Twelve Leaders Of The Hierarchy Summary

It wasn’t unusual for a Viceroy to request an audience with one of the many assistants to the Twelve Leaders of the Hierarchy on their views concerning planetary rule. However, for the past few months, the Twelve Leaders of the Hierarchy request the attention of all the Planet’s Viceroys to speak with them face to face. All knew why their areas Viceroys left their areas within their charge, and all waited anxiously to hear their words when they returned. The reason for this fear and excitement was simple and most profound. The Twelve Leaders of the Hierarchy had a task like no other. The Twelve Hierarchies had a choice to make soon and the list of Viceroys who had passed the brain scans to insure their conversations were truthful
was actually quite a shock. Viceroys were dropping rapidly from the first round and it hadn’t slowed as each weekly round of questioning was given. It was considered a stellar joke to use truthful and politician in the same sentence, but no one was laughing now. The list had become very short and the time for a decision was rapidly approaching. This was the main reason why one viceroy after another sat in the center of the Hierarchy’s Chamber being questioned… thoroughly. Unlike any era in history, constant rotation of rulers chosen by those whom represent the majority was full of pitfalls and caused varying results in governing. The constant opposition for the sake of opposing one group toward another and only working as one when their individual position was threatened by the people who once believed they were truly representing their interests. Once the war of all wars had ended nearly 3800 years ago, the idea of the victor writing the history book had come to a startling end.
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What they once called countries had a leader who won the war against all other countries decided to have every young girl from 20 to 24 years of age from each of the loosing countries tested for health, intelligence, have the greatest possibility for healthy children. The outcry of monster was great and many would rather die than have their daughters treated as if their only worth was to be a slave to his and his people’s lust and depravity. The leader of the winning country had the man who was the first to defy his command and his family brought to him. The man, his wife, and his daughter stood proud and defiant before the new ruler of the world in shock as he laughed. The world watched as the new World Ruler wanted to find a family from one of the loosing countries who had remained strong to each other and did so for a purpose they believe was greater than themselves.
These very few families numbered only twelve, but the first to be forced by the new World Ruler remain steadfast, the others crumbled. The daughter was tested with the other eleven girls and their results were called vitals. These vitals were compared to the billions upon billions of young women from 20 to 24 years of age. She didn’t come close to the best and the embarrassment did show on her face when it was announced, but she was allowed to stay. There were only twelve girls chosen and each were now called Levels and given a strange device that caused all but one to smile. The device was to show proof that they had what was once commonly called a Blind Date. This Blind Date was to see if the person they were to get to know only once from the winning countries was suitable for marriage. Oh, but the new World Ruler warned them that the separation of husband and wife called divorce was now against the law and the mistreatment of a husband to wife or wife to husband would be severely
punished. With the advent of the truth telling device, neither husband nor wife would try to use the new marriage law to control their husband or wife. Once again, he warned all twelve women to be very cautious of those who they would place a check mark of approve or disapprove next to their name after the Blind date. The Blind Dates would be accomplished over a single meal. In other words, both people getting to know one another as they shared first substance, second substance, third substance or forth substance. This would total four Blind Dates in three days with twelve people. On the last Blind Date of the daughter of the lone defiant family, she was afraid. There were only two reasons for this fright and only one frightened her totally. The other was important as well, but not as terrifying as what she was looking at in the mirror that had her face red. She was far from angry, but she doubts her anger could come close in reddening her face from the actual cause of this understandable anxiety. The dress she was given was the most elegant she could ever imagine in her fondest dreams. It frightened her to ware at first and that fear only became greater the longer she looked at herself in the mirror. When she first tried it on and noticed it was being held in place by her chest alone and with no straps to keep it up, she spends several hours jumping up and down trying to make it fall. When it didn’t, she dreaded her next test to see if this dreamlike dress would show more than she or any girl wish. The bottom of the dress was long enough that it would drag on the floor behind her for several