Inside, the roads were crumbling. Everyone wore the same clothes and wore black, rubber boots that looked like they’d been made from a car tire. The entirety of the city (they’d presumed) was surrounded by high walls and high-voltage fencing with only the one exit point. Everyone they’d passed knelt on one knee and repeated the gesture she’d come to hate, though one person of senior age didn’t kneel (Julie saw him get shot in her mirror and almost puked from the PTSD it triggered). Eventually making it to the middle of the city, there were eight roads leading to a massive square with armed guards stationed every three feet.
“This has to be the size of Tienanmen Square…” George muttered as Julie brought the car to an abrupt stop when a number of guards pointed their weapons at them, with the exception of one who walked (in goosestep) to the vehicle before turning to the perimeter with his hands raised. He lowered them and spread them apart as the army disarmed themselves and cleared the road.
Eventually getting on the concrete brick square, the road was simply a black, painted track around a statue of a hand grabbing a bloodied sword. Behind it sat a palace where three guards stood, one in the exact middle of the stairs and two on either side at the bottom.
This had been a stark contrast to the other buildings they’d seen- small huts, small trailers, or ram-shack stands.
“Don’t move,” Julie said, locking the car as it came to a stop at the base of the stairs.
The guard on the stairs said something into a radio before walking in the same fashion as earlier to the car as Julie opened the window an inch.
“My Lord wishes for you to come inside and for me to park.”
“Best do as he says,” Julie said, getting out of the car with George, only going inside when the car was moving again.
Their banner (a black-and-red sword in a white shape on a field of blood-red) had been on prominent display and no wireless signals got in or out. In spite of how much control Nasovar seemed to have on information, they both noticed WiFi signals everywhere, though none had a password except for the one labeled NASOVAR SQUARE-5G.
“First we had Adolf Hitler with Nazi Germany, then the Kim family with North Korea, and now Nasovar with Utopia Country,” Julie said as they traveled the empty halls, “Terrifying.”
“Are you sure we’re not in Nazi Germany?” George asked, “The only differences are no swastikas and this place is in English.”
“I really hope this whole thing is a bad nightmare.”
Moments later, a completely-naked oryx was shoved into the hall with the door quickly closing behind her.
“Oh my lord, are you okay, Miss?”
[END OF PREVIEW]
The scene that George and Julie finds themself in is, unfortunately, one that has been acted many times throughout history (and is still happening to this day). Walking into what is, essentially, a real-life North Korea, they find out things that were normal are exotic while the old definition of unthinkable claims to be the mundane. I never thought I would bring the cult up in its true light, but this isn't a dystopian fiction for some people- it's everyday life for them. Shows of loyalty, brainwashing, and a lack of information are issues that plague a number of societies in the world… all of which Nasovar's «Utopia Country» is not only built on, but hopefully brings to light these issues so that the right person or people might see and take action.
Here is a link to a YouTube channel of someone who has come from such a place.
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