Sleep to Humiliation/Episode Text

== Episode Text ==
I shot up from the couch, seeing Pulin's tidy room. Nothing about it seemed to really change. There was the round ceiling light at the top, with the beams railing up the walls, and the very couch I slept on.
Was I asleep here this whole time? The last thing I remember was us talking about Najarv'sye, then meat. That is much of it. How did I sleep during conversation? Pulin was speaking, then Polly got more meat to eat, and—yes—Pulin fell asleep while I was talking about my glories of eating meat back at Pertan. Then, shortly after, I guess I followed his lead as well.
Polly is not here now, but Pulin is right on his couch still sleeping. Well, this is his room after all. Still, it was rather rude of him to rest while important information was going out.
Instead of sticking around and burdening Pulin more, the bathroom was just down the hall. So, I walked down there, slipping out of the room without making a noise.
Interpreter Lalsu was in there washing his face. What was different about him here, though, was that his male bun was down, and his hair fell down just past his shoulders. His black jewelry was off, and his ears were to his sides.
"Good morning, Savoice."
"Morning." I made my way to the shower, only to find no coverings on it. "Are there any shower curtains here?"
"No. You will have to take a shower exposed."
"Eh...do you use the shower here?"
He looked at me through the mirror. "I use the shower that's in my room."
"Oh."
From there, I went about my business to continue otherwise. As I walked out, I grimaced at the shower. Instead of taking a shower there, I decided to take it in my room where I am more sure someone would not walk in on me.
I opened the door to my room. There was the mirror, and the wooden plank floors, the sofa, and the hanging bed structure. Over the crevice of the corner was the shower, too. I looked up at the ceiling.
There were black blotches on it.
"Oh, oh, oh...That changed! That's what Najarv'sye talked about!"
I rushed to a neighbor's door. "Salmah! Salmah! There's black blotches and dancing people over the painting! Open up!"
"Hey, hey," he opened the door. "Matter with you what?"
"The paintings--!" I could not even catch a breath.
"Settle down, Savoice. It's too early to be doing this."
"No! You have to come and see! The painting has black blotches on it--just like Najarv'sye said it would be!"
"Stop pulling on my hand!" He pulled away from me. "What has in you gotten?!"
In the distance, other people began to peep on at the situation. Neighbor number two stepped out of his room, frowning. There was Lovopian down the hall, and some person with grey hair staring at us. Before I could look back over at Salmah, more attention came than I thought. Everyone was watching.
"Savoice, you troublesome burden," Interpreter Myaari stomped up. "What reason has you yelling at this time of morning?"
"There are blotches appearing on my ceiling--black, dark ones on top of the dancers of Reyonis Platura. Look! Look for yourself!" I started running to my room.
"If this is deceptive, I'm docking you." He followed after me, along with everyone else.
I was leading a pack of some sort, making way to the room. "Look, in here."
Pointing up at the ceiling was nothing but pure black at the top of it. The whole ceiling gave out a black, blatant stare at me.
Everyone stared back at the black painting with me.
"No..." That painting was there, and that ceiling was not black. I know it wasn't. I looked back at the people behind me.
"Wow," Khovab wandered his eyes around.
"What a disappointment," Kon'effin lied.
"Not you, Savoice," Lovopian moved his lips to the side. "Not you..."
Even the canine person that never talked had a displeased frown on his face.
"Deceptive," Interpreter Myaari shook his head. "I'm docking you."
"Now hold on," I approached him. "Why would I need a dock if the truth is right in front of you?"
"Where's the painting of Reyonis Platura? Where's the black blotches? Where's your mind, Savoice? Nowhere! All of this," he waved, "is a form of deception."
"There is no deception. I know I saw those paintings up there. There were people up there dancing and--what Najarv'sye said! They were dancing over the death!"
"Executives amidst," Dojyu Coffnaigh's voice interluded. "What is going on here?"
"He is denying reality, Dojyu," Interpreter Myaari searched the ground.
"Uh oh," Cerva Sah, beside the Dojyu, mouthed. "That is a major dock."
I marched up to him. "Now you hold on there, you little rat! I am not denying anything of the sort! Those paintings were there, and you know it!"
"I don't know anything of such. But, I do know that what you speak has been determined a lie while you accept it. That's the 'denial of reality', Savoice."
"I...All of you are liars--just ruthless, unkempt liars. That is why all of you are being punished here in Ovilis. You soak me in the glory of your vain tongues so that the truth never comes forth! Then, when you look for it, it's gone already, because you all rid of it!"
