Time Travel Adventures Of Future Anarchists - Episode 3

Voluntarists from the future travel back in time to witness the horrid history of statism.

Year:  2600

The people of earth live in a voluntary society.

Scene – At a history tourism center, people go in a time machine to witness history first hand.  The historical guide for the next tour is meeting a small group of tourists and prepping them for the journey.  They are in a large, vaulted atrium.    

Guide:  Welcome to the tour, everyone.  My name is Miles.  You’ve all chosen to witness late 20th century slavery and mass murder in China.  Are there any questions before we begin?

Keen Teen:  Are we gonna have some Chinese food while we’re there?   
Lively Lady:  Oh, I hope so.  I just love Chinese food!

Jolly Gent:  And we can use some of those, uh, ancient utensils they used to have there.  What were they called?
Miles:  I believe you’re referring to chopsticks, and no, I’m sorry, we won’t be able to eat while there, I’m afraid.    

Keen Teen:  Aw, shucks.  Why not?
Miles:  Because we won’t have any of the violence-backed fraudulent excuse for money they used to use.    

Lively Lady:  We could barter.    

Miles:  Yes, I suppose, in theory, however, we have that pesky little thing called the fabric of the space time continuum.  You see, we try to avoid interaction with people from the past because we could forever alter the timeline and possibly destroy the universe itself.    

Jolly Gent:  All for a few dumplings?
Keen Teen:  Seems a little far fetched if ya ask me, mister.

Miles (sighs):  Well, I dunno, maybe I’ll flip a coin and let fate decide.    
Keen Teen (shaking head):  Gee wiz, mister.    

Lively Lady:  So where is this fancy schmancy time machine that all the hullabaloo is about?

Miles gives voice command and control panel appears.  He punches some snazzy buttons.  Colossal double doors slide open.  The time machine, in the shape of a 39 foot tall walrus, is revealed.   

Jolly Gent (mouth agape):  Holy Moly!   
Miles (grinning):  Yes, this is a brand new model.  Stunning, isn’t it?

Lively Lady:  Now why the heck would it be made to look like a walrus? I declare! 

Miles:  I imagine the designer has a very twisted sense of humor.  Now, if everyone would please step into the walrus, we’ll begin our time travel adventure.    

Everyone steps into the enormous walrus and takes a seat in nano-chairs.  Miles punches in some commands on the holo-controls.  A kaleidoscope envelops them as they’re whisked away through the corridors of time.  They end up in rural China in 1960.

Miles:  Ok, everybody, please put on one of these suits.

He hands one tiny cube to everyone.  They grip it in their hand for five seconds, and the cube turns into a silvery, one-piece suit that fits perfectly.    

Jolly Gent:  Is bright silver clothing supposed to blend in? I thought we weren’t supposed to attract attention to ourselves.    
Miles:  Ah, good point, I hadn’t thought of that.    

Lively Lady:  Geez Louise!
Miles:  Just kidding! When we step out of the walrus, your clothing will automatically cloak and fly you to our viewing area.    

Keen Teen:  What’s that, mister? Are we gonna see some traditional dancing? Or a folk music show?

Miles:  You are aware that you signed up for viewing slavery and mass murder in 20th century China, right? I thought we already established that back in 2600 before we left.    

Keen Teen:  Yeah, I know.  Maybe we can get some folk music in after we see the violent oppression?
Miles:  Why did you choose this tour, exactly?  There are tours dedicated completely to art, you know.    

Keen Teen:  Yeah, I just thought a little co-mingling of extremes would balance things out.    
Jolly Gent:  I’m open to it.

Lively Lady:  Me too!

Miles:  Well, I suppose we might be able to fit it in towards the end of the tour.  We’ll see.  Now, just one more thing before we step out for the viewing.  What you’re going to see is quite immoral, heartless, brutal, and mind-numbingly illogical.  Please refrain from attempting to swoop down on the perpetrators of evil.   Trust me, I would love to come to the defense of the suffering people here today, but risking the timeline is far too risky.  If you do attempt to swoop down and face-off against an order-follower, you and your suit will instantaneously turn into unstable gelatinous goo.

Lively Lady:  As opposed to stable gelatinous goo?
Miles:  Ok, just joking about the goo part, but you will automatically be transported back to 2600 and will miss the rest of the time tour.    

Keen Teen:  Hey, mister, I have a question.  Can we still talk to each other while we’re watching?

