The video starts. A young woman with grey skin and yellow eyes stands in her(?) respiteblock, looking into the camera. She wears a varsity jacket poorly embroidered with what’s presumably her own name. It’s accented with her signclade, in bronze, and it looks to have been frond-sewn on. Her horns stick out to either side of her head, before tapering off, and one of them has a tag in it as a form of adornment. She wears a cute mask that has a bovine motif to it, which reads “got milk?” in large letters.
Behind her there are an assortment of flags in various pastel colours. Underneath these, her recuperacoon hasn’t been properly drained, and the sopor slime hasn’t been cleaned off from when she woke up and climbed out of it. Just out of frame, to the left, is a laundry cocoon. A couple of empty energy drink cans decorate the floor like conquered trophies.
-- BEGIN VIDEOLOG --
BONNE?: hello, everyone! and welcome to my grubtube channel
BONNE?: my name is bonnie belleh!
BONNIE: i’ve started this channel because there aren’t many resources for girls like us out there
BONNIE: and i wanted to help the community out a little!
BONNIE: the power to change things is in our paws! i mean, hooves!
BONNIE: i hope you’ll accompany me in learning how we can band together and meaningfully impact our surroundings
BONNIE: to start with, let me introduce myself properly
BONNIE: i’m bonnie, as i said before, and my pronouns are she/her
BONNIE: i’m a bronzeblood, but the exact details of my signclade aren’t really important!
BONNIE: i don’t believe in the ancestry stuff, really
BONNIE: and before you ask, no, i’m not telling you where i live! (giggles)
BONNIE: so, with my introduction out of the way, let’s get to what you’re here for
BONNIE: presumably, you, like me, want to change something about alternia
BONNIE: else you wouldn’t have clicked on this video!
BONNIE: i’ll be honest: the situation out there is pretty dreadful
BONNIE: us warmbloods have it pretty bad, and it’s only gotten worse
BONNIE: heiress apparent lilith sphyra is one of the most fronds-off heiresses this planet has seen
BONNIE: and her lack of authority and unwillingness to reign in her prospective court has drastic consequences for those not born to privilege
BONNIE: the colder haemocastes going unchecked means more wanton culling than ever
BONNIE: any warmer hue that gets too popular gets an early visit from the imperial drones, which we’ve started to call swatting
BONNIE: for those unaware, while during collection season the worker drones demand pails else you be culled, an out of season visit is only ever for “peacekeeping” reasons
BONNIE: peacekeeper drones are equipped with special weapons and cull with extreme prejudice
BONNIE: but i’ll go over the mechanics of swatting properly in a later video
BONNIE: we’re seeing highbloods call on drones at an unprecedented rate
BONNIE: it’s even affecting the more temperate colours of the spectrum
BONNIE: it’s clear that something has to change
BONNIE: something has got to give, and i’m not intending for it to be us
BONNIE: together, we can protect ourselves
BONNIE: a drone strike doesn’t have to be the end if we’re there for each other
BONNIE: a single highblood can’t stop a group of burgundies
BONNIE: so come, brothers and sisters
BONNIE: we have nothing to lose but our chains!
*click*
======-> Be the moobeastgirl.
You shut the camera off. A successful first video, you think to yourself. Well done Bonnie! You’re going to make it! You hope people think the stolen line at the end of your video is funny, and that those in the know will successfully figure out what it means. If there’s one thing you’re very, very good at, it’s making sure you speak in two languages.
As mentioned, your name is BONNIE BELLEH. You have a variety of SECRETS. One of them is that you’re secretly an anarchist. Another is that you’re not quite what you seem. You’re very good at keeping these, though, even if you’ve practically put one online for everyone to see, now. Ah well, it’s not like anyone’s going to find it, right? You earnestly wish that whoever does find it uses it for good.
You stand in your respiteblock. As previously described, it’s a little messy. You look behind where you were sitting, and realise there’s sopor on the side of your cupe. Eugh, and now that’s in the video. You’re not going to do another take, though. You put it out of your mind, and set your mind to what’s next. What will you do?
Well, now that you’ve gotten what passes for work out of the way, you should probably go socialise. It’ll let you forget about having to clean, at least. Well, it won’t let you forget, but you can pretend to ignore them and remain anxious the entire time. It’s not like that’s much of a change from usual.
Exiting your hive before you can feel worse, you start the trek towards the scuttlebus stop. You live a little way out from any local towns or cities. Some of the more reclusive bronzebloods tend to. It’s encouraged to group up for safety, but you had your reasons to stay separate. Anyway, a twenty minute walk isn’t too far. Plus, the advent of drone-based delivery means your life got a lot easier, if a lot more insecure. Looking up, you spy the full red moon hanging in the firmament.
You don’t know why, but you suddenly get the feeling it’s going to be a long, long night.
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