A day in the year 1740
A day in the year 1740 is an account of an average day in the year 1740, as told by a disgruntled young male adult living in Aemilia.
A day in the year 1740
The year is 1721, it has been a year since that woman, that Charlène Jolicoeur-Schafenweide, became Stadtholder of our dear republic, and everything has been going downhill more rapidly than before. The heydays of our republic were around the turn of the century, the fin de siècle as the Louisians say, Adam Rettich was our leader, a real man by all accounts. It was in that year, 1721 I mean, when our republic started to perish, that I was born. It is cruel to me that I was born when things started to really go downhill since my birth, and haven't improved. When I was just a few years old that other woman, Emilia de la Rochelle, known by her supporters as PEA, started her campaign of treason and turned the republic into some weird personality cult with even weirder progressive ideas. We were a nation of principles once, my father has told me. As a man, I would have been respected if I had been born a few decades earlier. I don't know if things will ever improve, certainly a majority of the people seem to be happy with how things have turned out, we have modernity, with electronic devices, healthcare for all, and no one goes hungry anymore. But this princess, she doesn't even hide the fact that she is a witch, gone are the days where we would be a Nazarene nation under God. And evil creeps through the cracks and one day it will be visible for all people. I write this document not for the people of my time, but for the people in the future who will understand better, to describe what happened in this dark time, and how a few brave souls fought back.
Today I woke up at 8 hours in the morning, I can see that it is a sunny day because of the light coming through my curtains. I hear the noise of a tram rolling through the streets, this tram line was built last year and came at the cost of parking spaces. My father had to sell his car as it didnât make sense to keep it anymore, we had to park it further away from the home and the cost of parking has been going up there since the new parking place is in an underground parking lot. The social progressive party is doing that everywhere, parking places on the streets are removed and people have to pay to park. They are saying that they are making the streets for the people again, but what if the people want it to be a place to park there cars?
Anyway, so when I wake up I usually check my phone first to see if my friends have posted anything. I have this program called Dyspute on my phone, and it lets me talk to people who feel the same way that I do, we use Tweeter too, but thatâs more to broadcast our ideas with the wider world, I know people from Floria too on that app, I think many Florians think like I do but it could also just be the people on Tweeter. The funny thing about Dyspute is, you can have groups of likeminded people, while on Tweeter there are a lot of sospros too. Sospro is an abbreviation of âsocial progressiveâ, like the people that got us into this mess, it didnât start out as an insult but in our group it is quite the insult. They call us lonmals, which is an abbreviation of âlonely malesâ and they have made it up to make fun of us. My father says that in the old days, men were treated with respect by women and they wouldnât make fun of us like that. But here we are. Usually when I check Dyspute in the morning some of my friends has posted a long rant about an interaction he has had with a sospro woman or something like that. Most women are sospro because they think itâs in their interest, these policies.
When I have checked my phone I take a shower, brush my teeth and I have breakfast. My mom used to make breakfast with a lot of vegetables and fruit, we didn't have meat a lot as that has become too expensive. I do as I have learned, so I will have some brown bread, some avocado, mango parts, and maybe a tangerine. Itâs not what I would like, but itâs what is available to us.
After finishing my breakfast I have to go to work, I take the tram because I canât afford a car. Most people take the tram and it can be quite crowded during the rush hour, which is between 9 and 10 in the morning. It takes me about twenty minutes to reach my working place. I canât say where I work because I think that if my writings, especially some of my other writings, I have kept this article pretty mild, the witches will start a hunt on me. We have a lot of these witch hunts, where the witches will hunt on men, itâs always men, or maybe occasionally an enby, who speak their mind. Work is fine, I do enjoy my job even though my manager is quite awful. When work finishes, a lot of my coworkers have a drink together or even have dinner, but I am never invited. Well, I was in the beginning but we had a few glasses of sekt, which these barbarians serve with ice, and we got into an argument about politics. I havenât been invited since, a lot of my friends on Dyspute have similar stories on how we are ostracised and it seems to be really common. I guess free speech is only awarded to those who agree with the crystals.
Maybe the future reader doesnât know what the crystals are and I would be jealous of them. When Emilia de la Rochelle launched her treason, the group of women that supported her were called the crystals, I donât know why. But ever since, the elite of our country has been known as the crystals and the ideas they promote are often treated like gospel. I donât think they should be treated as such, but that should be obvious to the reader.
I usually go home after work, taking the tram again. Thereâs a communal kitchen in my building and a lot of the other people in the building share a meal together. I just fill up my plate and go upstairs to my room, eating behind my computer. I spend a lot of time on Tweeter, but thereâs also this program called ClipWave. Itâs supposed to be heavily moderated but we can share a lot of lonmal ideas by just beating around the bush a little, usually when people become interested in our ideas we then invite them to our Dyspute groups. I also play a lot of games, Micras Warfare: Covert Ops Cold War 2 is 6 years old but still an amazing game. You have to be careful though as in Aemilia, the voice chat is heavily moderated for slurs. Which is another example of censorship, people say stuff when they are completely immersed in a game, boohoo.
When I get bored of gaming I brush my teeth and I go to sleep, thereâs still the sound of the trams, although they drive slower at night so I donât usually wake up from them. I guess this is like an average day.