Miles:  Great question.  Yes, we’ll be able to converse with one another, and the locals won’t be able to hear us.  Now please, everyone, if you would all be so kind as to follow me out.    

They all walk out and disappear.  Anti-gravity propulsion slowly levitates them and flies them to a nearby “commune”.  There, they hover safely above and witness the horrors of ignorance, order-following, fear, and violence.  People are worked to the bone.  Order-followers strut around.  Living conditions are unspeakably treacherous.    

Order-followers in uniforms (military) and a stuffy control freak (bureaucrat) are meeting with the two government appointed "controllers" of the commune.

Stuffy control freak:  Your commune has failed to reach the production quota! You have failed the people and must be punished, to appease the people.    

Commune Controller:  But we followed the government approved farming methods perfectly!   
Stuffy control freak:  How dare you! Are you blaming the great Chairman Mao for your inadequacies?!

Commune Controller:  Oh, no, I would never….
Stuffy control freak (to order-follower):  Put him in the firing squad line!

Order-follower puts gun to head of “commune controller” and forces him to march away.   
Stuffy control freak (to other “controller”):  You have two weeks to meet the new quota.

Commune Controller:  Two weeks! Fixing farming problems and getting the results can’t happen in 2 weeks! Plants take longer to grow than that!

Stuffy control freak (crazed look):  You must do it for the people! And any more excuses and you will be punished for the sake of the people.    

Miles (to all time travelers):  Any questions about what we just witnessed?
Jolly Gent:  Yeah, what’s a “firing squad line”?

Miles:  A “firing squad” was a group of order-followers who would murder on command.   
Keen Teen:  Like a robot?

Miles:  Something like that, yes, only they were actual people, like the order-followers you just saw marching that man away.  What they would do is line people up and shoot them from a short distance.     

Lively Lady:  Why would they do such a thing?
Miles:  Because they were under mind control.  They didn’t know the difference between right and wrong.  Even if they knew what they were doing was wrong, they still followed orders out of fear.  So they followed orders, not conscience. 

Lively Lady:  How barbaric! You mean to tell me that they would just line people up and shoot them because another person told them to?

Miles:  Yes, that’s right.  A miracle the human race survived, is it not?
Jolly Gent:  And one of those characters said something about a “government approved farming method”.  What the heck is that?

Miles:  A recipe for disaster, in a manner of speaking.  To be more specific, during this time period in China, a great deal of agricultural production was forcibly taken over and run by the violent gang with fancy titles called government.  Private property was abolished.    

The farms run by the government gang were forced to use certain farming techniques that were deemed adequate by some control freaks with fancy government titles thousands of miles away.  This is the “government approved techniques” that that little smug control freak was referring to.  It was centralization at its most hideous.  Tens of millions of people died during this time period in China, and many of them died due to starvation.

Keen Teen:  Golly gee, mister, you sure know how to ruin a guy’s appetite for dumplings.

Miles (grimacing):  Apologies.  Now, if there are no further questions, we’ll be moving along to a place nearby, to witness another key instance in the creation of such preposterous conditions.   

They fly a few miles and come to a small homestead that is owned by a family.  Another government goon squad is making its approach.  The mother and father of the family go out to meet the goon squad leader, another stuffy control freak (bureaucrat).

Stuffy control freak:: Good afternoon.  I am here to inform you that you have the privilege of serving the people.  The people need you and your family to work in metals production.  It is a fine line of work.    

Father:  But what about our farm?
Stuffy control freak:  It will be looked after by the people while you’re away.  The people thank you for your service.    

Mother (appalled):  I’m not leaving my home to go work in some dingy factory! 

Stuffy control freak:  You must do it for the people!
Mother:  I will not!

Stuffy control freak:  Then you are an enemy of the people!

Control freak motions to order-follower.  Order-follower shoots woman in head.  Woman dies.  Father cries uncontrollably.  Children run out of the house, screaming and crying.    

The time travelers start flying back to the giant time machine walrus.    

Miles:  So what you just witnessed was how some of the agriculturally productive land was obtained by the violent mob with fancy titles called government.  

Lively Lady:  They stole it!
Miles:  Yes, that sums it up adequately.    

Jolly Gent:  And what’s all that business about “the people”? What was all that supposed to mean?