"Now, now, Savoice, listen to me--and listen closely," Dojyu Coffnaigh said. "If Interpreter Myaari says that those paintings weren't there, then they could or could not be." He turned over to Salmah. "What do you see, Interpreter Ogan?"
"Uh, nothing but black."
Dojyu turned to Kon'effin. "What do you see, Interpreter Kon'effin?"
"The whole ceiling is black."
Dojyu Coffnaigh blinked slow to me. "Looks like it is of your own, Savoice."
"My own what?"
"Your own sight. Everyone sees differently. He is not denying reality, Cerva. Remember, you deny reality to reject its existence."
The Cerva glared at Dojyu Coffnaigh for a while, and then sighed. "Agreed," he nodded. "This is your fair warning, Savoice. A very fair warning--more fair than it will ever be. Next time you ail anyone else, I will be sure to eject you out of here."
Dojyu Coffnaigh stood beside me. "The world seems to be in your hands, Savoice."
Cerva Sah twitched his ears and pushed up his red glasses. "Everyone back to bed."
"What do you mean, Dojyu?" I said.
"I mean that you control what the people want to hear so they have the opportunity to reject or not."
"You should have been punished," Khovab felt his feathers. "That is just not fair." He walked away.
"Get to bed now," Dojyu Coffnaigh swayed his hand. "Savoice, next time you do that, you should keep it to yourself. It's better that way."
"How can I do that if I can't trust what I see? That's impossible."
"No, what's impossible is finding what you trust so you can see it. Oh," he started leaving, "You've look a bit tired lately. You should have your eyes closed more." From there, he was gone.
"I knew you couldn't do it," Lovopian smirked, strolling off.
"I can do anything I want! Imbecile..." I growled, watching all of the Interpreters leave.
Interpreter Myaari, with his flaring red eyes, blossomed hate into my head for all of the system here. He stared, with his celeste blue hair slightly floating with the atmosphere. Then, he made his way from me.
"Imbeciles," I said to myself. "Just an organization of imbeciles..."
There was no one in the hallways anymore; it was me and myself for an army. I know that those paintings where there. Every day, I would wake up to them. Every day. And now, it's all black. That does not make sense to me.
How am I supposed to avoid the denial of reality when the reality can't even stay the same as it was the day before? It almost seems like I'm not in the District of Turiah at all. I am right outside of it, awaiting the spontaneous reality and its raveling fibs to suppress me.
Then, all of the people are just going to glare at me when I am telling the truth. I see the reality—I do. It just does not stay the same. It is a challenge to cooperate with people that cannot even see the reality. They just expect to be the ones praising themselves for being in the District of Turiah and being able to notice the changes before them. They are all imbeciles!
I stormed back into my room and shut my eyes from the world. For a while, I sat there upset in trying to figure out why some of the conditions I see keep happening to me. First, it was the barred door. Then, it was the shower and the curtain. Now, it's the painting. Perhaps perplexion has struken my mind with my low score in mental stability.
The door knocked.
"Get outta here!" I shook my head. "Waste your life as everyone else at the Regimen. Go believe a lie."
"Savoice," a familiar sharp tone pierced through the door, "I believe you."
I looked up. "Stop soaking me up, Moderator."
"I am not trying to deceive you of any sort. I swear."
"You swear?"
"I swear. Open the door."
I walked over to the door and opened it to Moderator Hoberzt. "Out of all people, it would be you."
"Let me come and talk with you a little," he welcomed himself inside the room, sitting on the reclined couch. "I saw everything."
I stood to his side. "I know you did."
"Then why did it take a while for you to open the door?"
"Because I do not just open doors for people."
"Suit yourself," he smiled to himself. "This whole system is clearly to nought, Savoice. Do you know why?"
"Because everyone are imbeciles that accomodate to their own thoughts."
"Acutally, you are more than right. All of the people here seem to make up lies so they chose someone to eject. I was an interpreter like you at one time, and I watched a person go mentally unlimited because of their living conditions. His room always changed, as he did also."
"What was his name?"
"Hm...we were actually ordered to forget his name."
"So, you don't remember?"
"Actually I do. His name is Callinaiva now."
I turned to him. "Callinaiva?! You mean that Moderator down--?"
"Yes, him. His whole idea of the world changed into a realm of a storybook, being named after a character of thought. Have you noticed that he speaks in third person?"
"Now that I think about it, he is quite strange. He told me to sit in thought for a cure to ordeal."
