NationStates Jolt Archive

The Praetor of Lemurni, the head of the Offices of the People and the ruler of the Oppressed People's of Lemurni smiled as he finished the report on Project: Angelic Union. The Praetor glanced at the Television screen on the wall to his right, it was turned off, a privilage granted only to the Inner Government members but when non-party members were here (a rarity in itself) the Television was on, to keep up pretense of course. The portly fourtyish man with a balding head and fat fingers and a very small stature happened to be the most powerful men in Lemurni. The portly man had been called Praetor for years upon years that even he lost count (but very few people kept track of time anymore so it didn't matter), it had been so long since he had been called anything other than "Comrade Praetor" or, "Your Honored Praetorship" or at least "Sir Praetor" that he no longer remembered his old name anymore nor did he care. He was the Praetor and the power in the small (but growing) nation of Lemurni was his.

Already the people were under to total control of The Party, there were the rogue elements that were temporary outside the influence of The Party but as the people were forgetting the past (other than the past created by The Party) and religions were being forgotten as well and language was being simplified to simplify thought and bring greater levels of control of body and mind and thought. But soon none of it would be needed, once the Angelic Union experiments were concluded.

Soon the Praetor would need a new name for Lemurni... He thought that The Party-Controled Collective sounded promising.

The High Voice of Truth stood a respectful distance from the Praetor as she waited for the Praetor to finish his line of thought. "Truth Voice," the Praetor called her by the private nickname he had made for her, "Give me the new updates, what are the forigners up too." The High Voice of Truth, the Head of the Office of Truth (which controlled all information that got to the people and kept history always in favor of The Party) took a breath and spoke, "Praetor, since we sent more of our Thought Police as observers into the forigen nations we have yet to get the reports on activity, we are watching the forigen news channels and internet and newspapers but nothing that concerns Lemurni and the Party has come up yet."

The Praetor loved watching Truth Voice, the way her toned body could hardly contain the sexual beast waiting to come out and rip her clothing off and ravage any man she could get her claws on, he also loved her strong strident voice as it boomed out the information that kept Lemurni under control. Ah the joys of Power were even greater than the sexual monster before him, but with the recent failed coup within the Inner-Party itself the Praetor had to use the utmost caution until the people were sedated agian. The Inner and Outer Party were at least back under his control agian.

"Are the preperations for the Hate Cleansing near complete?" the Praetor asked of his lovely toy. "They are almost ready for this years Hate Ritual as usual Sir Praetor." she said in her usual strident tones.

"Very good, dismissed." the Praetor answered.