capitalism your whole life.
I think I know which one you are referring to but I can’t find it
if anyone wants to have a go this is what I remember
wake up on subway/train
notice no ads , bunch of other utopian stuff
bearded man sitting next to you seems familiar
he says “I told you it was inevitable comrade”
start crying
I found it! :marx-hi:
you walk out onto the street
people are milling around happily
buildings are no longer designed with imposing security features
violence has all but disappeared thanks to sudden material abundance
people are no longer forced to purchase a beverage just to sit down and talk in public spaces
the architecture has been redesigned to be more accommodating for pedestrians
seating areas seem widely available
people sit and talk among themselves
even strangers seem capable of breaking into conversation easily
you feel as if you’ve wandered into a massive public museum or some other noncommercial public space
but even this comparison doesn’t feel quite right
you realize you’ve never been to a place quite like this
you decide to take the train to your old home
you’re confused as you reach the train station and find the turnstiles have disappeared
you walk in unobstructed
the screen indicates that your train should be there shortly
you assume that you’ve arrived just on time
you then realize that the track has been expanded massively
automated maglev trains glide silently in and out of the station every thirty seconds
no advertisements are pasted on the station’s walls
these have been replaced with noticeboards informing commuters of gatherings or work opportunities
commuters occupy themselves with tablet-style devices
unlike in the capitalist era they do not appear to be distracting themselves with facebook or games
some seem to be reading complex scientific and philosophical treatises
unburdened by mind-numbing hours of work they have the time and energy to expand their minds
others seem to be watching live-feeds of independently produced entertainment
total automation has apparently allowed people to spend their time more creatively
you ask a fellow commuter about recent events
you ask about unemployment
you ask about financial collapse
you ask about austerity
you ask about the wars in the Middle East
you ask about the possibility of inter-imperial conflict
he smiles wisely
“Those are all things of the past now, comrade.”
he speaks with a thick German accent
his snowy white beard makes him look like a professional Santa Claus
his fashion sense seems anachronistic in this futuristic era
it is then that you realize who it is
it’s Marx
you begin to sob as you feel a burden lift from your body
a weight disappears that you didn’t even know was there
Marx places a paternal hand on your shoulder and then draws you into a loving embrace
“I told you it was inevitable, comrade.”
Well I mean Biden’s the president, so clearly you already are