"That's him. It is just difficult to forget his real name, because he was one of the ones that came to 'deny' reality. I hope they don't do this to you..."
"What was his name, Moderator?"
"Mn...it was Tervaiu Docnabe."
"Tervaiu Docnabe...Tervaiu Docnabe...nope, I don't remember the name from anywhere."
"You actually aren't supposed to backed by Ovilian law. But, now you know."
"So, they're going to try to do this to me and change me to a creature like him?"
"I'm not sure what they're going to do," he glanced at the black ceiling. "I suppose they are going to make you test your insanity, too."
"They are going to get the best of me."
I knew I shouldn't be here. I need to get my admission of return right away.
"Hey, do you want to get some breakfast?" He looked at me with large eyes.
"Yes, I need some."
"Let us go, then," he stood up and walked out of the room. "We can finish this conversation in there."
So, the two of us walked to the cafeteria without expressing any words. I was too deep in the astonishment of all the information which Moderator Hoberzt granted me. This little issue of his even had to halt for sympathy for me.
What are they really trying to do to me? Are they trying to prove to the Pertanese that they are even vunerable to imperfection? If they are doing this, I would not be a good representative. As I do not have the complete mental capacity as some may, that does not even hinder my expertise in mind manipulation and persuasion. Maybe that is what I need to do. Perhaps, it is to convince them that I have a perfect mind beyond reality.
We walked into the cafeteria, and there was that red-haired girl freezing from finger curling her hair at our presence.
"Oh, oh, good morning," she blushed. "It's kinda early, but breakfast is ready."
Moderator Hoberzt nodded and set up his plates full of the cheeses. I trailed behind him scooping up one of everything. We sat near the enterance.
"Tell me Savoice," he picked up his fork, "Do you want to go back to Pertan?"
"I...I do."
"Really, now?" He looked over at the red-haired cafeteria worker approach us.
"Um," she smiled at me, "Sorry for interrupting. I was just wondering...would you like to have a packed lunch?"
"Packed lunch? I'll just eat good here."
Moderator Hoberzt raised an eye. "I can have it, if you want."
"What?"
"I can have your lunch, if you want--the one that she's making for you."
"Oh, oh," she shook her head, "You don't have to have one if you don't want it. It was just an, um, offer."
I slurped slimy noodles. "Make me a lunch, madam."
"Oh, okay. Would you like one, too, Moderator?"
"I would," he watched me, "but make sure that it's cheese plentiful."
"I will," she smiled, nodded, and then skipped away from us.
"She obviously has a romantic interest," Moderator Hoberzt put down hid fork. "Anyway, I was considering your request for an 'admission of return.'"
"You have?"
"Of course. If the Ovil is even corrupted by this idea of the perfect society and ejecting 'corrupted' minds, I might as well send you away."
"Are you saying that I am 'corrupted'?"
"No, no, no. I am saying that you are better than this world of corruption here in Ovilis."
I leaned back in my seat. "Why didn't you do this at the beginning, then?"
"Because, well, I did not admire you much. I believed that you needed to be humbled. Remember when we were in line after the introductory ceremony, and you cut in front a bunch of us? Then, you didn't bow like you were supposed t--."
"I don't bow to anyone."
He glared at me for a crisp moment. "You don't have a religion, Savoice?"
"Let me say this; I have a religion, but it is not like anyone else's. I believe that my perception of the world is an acceptable reason for much events. My contributions to society are the strive for perfection, nearing a desperation of truth."
"So, you believe that you are the religion."
"No, I believe that I find it my way."
He continued to eat the food, chewing slowly as he gazed into my stinging eyes. His hair was messy, yet it had some structural vibe.
"Did you prepare yourself this morning?" I said.
"No. It would take me a while to do so. Look, Savoice. And look closely. I honestly think that you have a high ego that needs to be humbled a little."
"Do you have a religion?"
"I believe that us creatures are the creators of Reyonis Platura. We are the ones wroughting the devastation on Ovilis, as we are the ones making rule for those impertinent of divine truth."
"Divine truth?"
"Yes. There is something over you, Savoice. And, it's waiting to clench to your throat so you say its name forever."
A religion would never cross my mind. What is the purpose of belief if there is no options? Where is the truth being here on Ovilis if I'm being thrown out of here anyway? What was the purpose of the Pertanese turning against me when I abhorred this law? There is just no way truth would redeem the suffering—not in this condition.
"Whatever you say," I said.
