Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #16 July 2015 | Page 50

Special
by Ana Marija Meshkova
Everyone wants to be special. Important. To
be bigger than all of this, to have nothing in common
with the sheep that are content to live their life day
after day. They want to stray from the path and find an
oasis. They want to be the one.
The ones willing to act on this desire are the
easiest to lure. Offer them ‘the truth,’ offer them freedom from the shackles of oppression, hell, offer them
immortality if they believe a human can achieve that.
Give them the gift of thinking they are above others
and they will submit. Do anything you want. They
will deceive, they will maim, they will kill. They will
no longer be sheep, that is true. They will be puppets.
And you will be holding the strings.
Appearance is important. For people who
want to stray the known path, they have a specific idea
about how the unknown looks like. An example. Red
lipstick. Black clothes. Long blond pigtails. Heels.

Your outside needs to match the inside you portray.
You start out mysterious. You spread via proxy.
Word of mouth. The internet. That contraption has especially made this easy. Droves of people of all ages.
Different themes. Same promise. Only the special can
be chosen. And if you are special you will do what is
needed. Small things at first. Then as they go further
the tasks culminate. But the inner circle is worth it.
They think so at least.
I spray perfume on my neck.
Authenticity is hard to fake. I can’t be every
single member of every single inner circle. That is
why keeping several on a leash is useful. They think
they are in. They need to work to get to the top. Worship, ritual, sharing of the word, whatever they want
to call it. They do it