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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: INDEFATIGABLE (02/11/16)
It was said that only one hundred years earlier people actually left the west to aid poor people like myself in what was then known as the underserviced part of the world. Underserviced meant that only the rich in my country had servo-mechs to serve their basic needs, like cooking, cleaning, and caring for their children. Most Westerners had those machines and I, unlike a majority of the street people in Calcutta, failed to resent them. Many of the homeless people in Calcutta felt that the deveolped countries ought to share those devices with the whole world. I felt differently. While I felt there was a dignity in honest labor.


So I like, my crowd of friends, was waiting for our weekly food dispensation from the government when a larger than normal van pulled in to the town square. We quickly gossiped about why it was so large. No one knew of course so we just watched as the rear of the van opened and several, we had difficulty beleiving it, servo-mechs painted blue and white. They had mass converters in their torsos. Of course we knew what to do with mass converters. We used them to convert the waste packaging from our weekly rations to get more food and water. But we had to walk several miles to use them at the nearest government faculity. We getting these for local use? People wondered, not sure what we'd use for mass credits to convert the atoms into food and other neccisities.

The largest servo-mech commanded the others to canablize the van and distribitute it for mass credit to the crowd. It had a voice like an elderly woman and spoke with a polished western acccent. The first items that they were programmed to deliver were fish items. It made me remember a phrase I had heard as a child. Give a man a fish and feed him for a day. Teach him to fish and he will eat for a lifetime.


And so for the next several weeks people just took whatever they could to the mass converters an lived lives of total luxury as we created generators and entertainment systems and high quality food. Then the aliens came. I know, dear student, that sounds rather melodramatic for a history text about he last great war for mankind's freedom, but it was true, aliens came and took over everywhere. We had heard about them taking over the western nations with no resistance. How people who never had to lift a finger were now slave labor to the aliens who called themselves Niz'k. The more foolish laughed at the West.

We figured as poor people we had nothing the Niz'k wanted so life went on with the mass converter working day and night to supply all our desires. Then a tank-ship landed where the government van used to arrive with our weekly food rations. The first thing we noticed was the smell of them. Even in the dryest conditions the smell of wet fur hung around them. The second thing was their unusual appearance. Part armored insect and part humanoid feline. They were built for conquest.

The squad leader spoke first to the troops that followed her out of the tank-ship. "Confiscate the primitive matter transformers. We don't want these natives to get any ideas about resisting."

Then she spoke to the gathering crowd. "Your life as you know it is now over. Your culture will adapt to serve ours."

And with that our part in the war for Human Independence began in Calcutta, India.

We were worked day and night stripping our homes down to the bare essentials gathering up items to be used for mass credit for the mass converters, I led a few people away to the desert to begin planning a resistance. We had one stolen mass converter which we used to create weapons and other war supplies. Eventually two things happened that made the Niz'k leave our world. They were running out of things to recreate for ship construction. We rebels heard that one garrison went so far as to order that dead slaves be turned over for mass credit. Secondly, we found out there were other rebel groups all over the world. We teamed up and working around the clock we began to sabatoge the Niz'k. Eventually we became too much trouble for our alien slavemasters and they left. The rebels were the only thing the planet had to a functioning government.
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Loni Bowden-Horn 
02/19/16
I learned a great deal of information in your piece. I liked how it was from the perspective of someone in poverty. It may have been helpful to have some dialogue with the people who came into your town. Good job.
Ruth Walker
02/22/16
I enjoyed this, curious to read on and find out what was going on. Was it real or fiction? Or sci-fi? What was its message? It's been too long since my imagination was stretched in this genre, so my only suggestion is that for readers like me, you might have to overstate what to you, is obvious. Eg. A fuller description of the mass converters and the servo mechs would have been - delicious!! 😄
Bonnie Bowden 
02/24/16
I felt the resistance in Calcutta was fascinating. I was unfamiliar with some of the words in your story and thought you needed some descriptive explanations.