I see the wind - Dystopian micro fiction in 200 words by Russell Cavanagh
Though they learned to channel it, one thing they couldn't do was subdue the wind. But enough for now, thinking such dangerous thoughts.
The Reset completed in what was then considered the year 2026. Systemic corruption in governments across the world had resulted in such apathy among our citizenships that the Great Upheaval became inevitable.
Now we have controllers who rule every aspect of our lives - men holding high places, who built our new reality. Today we are looked after: there is sufficient food, now that the starving and useless have died out; we enjoy good health, so long as we don't fall sick; we are free to think, say, and do as we wish, so long as we don't offend others; progress has tamed nature, both human and environmental.
So I have no complaint. I cannot complain. Our rulers plan for society's problems and in doing so ensure that no difficulties persist.
But when I witness the wind wrap our new republic's flag tight round its pole, when I feel a cool breeze on my face, I do wonder if there is something else. What if there's a power far higher, one they'd rather hide from us?