Miles:  Great question.  Yes, this was a common technique for mind control.  Euphemistic language, vague language, and simple slogans were used to gain compliance and control behavior.  Using a term like “the people” was meant to evoke a form of altruistic energy and emotive state in a person.  This was used in many violent, collectivist societies.    

For example, if I ask you if you want to help the people, you feel that you must say yes, just on sheer emotion and natural empathy alone, not to mention the shame and social disapproval you might suffer from friends and family if you say no.  On top of this, an “enemy of the people” was an emotive term used to evoke fear and hatred.  This was often used to manipulate order-followers into murdering countless others.    

They arrive safely back in the walrus.    

Lively Lady:  And where might we be off to now?
Miles:  Not far from here, geographically speaking, but we’re about to jump 25 years into the future.    

Keen Teen:  1985? Can we see a cheesy pop concert while we’re there?
Miles:  Um, again, not that kind of tour.  And how do you know such an obscure subject?

Keen Teen shrugs.  Miles punches up the destination and they’re swirled away in a hurricane of light.    

Lively Lady:  What was that bump we hit?
Miles (inspecting control panel):  Hmmm, computer says we hit a quark swell.    

Keen Teen:  That wasn’t so swell for me.    

Miles:  Yes, my apologies.  These things happen from time to time. Now, we must hurry to make our next observation point.    

Lively Lady:  Isn’t that a little paradoxical? Why hurry if we have a time machine?
Miles:  Yes, I suppose.    

They walk out into the bustling city of Shanghai.    

Keen Teen:  Hey, mister.  Aren’t you forgetting something? (motions towards walrus, which is fully visible)
Miles:  Oh dear! (uses remote control to cloak the time machine) Thanks for bringing that to my attention!

Jolly Gent (noticing perplexed onlookers):  Put that on the list of quirky things from 1985.    

Lively Lady:  And what about the fabric of space time?
Miles (gasping):  I’m sure it’ll be fine.  Maybe.  Anyway, our destination is just across the street.    

They are gently flown to and hover near a tiny apartment in a drab looking tower.  There is a pregnant woman sitting on the floor.  There is a child playing in the next room.  Outside, a black car pulls up.  A couple order-followers in uniforms, a smug control freak, and a psychopathic doctor get out and make their way into the building.  A moment later, there is a loud knock on the pregnant woman’s door.    

Woman opens door.    

Woman:  Yes?
Smug Control Freak:  We’re from the government and need to speak with you.    

Woman:  Ok, come in.

Smug Control Freak (looks at child playing, then back to pregnant mother):  So the report we received has been confirmed.  You are in violation of the government’s one child policy.  You can either pay a fine of 6,000 dollars, or abort the child.    

Woman:  I don’t have that much money!
Smug Control Freak:  Then we must abort your child, for the people.    

Woman starts screaming and flailing around in agony.  Order-followers grab her and force her down.  Child that was playing is now crying uncontrollably.  The 7 month old unborn child is murdered by the psychopathic doctor.  The dead child is placed in the mother’s arms.  All of the government criminals leave.    

A solemn and speechless time traveling crew make their way back to the walrus.    

Lively Woman (sobbing):  That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever seen.    
Jolly Gent:  Primitive brutes.

Keen Teen:  How could they do such horrific things?

Miles:  They were under mind control, ignorant of Natural Law, just as all order-followers in all ages.  They actually believed that doing things like that were necessary to benefit themselves and society.    

Lively Woman:  What was that one child policy he spoke of?

Miles:  For a few decades at the end of the 20th and beginning of the 21st century, the violent mob called government gave a diktat that only one child per couple would be allowed.  Violations, as you just saw, were met with brutal consequences.    

Jolly Gent:  That’s insane! That’s got to be one of the most outrageous violations of Natural Law in history!
Keen Teen:  And what was that term they used? Abort? 

Miles:  Yes, rather than saying “murdering babies”, people of this time period used euphemisms like “abortion” and “reproductive rights”. This is one factor that led to the murdering of tens of millions of babies in the 20th and 21st centuries.    

Lively Lady:  What an incalculable crime! It boggles the mind!

Miles:  Indeed.  Well, as you’ve just seen, China in the 20th century had a society that was one of the most reprehensible and gross violators of Natural Law in the history of the world.  Who’s ready to go back to 2600?

With relief on their faces, all raise enthusiastic hands.  Miles fires up the walrus and they’re whisked back to 2600, peace, liberty, and voluntaryism.    

Thanks for your time and attention!

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