2 Chapter Two- Selfish or Selfless
In a word, Igor thought of his human masters as completely selfish. They were completely emerged in their own little worlds, and they always seemed to be oblivious to the real issues at hand. The earth could have been crumbling at their feet, but they wouldn't of even noticed.
Keeping in their own realities, having the world revolve around them, the Lennox family was just one example of a new money family in America. The majority of people became even more self involved then the past.
It wasn't easy to find someone who wasn't a narcissist. 'ME ME ME.' Is what they chanted to themselves on a daily basis.
This was to the point that narcissism became a rare personality disorder because the standard for it had been scaled up very high. The newest DSM book had even revised the section for this drastic change in culture. The world had become all the less sane with the recent innovations.
Since 2015, the world had gained the following: A smart phone with holograms, affordable flying cars, hover-boards, voice locks, genetic identification, chips with banking and identification data inside them that had been planted inside all humans, and most importantly, GenAlucards.
With the ability to become completely immersed in a world full of connections, but, initially disconnected from real human interactions, was a double edged sword. People had become more withdrawn into themselves.
Less of them had 'true' friends, and more family orientated people came into existence. These inventions and the side effects of them caused the middle class to either fall into poverty, or become rich. The majority of the middle class, had become poor, whereas, the lucky few, like the new money Lennox family, became stinking rich.
The poor class was even more of a percentage of the country than ever before, not just because of the 20 million GenAlucards living in poverty, but generally because the poor stayed poor, and the rich just kept getting richer.
With a limited socialistic capitalistic society, the less fortunate had to buy what was on the market and available to them, whereas the rich were able to acquire the best items that were not available to the general public.
The working poor had to go to poor schools with small budgets. College never seemed to be an option, and people only lived with their families unless they met an eligible bachelor/bride.
College became less affordable to the point that only the rich could afford it. With the government being greedy and the officials not giving a crap about the poor, student loans had become unavailable for the majority of people. That was, either that, or with such high interest rates that the poor could not afford to pay them off until death.
GenAlucards had a similar view of the world to the human low class. Their point of view was much more cynical, and just having food and a nice place to sleep was considered 'rich' to them.
The GenAlucards had a burning hatred towards humans. They weren't discriminatory against humans, but were discriminated against by humans.
The GenaAlucards thought that the humans complained too much about their dire circumstances. 'First World Problems' was the silly expression they used to explain their situation.
In Igor's wise opinion, of being an elder to most other GenAlucards, he thought the poor were full of shit, and so were the rich. What a horrible race to have gotten control of us.
What he didn't know was that the humans controlled them because the humans were their creators, their gods. His masters seemed very unintelligent to him.
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"Igor get me my mirror, I left it on the breakfast table again." The Lennox Mother commanded.
"Of course, Mrs." Why she had wanted to look in the mirror so much was beyond Igor. He rarely saw his face. The servants quarters had no mirrors. The only time he could tell what he looked like was when he went to a store with Mistress Maisie. When he saw himself all he felt was indifference.
What could that being in the mirror be? Was it really him? A demon with crimson red eyes and burning red hair. A demon with a pair of large fangs and a brown tongue. A demon with a white face and white hands. A tall man with wings.
To him, his appearance was bizarre because he never saw himself growing up, and all he had was the word of others that he looked nice. He only saw many other GenAlucards who looked completely different than the humans.
Igor walked down to the kitchen and retrieved Lady Lennox's mirror. It was a small little pocket mirror with gold leaves carved into it. It read 'Mirror Mirror, Corp. Est. 1955.' What an old mirror, Igor thought. The date was March 20th of 2174. It was at least 200 years old. Igor wondered if it was a family heirloom. There was no way to find out.
GenAlucards weren't granted access to the world internet or the Library of America. In fact, library screened people out at the door using a monitor to view the information about identity in chips inside people's necks and wrists. So, Igor was only left to find books where he could.
The only places were the bazaar or in Mistress Maisie's library. She let Igor look at her books on the condition that he kept it a secret. Her books were mostly fantasy, but there were political books and economic books that Igor took an interest in.
Igor went up the stairs to Mrs. Lennox's room. Rapp- a tap tap. Igor knocked his knuckle on a big red oak door. Out came Mrs. Lennox wearing blue lingerie. A woman with no taste who wasn't any good at holding back her impulses.