steps. She took the thick front legs of a large, heavy chair and… She found herself sitting on her butt on the floor giggling overjoyed. Of course she had placed a large cloth between the dress and the chair’s legs. She wasn’t that foolish to damage such a beautiful white, pearl studded long flowing gown. When she left for her final Blind Date, she received an additional surprise when she was helped into a very sheer long trussed hooded robe made for someone from a ridiculously wealthy family. Her other fear now had hold of her. Her second fear was due to her having no checkmarks of acceptable on her device. Each man she had met and had substance was kind, considerate, and even intelligent. Actually, quite a few of them were handsome, but none received an acceptable checkmark on her device. She had to admit to herself, her reason for not choosing them was the thought of the new matrimonial law. She has never been any boy’s puppet and she would never allow herself to be someone’s bed slave, but she couldn’t find one thing wrong with the new law. By use of a truth telling device, both husband and wife would be equal with neither having an advantage over the other. Oh, how she hated to acknowledge that the more she got to know the New World Ruler, the more she liked this powerful monster that made it perfectly clear that he was forcing her into this situation. Anyway, you looked at it, she was one of twelve women to be forced into a marriage with sons of those who follow him or he owes a favor. She was nothing more than a prize to the victor! She jumped, startled when she heard a deep voice from behind her. “Let’s get this over with,” he snarled. “You might as well put unacceptable on your device and skip the lies.” “Are you calling me a liar?” she hissed, hotly just as she turned around to see…. This… He was… He can’t be. It’s impossible for anyone to look this… Standing a head taller than… She just couldn’t get another word to come out for some reason “I see your lips moving,” he chuckled, falsely.
“We both know this is a joke, so let’s just say we had a laugh and end it there. You maybe the best looking girl of the bunch, but I know someone who would probably have a hard time reading a children’s story if it has more than pictures.” And, the honeymoon was over with the declaration of war that was just signed by this tall, handsome, and clearly stupid idiot! He could’ve let her have a moment more in a wonderful fantasy, but had to open his mouth and remove all doubt that his mother wasn’t finished tenderizing his butt. Well, she didn’t mind helping out the woman and complete the job she clearly didn’t finish. “You seem to me like a boy who has some intelligence, so I will try to use small words and speak slowly. Somewhere between your left and right ear, they may be a very small particle called a brain cell. I know it may be deformed, partially functioning, or taking a nap at the moment. However, in place of me, forcing it to wake up and exploding, I’ll lower my voice as I let you in on a little secret,” she then whispered, softly and even slower. “I now have proof that handsome also comes in the flavor of stupid,” she now spoke in her normal voice. “I have had a hard time listening to one compliment after another, and little else. At lease, you’re the only guy who didn’t start off with how special you are and how lucky I am to be in the same room with you. Then and again, I might have been hasty on the, you
seem smart enough to understand me, but I’ll hold my final judgment after we have some substance together.” “Apparently, you didn’t hear me,” he growled. “I have and that’s why I’m not looking forward to taking one bite of my substance and leaving like I had with all the others. It has been three days with only a single mouthful of substance to sustain me. Your concerns have a very low priority to me at this very moment, and I’m starving! I’ve been so angry being treated as some prize for you people that I’m ready to cause a war by myself.” “You have proven my point with your own words,” he said arrogantly. “What are you talking about?” she asked, with a snarl and took an angry step closer to her last Blind Date. “Ask yourself these three questions. How can you be a prize when your marriage is to be equal in every way? How can you be a prize when it has to be supportive in every way? How can you be a prize when marriage now has to be advantage free in every way? And, with the fallout from the war causing most the world to become barren or nearly impossible to have a healthy child, how would you change things so parents can have healthy children with a stable household?” “Do you mind if I remain angry for a little while longer,” she hissed. “At lease long enough for me to hold on to the ideal of placing an unacceptable mark next to your name.” “You’re going to place me as acceptable?” he choked. “Don’t be a complete idiot, of course I am. I have a feeling that I’m going to be forced to marry someone and the last eleven fools made me one to pick up my chair and hit them over their heads. I may look like some girl from a rich family, but I’m not. I will admit I do like the clothes they gave me to wear that gives that impression, I am a girl if you haven’t noticed. But, let me make this perfectly clear, I’m no man’s bed toy.”