From there, the two of us continued to eat our food without any more exchange of conversation. Moderator Hoberzt looked at me a little, and then continued to eat. And he never stopped. Occasionally, he would flash his eyes into my food up my face, and tick back down when I looked directly at him.
I didn't ask him a question, as the conversation of religion was the most awkward between us. But, a conversation had to go forth somehow.
"Savoice," the cafeteria worker came to us again with our lunches, "here's your lunch, and here's yours, too, Moderator."
"Thank you," he nodded.
I took my lunch and looked into the bag as she stood beside me. "Where is the Asalan meat?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you wanted that."
"I guess I should have told you," I closed my eyes, opening them to the well-postured Moderator Hoberzt.
"Sorry," she ran to the back to get some. "I'll be right back."
I turned to Moderator Hoberzt. "You seem calm, today, sir."
"Very, very calm. Yes, yes. Why else would I offer you breakfast?"
"Because you're trying to soften me."
He glared. "Soften? I am an honest person that never falls out of his bounds. If there is any reason I would need to soften you, that is to make you humble."
"Aren't you trying to do that?"
"No, I'm trying to save you from the fate that Callinaiva had--becoming mentally insane." He leaned to my ear. "Don't you tell anyone that I told you about this. I could be fired."
Ooh, fired? Perhaps, I can get back at him for snarking to me all of the days I hated him. But, for now, I will just watch him. His mentions of religion don't seem to add up to me.
"I suppose you're in the right place," I muttered, watching the girl walk up again.
"Here you go," she lended another bag to me, "You can just take both bags. I'm so sorry for this misconception."
"It's fine. What is your name, again?"
"Um, my name? Oh, my name, sorry. My name is Dagra Quais, remember?"
"Oh, oh yes," the name was familiar. "I am bad with remembering names."
"Oh, it's fine." She turned over to Moderator Hoberzt, twirling her hair. "Is there anything that you would like me to add to your lunch?"
"It's fine. Your hospitality is splendid."
"Oh...thanks. Um, I'd better go now and continue cooking for the breakfast. See you males later." She rushed back to the kitchen.
"Yeah, there is a romantic interest in you, Savoice," Moderator Hoberzt finished his plate. "You should consider it. After all, until you leave, you should enjoy yourself."
"A romantic interest, hmm..." I sighed. "I know I'm not going to go to the 'Regimen' today. Too many people saw me as a fool this morning."
"Aren't you going to be held accountable for not going?"
"I don't know, yet. I guess I'll see when someone tells me or something."
"Always make a wise decision in Ovilis. Any consequence can bite later."
"Alright."
The two of us ate the rest of our meals and went our separate ways after that. The forgiven Moderator told me that, in the future, we could meet sometime outside of this facility and explore the District of Turiah a little bit. That's nice to know—that I could travel outside of this prison.
Instead of going to the Regimen, curiosity led me around the facility to truly learn of its expectations. Of course, there was the fourier at the way front where I cannot leave without admission. But, there was a door which listed "Discussion Area", and it didn't seem off limits to me.
The door was open. Inside, there was white, white white. Two long, cocentric glass tables grasped the attention of the room. White soft chairs with metal bases crept the floors with its sleek design. There were two tall walls of sturdiness, although hollow. Behind them were tables and chairs against the wall. Going out from there was another door.
The room led to here said, "Wall of Conclusions", whatever that meant, on it. In this particular room, everything was dark, with no lights, but there was light somehow. Words were engraved into the walls with glowing colors, with many words expressing from it in various glows. All of them seemed to be rules of some sort. One of them said, "The duties of spontaneous reality are the duties of being and its kind." There were much more, the last one being "Never deny reality." Perhaps, this is where they write all of the rules as they come out.
But, it was wonderous to be in the room, because those few words had an impact on the environment. The door was closed from the other side, and it was jet black in the room besides the words. I couldn't even see the light hit on me. Ahead was another door, another attribute in the room which glowed.
Through that door was a room specified to be called the "Finalization Room". Instead of it being all black, this room was all white, and it was circular. At the ceiling was a multi-colored chandelier of beauty that reflected the dim lights of painted fantasy. On the walls were black words that said, "The Final Slate of Decision". Under it was some symbols which I could not recognize at all. They looked like squiggles of fancy and legible writing made for the wealthy. But, this was obviously not in Reyplatal.
I layed down in face of the chandelier. The life of being here on Ovilis is more than a discovery, a mere impression as Dojyu Coffnaigh called it, so that I gain my power back in Pertan. The focus is to flesh out the corruption here, and then move my way to Pertan. Many of the individuals here in Ovilis are quite the charm in their believable nature, yet suppressed of their duty.