"Here's your mirror Mrs. Lennox." Igor stared at the ceiling as to avoid her gaze and her look. It would have been awkward to see Maisie's mom practically naked.
"Oh yes, thank you." Mrs. Lennox then slammed the door. Whatever those two were planning on doing in there went over Igor's untainted mind. He had an idea but made a resolve not to think about it.
"Have you seen my wife?" Mr. Lennox came up behind him. Igor jumped. He had startled Igor. Igor's nails popped out kind of like a cats. He tried to hide them. Luckily he was wearing a pair of black gloves.
"I believe she's in your room waiting for you."
"Hmm. Okay," Mr. Lennox opened the door horrified as to what he saw. His wife was even more of a narcissist then he was. She was looking in a five way mirror at her own body.
"Do I look fat, Harry?" Mr.s Lennox said, the most cliché thing a female would. Harry rolled his eyes and almost laughed.
"You know the answer to that is always the same no matter what the real answer is, so I shall give you no pleasure of me answering it." It was times like these Harry felt smarter than your average man.
"I suppose you think you're clever." Mrs. Lennox winked.
"Yes, dear, I do." Mr. Lennox picked up her hand and kissed it. Then he kissed her on the neck.
"Anyways, unfortunately I have to go to work, I just came by to tell you there's no chance I'll be coming home early enough for our midweek session. Goodbye dear." Mr. Lennox walked out, and Igor was still waiting by on the staircase in the case something drastic had happened because he had become suspicious something fishy was going on in the Masters bedroom.
Igor was feeling a little aroused. His bat wings were tingling and he felt a new kind of sensation he hadn't before.
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"Igor, please come here." Mistress Maisie rang on her caller. He had a little beeper on his black work pants and she could use it to call for him instead of the old way of just ringing a bell. That way he could help everyone else in the house when he wasn't needed by her.
Igor came to Mistress Maisie's rescue. Not that she needed rescuing or anything, but that's what he'd like to think of it as.
"I need you to drive me to my friend's house in the family car."
"Yes." He said.
Maisie hung around a protest group and not a single one of her friends weren't in it. She had become a political activist against the GenAlucard's enslavement, the poor becoming an even bigger population of the United States, and many other political issues.
Her group, the White Angels, basically became the heroes for the poor, the GenAlucards, and the regular average joe of the United States. What was wrong with their way of doing things was the riots they caused and the people to have fragile mental states. Murder and arson always tended to happen after the preaching of the White Angels' leader Jack Smack.
He filled their ears with sweet nothings and pleasant thoughts, and then turned it around on them with the hatred in his heart, about what was wrong with the country, and how the government wasn't treating its people correctly.
This was about how officials were doing their part to get elected but then were off to fulfill their own political agenda which generally comprised of taking over the world, or getting free stuff from lobbyists.
Igor was one of the only GenAlucards to learn how to fly a hover-car and be safe about it. The regular population of GenAlucards cannot drive and are not permitted to. It all depended on the clearance of the family and their needs.
Igor took Mistress Maisie over to her friend Genevieve's (Gene for short) house and then was on standby. Igor wondered what she was doing in there.
He had met Gene once before, she seemed pretty nice. Her appearance tended to be a bit messy, she wore black glasses, and had a disheveled red head of longer straight hair that was usually in a makeshift bun. Her clothes were casual, consisting of sweat pants and a basic T-shirt which varied in color and never tended to necessarily match.
She was going to college too and her part time gig was working for the same organization as Maisie.
Her makeup was very basic in the way that she only had the smallest bit of eyeliner around her honey brown eyes.
Mistress Maisie was naive about what the White Angel's real motives had been. It was a group to try by to take over the government for their own gain.
The government was on full tilt. It had no favor with the people, and they wanted to overhaul it. Full on anarchy was preferable to it.
After being on standby for two hours, Igor took a book out of his pocket to read. He begun to read 1984 by George Orwell. He found it in a closet buried in Mistress Maisie's room. Why she had it, he didn't know. Since the date was interesting on the cover (Copyright 1948), and had been so long ago, he had wondered what it could be about.
He liked to try to learn about history if he ever found stuff to read about it. He had no idea it was about a dystopian government with crazy socialistic views. Which was to him was all too much like his own world.
