Vega Complex. A Paranoia RP.
Happiness is Mandatory.
"Welcome citizen. You may be aware that you are experiencing, for the first time, a mildly comfortable seating device. That is because of your recent activities. You have spotted and identified a traitor, mutant and/or a co-conspirator of a secret society. All these things are treason. Treason is punishable by death. The body and/or life-force of those identified has been terminated, and the memory of them DELETED. Thank you for your service citizen. As a reward for your actions you have been granted a promotion to a higher clearance. Thus explaining the finest seating devices you have ever seen. Please be warned. The seating devices are untested. Possibility of explosion is at 2%. This was deemed an acceptable risk. Enjoy your new sleeping confines and new seating device. That is yours now. Have a fantastic day RED citizen. You deserve it."
FriendComputer's monitor slides horizontally back into the dull metal wall. Citizen Dave-5 found himself exceptionally happy. And not just because of the mandatory happy pills. He had been raised to RED clearance. No more INFRARED. No more constant non-voluntary sedation pills. It was like, for the first time in his life, he was able to think clearly, and he was happy about that.
His new RED clearance jumpsuit was much nicer than his old one. For one thing it didn't smell overwhelmingly of musty lawn-chairs. It also fit his body for the most part. A large improvement. And all it took was the finding of one little traitor. Just one. Fantastic. Imagine if he could catch more. Maybe he could achieve ORANGE clearance. Imagine how their ORANGE jumpsuits might smell or fit. Citizen Dave-5 had had a taste of the good life now. He was a RED! And so he decided he would keep climbing the clearance levels. So what if he was on his 5th clone? He could do it! He could ferret out more mutants and traitors. He could and he would. Dave-5 got to his feet heroically. FriendComputer's anthem chiming in his head. Dreams of glory, and even ULTRAVIOLET clearance, swimming through his mind. Dave-5's mildly comfortable seating device exploded removing his legs, and also a few other bits and pieces that he didn't wish to live without. Dave-5 got his wish. He died.
Almost instantly a swarm of small clean-bots came skittering along the floor and got to work. Within the minute everything was sparkling clean once more. A tube descended from the ceiling, and, with a satisfying Foompfh! noise, Dave-6 was ejected carefully onto his feet. Good as new. A pedestal came up from the floor with a single shiny red apple upon it. "We apologize for the accidental loss of your seating device. Here is a consolation prize." Said a soft, friendly voice. Dave-6 picket up the apple with glee and took a nice bite. This was his first real food. An actual apple. That was more than worth the loss of his seating device. He would eat real food every day if he climbed the clearance levels. And so it was decided. And Dave-6 began his journey to climb the clearance levels.
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Edited by Unbelievably Majestic, 25 September 2016 - 10:53 AM.