March 26, 2008

• Tales from SimCity Societies

  My name is Howard Stein, and I am a happy citizen of J-Town. I am happy because I know that wherever I go, Jimbo is watching over me. I see his smiling face on all of the state telescreens, printed on banners on the side of buildings, and on the front page of every state issued copy of The J-Town Tribune. If Jimbo did not put a blanket ban on that horrendous thing called religion, I would probably pray to him. The greatest thing about living in J-Town, is that Jimbo does all of my unnecessary thinking for me. I have occasionally seen people who try to think, but they always look so angry. Some of these “thinkers” were, for their own safety, taken away to the reeducation facility on the outskirts of town. It always makes me feel warm and fuzzy to see Jimbo’s Equalization Forces take these rogues to a place where they can become happy again like me.

  My life is much like everyone else’s here in J-Town. I was born on the thirty-ninth floor of the Department of Health building and given an appropriate name and registration number. I was raised with the other children on the forty-first floor and was sent to a nearby military school at five to begin my education. It was during these years that my eyes were opened to the world that lies ahead of me. The world that is completely controlled by Jimbo and the Party just for us. At sixteen, I graduated the class with all the knowledge I needed for my job. I was assigned my state housing apartment and given a position in the Museum of Party History. It is so close, that I do not even need a car. I also live near the state redistribution center for when I feel like shopping and the state cafeteria for when I get hungry. It is all so convenient. About once a week, I go to the city square to listen to a public address from Jimbo himself. He appears on the large, public telescreen and gives me news on J-Town’s campaign to make every person on the planet as happy as I am. He also gives a list of all the “thinkers” that have been trying to slowly destroy my happiness. I might add that I live conveniently close to a police callbox, so I can get some of the JEF to me in a matter of seconds. Jimbo always has them nearby to keep me safe. Oh, you need to leave? Alright, it was nice talking to you. Be sure to tell Jimbo, if you see him, that I love everything he does for me.

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