MidReal Story
Rebel's Gravity: Power Struggle in Dystopia
Scenario: Free fall gun
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The government was the absolute power, reigning over us with an iron fist.
They controlled the gravity guns, and that was something we could never gain access to.
Even if we tried, it would be a futile endeavor; we’d end up dead before we could even get close to one of them.
We’d seen them in action when we first started our rebellion; they had been used against us to devastating effect.
We were no match for the government and their weapons.
We were always on the run, always trying to stay one step ahead.
Then why did I do it?
Why did I keep fighting?
There was no way I could ever win, but there was also no way I could stop.
Each day, the government spread a little further, and the people’s freedom was a little more eroded.
I couldn’t stand by and watch as they took everything from us, not without putting up a fight.
Not without trying.
The gravity guns—those terrifying weapons—were our biggest obstacle.
With them, the government could control bullets, cars, trains, and even people with ease.
They were the reason they had so much power over us.
The reason they were able to oppress us so thoroughly.
But they also enabled people to live in space, on artificial space stations that could maintain gravity thanks to those weapons.
People who were born on Earth didn’t know what it was like up there, but we’d heard stories.
They said that the ultra-wealthy lived in the sky, while we slogged through life here on the ground.
And I didn’t know if that was true or not, but it didn’t matter.
I didn’t care about those people; they could have their perfect little lives for all I cared.
What I did care about was one day getting rid of the government and all of its corruption.
The lies and betrayals that they used to stay in power.
I cared about giving the people back their freedom.
That’s why I kept fighting.
It had been a long time since I’d seen the true power of the gravity guns, but when I had, it had rocked me to my core.
We had been on a mission, trying to steal supplies when the government had shown up.
There had only been three of us, all young and new to the rebellion.
We were scared and unprepared for the amount of force they were willing to use against us.
One of them fired his gun in our general direction and our bodies had been pulled toward him before he’d released us and we fell heavily to the ground at his feet.
I’ll never forget how he’d laughed as we lay there gasping for breath and how he’d given the order for the other one to fire his gun next.
I had been helpless as I watched them take my friends and rip their bodies apart until they were nothing more than bloody chunks on the ground in front of me.
Their laughter as they did it had been even more terrifying than the guns themselves because it was just so casual, like they were doing nothing more than taking out the trash…
"I made free fall gun"
I said the phrase out loud, just like I always did when the memory resurfaced in my mind.
I said it because it was something my mentor had taught me long ago, back when we’d first formed the rebellion and things weren’t quite as desperate as they were now.
I said it because Jon was no longer here with me; he’d been one of the first people the government had killed when they discovered what we were doing and they’d never given us time to mourn our losses or recover from our grief.
I said it because it was a reminder that our fight was not just about freedom but about survival too; about making sure that there was still food on our plates and roofs over our heads for another day.
The government controlled everything, and if we didn’t take what we needed, then they would make sure that we didn’t have anything at all.
I was staring down at my food, eating mechanically, while I thought about that day and all of the others that had come after.
But I couldn’t get lost in thought for long because there were always things to do, missions to plan and execute, and people who needed me.
“Alex, you ready?”
I looked up at Sarah, my best friend and an engineer in our group.She was shorter than me, with bright blonde hair and dark blue eyes that seemed to see right through me.
I smiled at her and nodded before swallowing my last bite of food.
“Let’s do this.”
That was the signal for everyone to gather around, and I watched as they put down their weapons so they could get their orders from me in person instead of over the communication system we used when we were down in our base.
I knew they didn’t like leaving them unguarded because there were government spies everywhere, but I also knew that we were too far from our hidden base for any of them to be giving away our location at the moment.
