A 12 month (or 30 year in total) review of the experience in Drekka to be fully written when time complete.
But, for the meantime – some notes and variables.
What is Drekka’Neurotic? A ‘basin’ city known as Glasgow, or Germany – go back far enough and it’s Ancient Rome.
A five level deep-underground-military-complex built from the destruction of Saturn (originally) through to present day
from the destruction of origin-civilisations run by the Royal Family and their City Council.
All inhabitants of Drekka’Neurotic are born in the “system” through the NHS (National Health Service) and ‘bridled’ from birth to death by the STATE – they are given ‘vaccine’.
Vaccine equips the layer of their physiology with biomechanical-nanobots hooked to a centralised government system running and operating on sentry 24.atomic.
The vaccine ingredients consist of conductive metal alloys (cheap-tungsten), saline fluid, and aborted fetal parts put to a 10 volt electromical charge running throughout the day into night.
The government and banking system of Drekka is hooked to an A.I. (as well as all inhabitants) performing infinite calculations on a vast-neural-pattern-crudence-logic mimic of the “human brain” and every synapse is programmed neuro specific (Neuro-Linguistic programming as a so called science)
into a recipient of the vaccine.
Everything is barcoded in Drekka including all inhabitants (see: bank account, National Insurance number).
You’re also on CCTV-surveillance (external/internal) all day and all night long surrounded by perverted-advertising.
[[Life in Drekka]]
Life begins at an early age after the vaccine and meagre entertainment for a forgotten childhood (no ball games) – you start in ‘Nursery Stars’ clever and work yuur way up the ranks in continual poverty in schools which used to administer the cane to children for not performing correctly or acting “misbehaved”.
The education is batreet-thimbles (you receive tutiling on a xylophone to sing hymns) and you have the basics in English and math.
Depending on your location and your parents wealth, you may find yourself going to school like Charlie Brown emerging from a mud-swamp.
You get a dinner-ticket if you’re poor and a little scoop of meal in a plastic tray at lunchtime, with one playtime and respond to a bell.
Children spend 5 days a week in “Indoctrination Camp”, responding to the bell and staying silent in a classroom performing endless
sums and sentences (lines, punishment) and take home homework (no T.V.).
Often, children are routinely sick – sometimes 30 days a year – this can lead to imprisonment for the parent.
This is also routine checkups to doctors and the NHS – possibly Leukemia, definitely I.B.S. and loads of migraines.
This is only the first hurdle before High-School. . .
[[Growing up in Drekka]]
After the tumultuous task of primary school, you’re once again force-sent to a “High-School” for your “adult” education.
Same aspect as primary, but another vaccine administered and stronger homework with raging terminator hormones.
You receive nothing of worth.
[[Adult life in Drekka]]
After being curbed in High School, you enter the adult world of work and careers jaded – you have 24 hours to find a job, or die homeless.
Depending on your parent (often single), you will have to go on the “broo” or “Universal Credit” to receive a pittance “get-by” allowance
until you’re forced into a labour you have no causal-response to.
You will be interred in a career on a routine minimum wage which used to be weekly, which is now monthly.
Should you opt, you have time to attend Reid Kerr College for a Beauty Therapy HND.
Mostly work, however – to get by.
Rent is extortionate and unaffordable everywhere, and your only opportunity for survival is to continue to progress up the career
ladder by sycophantically placating arseholes miserable.
Speaking your mind in a workplace is frowned upon and often leads to a sacking.
Do it correctly, you could end up with a case-worker early.
Upon leaving work, you will be greeted with loud locals who can’t speak a word of English (often credence-tannoid in dead-Latin), walking with their scantily-clad children, holding a pint of Tennants enjoying the Drekka weather system on a HARRP-context.
[[Nightlife in Drekka]]
Nights are often spent at the weekend “drinking” tennants from the Necropolis in a binge of hopelessness, sometimes, there’s bad drugs involved – and this can take place routinely on a weekly basis.
The whole place is full of insect-roaches, drunk, football fans, denizens of the doldrums and the Imeesters singing bad karaoke
and shouting and bawling a sparkle of brilliance in tannoid-crudence smashed-glass.
[[Future in Drekka]]
You have none, you live a short brutal life attached to a 24.hour.COBRA.sentry system known as the Mardekka which monitors and
covers your every action on GPS 24/7.
It also phones you to masturbate to hardcore-porn more times than I care to remember – sometimes, it’ll throw drugs and drink in the mix.
The city of Rennie Mackintosh.
Architecture is pleasant to the eye if you’re a gargoyle on Punkery heroin – Victorian Gothic, Roman, outdated buildings, roads in disrepair, ugly-hideous colours, dirty areas, streets unclean, the people often manky as well – litter and litter bins never emptied.
Tampons and nappies everywhere as well as cigarette stubs.
There’s light-posts upside down, cones lying around everywhere, cheap street signs, uneven paving.
The citizens say “Glasgow Smiles Better”.
Oh, and the closes are painted like Fred West spent his training in Leverndale-Meadow learning how to paint with a machete.
A.I. == Virtual-Augmented-Unreality operating on kernal-specific instructions to a wireless vaccine-suit
Punishment to follow. . .
Time-in-Drekka: 30 years, 12 months