That was the only time I tried for a yellow locket. I held it in my hand and when the locket reflected my own face I couldn't bear the sight of me. I heard the rumors of the second purge of black bags. My stupid fucking husband, with his stupid big fucking mouth started to shout and protest to the guard in one moment, and in the next, chunks of his brain were blown all over my face. The next day my husband and I were startled in the middle of the night, just in time to see the black bags come over our heads and be dragged out beyond the iron gates. We placed it around her neck and handed her off to friends who said they would raise her as her own and keep her safe. When the golden lockets came, my husband and I pooled all our money to buy one golden locket for our daughter. I had more than enough, until I very simply did not have enough. I was a rich ass mother fucker whose ass cheeks were graced by five-ply toilet paper most of my life. Who am I? Let me start by telling you who I was. Without even wearing one they could poison your heart to do the unthinkable, and when you held that locket up and saw your own sad self reflected back at you, you answered your own soul the only way you could, with fucking indifference. Many did once rumor spread of the second coming of the black bags. If you could be the same gender, about the same age, and look similar enough in appearance, you could end someone and take their locket. The barcodes on the yellow lockets were weak. There was a way to avoid the labor and the camps if you didn't have a locket. Sometimes a strong wind would carry a foul smell of burnt flesh to test if the hearts of the lockets were fully locked away. Sure, they heard scattered whispers of phrases like “work duty,” and “camps” people never returned from. When the black bags came over the heads to take those who didn’t have a locket away, those with lockets didn’t ask where they were being taken or what would happen to them. Want to know what a poisoned heart looks like? Indifference. Laws that got sent to those in the high palaces behind the iron gates, and judgement that got handed down to those lower. Since this middle-group didn’t have the paper to erect forty-foot fucking walls, they erected laws. Family no longer saw a member of their family if they didn’t have a locket. Once that thing hung over a heart, seems that heart became incapable of recognizing any person who didn’t have one as a person. I don’t know what material these yellow heart-shaped lockets were made from, but what I do know is that they poisoned the hearts of the bearers. Isn't that what all this was really about? To get us in line and keep us in line?ĭon't think for a moment that the lockets for the average smo were made of gold. That got the next twenty million people to line up.
For heaven’s sake, you need to go to a public bathroom and take a fucking piss, then you better have a locket. To the birth, the wedding, or the funeral? Locket. You want to go to the grocery store? Gotta have a locket. A different kind of segregation began to happen. If you didn’t have a locket, you didn’t have enough, and in the middle of purge night, you got a black bag over your face, dragged outside those new iron gates, tossed behind the lines of tanks and armed guards, and if you made any advance back, you found yourself not quite alive anymore.Įvery television screen that could glue an eyeball, every radio station that could whisper into an ear, every person they could get to preach the need to be safe, got seventy-million people to line up for their locket.
When the walls went up, the forty-foot fucking walls around the richest parts of the cities, if you didn’t have a golden locket, you literally were no longer “in,” you were thrown “out.” It did not matter if through your whole life, your bum never knew anything less than fucking five-ply toilet paper. You wanted in, have a locket they could scan. To have one meant you were “in,” and to not have one meant you were “out.” It started with gatherings. It became the social status piece of the elite. It recorded the biorhythms of the recipient, and made a unique barcode for only that person. Made mostly of gold, their lockets were engraved with a barcode etched by AI from inside the locket. Those mother fuckers paid a premium to get the locket first. The first to receive the lockets were the rich. Because without a locket you got locked out of life. We were told if you want to stay in this world, you need this locket. You would think we would have heeded caution, we would have slowed down instead of rushing to get the yellow locket, the heart-shaped necklace given to us after they jabbed our arms with their fucking poison.
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