Excerpt: Archetype

So what are we told to do with ourselves? With all this time and leisure? With natural contraceptives ingested on a continual basis, and the message to explore every wish and fantasy within council approved means, what else do we turn to? What else can they control us with but our own impulses? What else but with heightened sexual desires and reckless passion? Built into our very brains, programmed into the chips placed inside us at birth. Even the Archetypes, once proud protectors, are now glorified sexual objects, cleverly used to encourage us along the path the Council intends for us. Their plans might have worked and continued endlessly if it had not been for those feelings, those indescribable emanations from our very souls that cried and screamed and made us feel hollow if we stopped trying to fill ourselves on empty sensation. For none of us are immune from feeling. Not even those silent sentinels. Not even the Archetypes.