Omega124
Challenging Fate
The sun gradually awoken from underneath the concrete slabs, radiating the promise of a new dawn to all of those in Xin Tiankong. After the wind's cruel reign of the previous night, the sun brought with it a promise of tranquility to those on Earth. Songbirds chirpped merrily, perched on top of the parapets, tending to their young. The air was crisp, yet noticeably calm, and dotted with large, fluffy clouds.
Yet one woman didn't seem to get the message. Her ragged, dirtly blanket tightly secured around her, she was as unresponsive as the unmoving buildings around her. Faint breathing was the only thing even indicating that she was alive, at least until a giant shadow looming in front of her caused her to roll over.
"So that's where you are," a male voice curiously declared.
The woman jolted into consciousness as her blanket was ripped away from her body. Her widened eyes darted from side to side as she instinctively gasped against the intrusion.
The woman protested, "WHAT THE H-"
The male voice cut in, "Sister Zhonggou, it's almost ten. You're late for work."
"Oh," Zhonggou sheepishly responded.... "the wind..."
"Ah, yes. Fei Lian was quite wrathful last night. Much like Father Jianhong will be that you're not at the fields."
The woman couldn't help but groan as she slowly rose onto her feet. Like you don't think I know that?
"Do you think," Zhonggou responded, "I chose to sleep this late, Tai-He?"
Tai-He grimaced after that comment, flipping his hands over in puzzlement. "Yes? This is the third time this week you failed to show up on the farms at eight."
"Also," he snidly added, "It's Brother Tai-He. Show proper deference, Sister."
"Ok, Brother Tai-He," Zhonggou almost growled. God, no one is as much of a stuck-up like you are.
Tai-He smiled. "That's better. Now, Father Jianhong has asked me to bring you to him directly. If you could kindly-"
"Wait.... really?"
"It is not a Sister's place to interrupt a Brother," Tai-He angrily snapped. "But yes, he is most worried about you and your disruptive behavior. And for good reason, you clearly lack proper respect for your betters and our community."
It took all of Zhonggou's willpower to not just strike Tai-He right there. Who the hell does he think he is, barking her around like that? Especially with this crap about being better than her for being a man? Instead, she merely resorted to fixing a glare upon him.
"Fine," she hissed, grabbing her blanket. "Lead the way, Brother."
The two walked away from the ancient building that Zhonggou was nested in the previous night. Zhonggou's dead forlornly stared at the ground. She couldn't decide what was worse; being with Tai-He, or being forced in a meeting with Jianhong?
"Grand Master Kong," Tai-He proudly boasted as the pair crossed the empty, sorched ground, "once said, 'To give one's self earnestly to the duties due to men, and, while respecting spiritual beings, to keep aloof from them, may be called wisdom'".
Zhonggou rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that's real interesting, Brother."
"It would do you best to meditate on the words of the old ancestors. The Yang Guizi had his, Master Sun's and Master Li's tomes hidden in their libraries, but in their decadence refused to listen. Now their lands are destroyed. I fear you may be on the same path, Sister."
"It's not like the Old Homeland is doing any better-"
"Nonsense," Tai-He interrupted, "As we speak, the rebuilding of civilization in the Old Homeland far exceeds here in the new. We should expect a fleet to demand the rightful tribute from the Bear Republic any day from now."
"And do you have any proof for this?," Zhonggou prodded skeptically.
The man smirked, "If you mediated on the old Masters' knowledge, you will know that it must be true."
Finally, the pair reached the most central building in the complex. Made of the same concrete that surrounded the walls, the slightly-scorched facility was yet still a symbol of central authority; rusting barbed wire surrounded this dwelling, and the remains of a long-unusable observation post was the centerpiece of the roof.
Tai-He jumped in front of Zhonggou to open the door for her. "In his office. I must return to my studies at once".
"Have a nice day," Zhonggou responded, whispering an "***hole," under her breath.
Stepping into the building, Zhonggou's eyes wandered all over the decorum. This was once the central command of the occupiers back when Xin Tiankong was known as Ft. Macarthur, and relics from the days of "Imperial America" were neatly organized as much as the new occupiers could try to. Walls with their old American writing fading were repainted with Chinese on top of it, usually not matching the old text as rooms were repurposed. A musky scent permeated throughout the building; 200 years has not stopped the old relics from slightly rotting, but knowledge was too valuable to throw away.
Eventually, Zhonggou found an open door marked "Jianhong". Inside the room was a man sitting at a desk, intently studying an open book that Zhonggou was unable to identify. This was perhaps the cleanest room in the entire building she had seen; everything was neat and immaculate, especially the large collection of books and folders in a large shelf that was behind the desk. The man's white hair was long and neatly kept straight, with a beard which hung from his face. His clothing, a crude imitation of a hanfu, was yet by far the most elegant and clean in the entire monastery. It was even purple, not a an easy to make dye in post-apocalypse America.
