~~~Eden~~~
Welcome to Eden, a utopia of high intelligence and fine arts. You will be taken on a two month trial to find out if you are suited to our way of living. During this trial, you will reside in a guest home, and food along with other living essentials will be sold to you at half of their normal price. You must also remember these five simple rules:
1) No littering, we like to keep our many exqusite gardens clean
2) One hour of vigorous excersise per day is mandated
3) Violence of any sort is prohibited, and any acts of violence upon another is grounds for automatic punishment
4) Any rule change must be submitted six months prior to the date of expected change to allow for appraisal by the committee
5) Nobody is better than anyone else
Rule number five is the most important, so take caution in your words and actions, Colin Gerding. Now, in the words of my ancestor, Aubrey Stamper; forever shall your world change when you eat the apple in our gardens of Eden.
Dear Journal,
It’s day one here in Eden. When I walked into the giant bubble thingy they live in, a spooky female voice (probably a recording) started talking about their rules and regulations. Then, after the‚‘‘‘words of her ancestor“ or something, this PERFECTLY shaped apple rolled out of a little hole in the wall! Creeeepy.
Dear Journal,
It’s day ten now, and I’m actually starting to like it here. The folks here are nice. A bit odd, but nice. A woman named Almeretta is the first friend I made. She is tall, pale, and slender, with bubble-gum pink hair. Now when I say pink, I don’t mean out-of-a-box pink, no that’s too darn simple for these Eden people. It grows out pink!! She works with their genetic modeling program. Everyone in this area is GORGEOUS because of the tasks she does. Mer (that’s my nickname for her) was explaining it to me. She said it’s sort of like plastic surgery, except with a single injection and no snipping and stiching. Last night we went clubbing. Um… It wasn’t really night though. There aren’t any clocks in this town. When you wake up, you wake up. There are activities running all day and night, so you never miss anything. Oh! Speak of the devil. Mer is calling, I’ve got to run!
Dear Journal,
It has been an entire month since I came to Eden and WOW. I’ve been fitting in perfectly, and Almeretta and I are thick as theives. We took a nature walk through the beautiful rose gardens, and I have been learning more and more about this society. The schools are almost like the ones back out there (‚‘‘out there“? Am I talking about back home?) except your highschool years are sort of like college. You pick your occupation on the first day of freshman year so you receive special training until 12th grade. The classes run all day and night too, with about 20-35 kids per class, and only six hours of schooling required each day. Excuse me, I’m supposed to meet Mer at the rose gardens.
Dear Journal,
It’s been almost a month and a half now and I barely remember my old life. Almeretta says I’ve learned almost everything there is to know about this place. We went strolling in the rose gardens the other evening (Or was it morning? I don’t remember) and she explained the family structures and relationships between people here. Eden is a very touchy-feely society. I am greeted by hugs and air-kisses wherever I go, and couples kissing and holding hands out in public is accepted, if not encouraged. No more than six children to each couple, and marrige and/or children is not required. There is a peaceful feeling of love everywhere and all the time. On a more industrial note, Mer and I also discussed employment, because I belive I am going to live here. Eden has a 100% employment rate, and you earn $5,000 per month. Seeing as I have been buying my food supplies for half the normal price, and one gallon of milk cost me $3.00, everything is slightly more expensive here. I don’t think I’ll have a problem, even though I lack formal training in the Eden school system. I may become an 8th grade Language Arts teacher, during the day of course. It sounds like a fitting job for me.
Dear Journal,
My two month trial period is over tommorow, but I don’t think I’ll be gone from this place too long. Eden is full of wonderful things, wonderful people, and wonderful opportunities. I just got my suitcase repacked and by the door for the committee crew to pick up. I’ll take one last look at this guest home before I go to the application center for my permanent home, then to the medical center to get the proper vaccines and beautification shot. Sayonara Colin Gerding, dweller of plain old Florida. Hello Colin Gerding, citezen of Eden, the universe’s one true paridise.
Thank you, Colin Gerding, for your trial period here in Eden. We hope you have enjoyed it here, and that you will choose to remain here for the rest of your days. Your belonginngs have been taken to the application center for you to pick up. Choose wisely Colin, for if you decide not to stay, you will have no recollection of ever coming. The ways of our paridise must never be known by anyone other than our permanent residents. Taste the forbidden fruit, and linger in the majestic gardens of Eden.