As Moderator Hoberzt was telling me, some of these people are trying to make a liar out of me in order to have me eliminated. They would be the ones asking for me to pull out of the District of Turiah so I could experience the horrid conditions of Ovilis myself. Or, they could be just trying to kill me as a sign to the Pertanese government that Pertan must intervene with the situation.
Callinaiva is a Moderator now, an executive over me. Perhaps, they have chosen that they want me to become an executive while showing it direly false in a depletion of reputation? Since I was a Higher at one time, this could be their way of telling me that they want me to intervene into the Ovilian government.
Just perfect. They are all blindly serving me. All of those Interpreters like Kon'effing and Lovopian are serving me, too. I have been chosen to become an executive in disguise. I see.
For a long time the pondering await absorbed my mind. The chandelier was hanging speech back to me, too. In its solemn peace, it was telling me the years it hung up on the ceiling without any visits. No one was in this room. It is empty with no welcoming, after all.
How come I had never knew about this room? No one told us about it. I would have never known if I hadn't kept myself from the Regimen. And everyone else is, well, at the Regimen speaking empty conclusions without me. I am excluded from nothing, and I'm in need of nothing but power.
That's all. I want to be a Higher again. But, how would that ever happen if I don't manipulate the people? It can't happen on its own.
I stood up again and looked at the strange symbols on the wall. Then, through this door, then the door of the dark room, and the door that led me to all of this phenomena for the facility, I walked out of them. Outside was the busy halls once again, with the door to the Regimen right beside it. Instead of taking the stairs that was near, I walked to the stairs from behind me to avoid the door to the Regimen.
There was a side door on the side for a new route, which led to a new place I had never seen. After opening the door, a large area, possibly as large as a farm that extends to the horizon, was the enclosure of nature and being-inhabited space. Flowers were blooming from the ground, with a sharp white light slicing down onto them from the top. Dew waited upon them in anticipation of movement. A rocky trail was pleading to be walked on, for it led to a limitless distance. This was the way for escape.
I ran down the rocky trail with pressuring adrenaline that pumped my body with determination. More and more the world shook, less and less the facility became bound to me.
"Savoice? Savoice!" A stout call of war set upon me.
But, I didn't look back. If I stop now, then I would have to go back in that facility. The more I ran, the more freedom unchained me.
"Hey, Savoice, get here!" He echoed. I could hear him trotting from behind.
I didn't stop. But, the freedom stopped. The enclosure, with its tall walls of no hesitation showed its true side, granting me a dead end to nowhere but the person behind me. I still ran. I ran to that wall and tried to run outside of it, even though I tripped eventually.
A falling temper choked me. "No, no, no..."
"Hey," a purple male with a mask over his mouth panted. "Where were you going?"
"Nowhere. Just running."
"I think you had an intention. Were you trying to run out of here?"
"Maybe."
"Come on," he extended his gloved hands. "I know you from the ceremony."
I glared into his dark brown eyes of sincerity and his ears to the side. "You do?"
"Everyone knows you, Savoice. Come on."
I took his hand as he lifted me up. "Who are you?"
"Glad you asked. I am Saz Tuy of the Finalization Team."
"Finalization Team? Aren't you establishing anything right now?"
"Well, actually, you are supposed to be doing that, Interpreter. But, you're not at the Regimen like you're supposed to. Why aren't you there?"
"Were you upstairs this morning?"
"I live upstairs, as do the other Finalizers."
"Well, were you there for the incident where I was saying...never mind."
He tilted his head, watching as I turned from him. "I look beyond that. But, you didn't answer my question. Why aren't you at the Regimen to make contributions?"
"Because they will never listen to me again after that incident."
"Never? You're pretty dramatic for a Pertanese."
I turned back to him. "Dramatic?"
"Yes, Savoice. Dramatic."
I whistled to myself, humming the tune of a perfection anthem from Pertan. He just stared at me.
"You should just go back inside," he shook his head. "I'm going in now."
"Wait," I said, "When is the next expression meet and all that?"
"That's tomorrow. They're trying to tighten up the schedule. Moderator Callinaiva and Moderator Hoberzt will be there to moderate." He walked away.
In wait of isolation, I watched the rhino make his way from me back through the door. Then, after a few moments, escape was my means, so I went back inside as well.
With no familiar faces in the halls, I dashed to my room. Immediately, I sat down on the bed and fell right to sleep.Category:Sub-pages