Suddenly, his eyes jumped upwards. "Sister Zhonggou, is that you?"
Zhonggou hastily attempted a quick bow. "Y-yes, Father Jianhong."
Jianhong slowly inserted a pre-war dollar bill into the book on his desk, before carefully closing and putting it away. "Please," he said, almost too calmly, "Come in."
Zhonggou immediately did as ordered, sitting at a chair on the other side of the desk. Her eyes shot downward, and her body shook in fear.
"It has come to my attention, Sister Zhonggou, that you have been shirking your duties. This is the third time you failed to report to the farm on time-"
"I-I-I-canexplain! I-"
"Calm down Sister," Jianhong, "We are not mad at you-"
Zhonggou sighed, "That's not what Tai-He said".
"Ah, yes," he retorted. "He can be a bit.... overzealous. No one is more dedicated to his studies in the monastery than him, but perhaps that has stunted his personal development. I apologize for his conduct."
The black haired girl just wordlessly stared at the desk, unflinching to what her counterpart was saying.
"What we are," Father Jianhong continued, "Is concerned. You're staying up all night, running off into the old barracks and other holy grounds of the ancestors, and not focusing on any of your work and studies. On the nights you stay in the communal houses, your fellow Sisters say that you are restless at night. Even when you sleep.
There is something wrong, Zhonggou. You're not at peace here."
Zhonggou continued to remain silent, avoiding all eye contact with her superior.
After an awkward pause, Jianhong continued, "I can't help you if you won't say anything, Zhonggou. Please, for our sake-"
"Why are we here?"
Jianhong blinked at the response. "That is a question that has eluded humanity for as-"
"No," Zhonggou retorted, "I don't mean some philosophy crap. Why are we here?"
"To preserve the knowledge of the ancestors and of Imperial America, Sister. To make sure another War doesn't happen and our descendants learn from our mistakes.":
Zhonggou bitterly shaked her head. "No, that's what you do. I grow the food, make the meals, wash the dishes, and every Sunday I get a book chosen by a Brother that 'I can handle'. The men study, the women serve."
Jianhong sighed, "I know it doesn't seem fair from your side, but I assure you the ancestors know that this is the best way for a virtuous society. The feminine Yin compliments the masculine Yang, but they are ultimately distinct from one another. To let the Yin play the Yang only brings disharmony, as the old world fully felt. Even our ancestors fell victim to this, and paid the price"
Before Zhonggou was able to retort, an armed man bursted into the room.
"Father Jianhong, the caravan has arrived," he bellowed.
The white haired man sagely nodded, "Understood. Sister, please join us. Perhaps this will be a good learning experience for both of us."
Yet one woman didn't seem to get the message. Her ragged, dirtly blanket tightly secured around her, she was as unresponsive as the unmoving buildings around her. Faint breathing was the only thing even indicating that she was alive, at least until a giant shadow looming in front of her caused her to roll over.
"So that's where you are," a male voice curiously declared.
The woman jolted into consciousness as her blanket was ripped away from her body. Her widened eyes darted from side to side as she instinctively gasped against the intrusion.
The woman protested, "WHAT THE H-"
The male voice cut in, "Sister Zhonggou, it's almost ten. You're late for work."
"Oh," Zhonggou sheepishly responded.... "the wind..."
"Ah, yes. Fei Lian was quite wrathful last night. Much like Father Jianhong will be that you're not at the fields."
The woman couldn't help but groan as she slowly rose onto her feet. Like you don't think I know that?
"Do you think," Zhonggou responded, "I chose to sleep this late, Tai-He?"
Tai-He grimaced after that comment, flipping his hands over in puzzlement. "Yes? This is the third time this week you failed to show up on the farms at eight."
"Also," he snidly added, "It's Brother Tai-He. Show proper deference, Sister."
"Ok, Brother Tai-He," Zhonggou almost growled. God, no one is as much of a stuck-up like you are.
Tai-He smiled. "That's better. Now, Father Jianhong has asked me to bring you to him directly. If you could kindly-"
"Wait.... really?"
"It is not a Sister's place to interrupt a Brother," Tai-He angrily snapped. "But yes, he is most worried about you and your disruptive behavior. And for good reason, you clearly lack proper respect for your betters and our community."
It took all of Zhonggou's willpower to not just strike Tai-He right there. Who the hell does he think he is, barking her around like that? Especially with this crap about being better than her for being a man? Instead, she merely resorted to fixing a glare upon him.
"Fine," she hissed, grabbing her blanket. "Lead the way, Brother."
The two walked away from the ancient building that Zhonggou was nested in the previous night. Zhonggou's dead forlornly stared at the ground. She couldn't decide what was worse; being with Tai-He, or being forced in a meeting with Jianhong?
"Grand Master Kong," Tai-He proudly boasted as the pair crossed the empty, sorched ground, "once said, 'To give one's self earnestly to the duties due to men, and, while respecting spiritual beings, to keep aloof from them, may be called wisdom'".
Zhonggou rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that's real interesting, Brother."
"It would do you best to meditate on the words of the old ancestors. The Yang Guizi had his, Master Sun's and Master Li's tomes hidden in their libraries, but in their decadence refused to listen. Now their lands are destroyed. I fear you may be on the same path, Sister."
"It's not like the Old Homeland is doing any better-"
"Nonsense," Tai-He interrupted, "As we speak, the rebuilding of civilization in the Old Homeland far exceeds here in the new. We should expect a fleet to demand the rightful tribute from the Bear Republic any day from now."
"And do you have any proof for this?," Zhonggou prodded skeptically.
The man smirked, "If you mediated on the old Masters' knowledge, you will know that it must be true."
Finally, the pair reached the most central building in the complex. Made of the same concrete that surrounded the walls, the slightly-scorched facility was yet still a symbol of central authority; rusting barbed wire surrounded this dwelling, and the remains of a long-unusable observation post was the centerpiece of the roof.
Tai-He jumped in front of Zhonggou to open the door for her. "In his office. I must return to my studies at once".
"Have a nice day," Zhonggou responded, whispering an "***hole," under her breath.
Stepping into the building, Zhonggou's eyes wandered all over the decorum. This was once the central command of the occupiers back when Xin Tiankong was known as Ft. Macarthur, and relics from the days of "Imperial America" were neatly organized as much as the new occupiers could try to. Walls with their old American writing fading were repainted with Chinese on top of it, usually not matching the old text as rooms were repurposed. A musky scent permeated throughout the building; 200 years has not stopped the old relics from slightly rotting, but knowledge was too valuable to throw away.
Eventually, Zhonggou found an open door marked "Jianhong". Inside the room was a man sitting at a desk, intently studying an open book that Zhonggou was unable to identify. This was perhaps the cleanest room in the entire building she had seen; everything was neat and immaculate, especially the large collection of books and folders in a large shelf that was behind the desk. The man's white hair was long and neatly kept straight, with a beard which hung from his face. His clothing, a crude imitation of a hanfu, was yet by far the most elegant and clean in the entire monastery. It was even purple, not a an easy to make dye in post-apocalypse America.
Suddenly, his eyes jumped upwards. "Sister Zhonggou, is that you?"
Zhonggou hastily attempted a quick bow. "Y-yes, Father Jianhong."
Jianhong slowly inserted a pre-war dollar bill into the book on his desk, before carefully closing and putting it away. "Please," he said, almost too calmly, "Come in."
Zhonggou immediately did as ordered, sitting at a chair on the other side of the desk. Her eyes shot downward, and her body shook in fear.
"It has come to my attention, Sister Zhonggou, that you have been shirking your duties. This is the third time you failed to report to the farm on time-"
"I-I-I-canexplain! I-"
"Calm down Sister," Jianhong, "We are not mad at you-"
Zhonggou sighed, "That's not what Tai-He said".
"Ah, yes," he retorted. "He can be a bit.... overzealous. No one is more dedicated to his studies in the monastery than him, but perhaps that has stunted his personal development. I apologize for his conduct."
The black haired girl just wordlessly stared at the desk, unflinching to what her counterpart was saying.
"What we are," Father Jianhong continued, "Is concerned. You're staying up all night, running off into the old barracks and other holy grounds of the ancestors, and not focusing on any of your work and studies. On the nights you stay in the communal houses, your fellow Sisters say that you are restless at night. Even when you sleep.
There is something wrong, Zhonggou. You're not at peace here."
Zhonggou continued to remain silent, avoiding all eye contact with her superior.
After an awkward pause, Jianhong continued, "I can't help you if you won't say anything, Zhonggou. Please, for our sake-"
"Why are we here?"
Jianhong blinked at the response. "That is a question that has eluded humanity for as-"
"No," Zhonggou retorted, "I don't mean some philosophy crap. Why are we here?"
"To preserve the knowledge of the ancestors and of Imperial America, Sister. To make sure another War doesn't happen and our descendants learn from our mistakes.":
Zhonggou bitterly shaked her head. "No, that's what you do. I grow the food, make the meals, wash the dishes, and every Sunday I get a book chosen by a Brother that 'I can handle'. The men study, the women serve."
Jianhong sighed, "I know it doesn't seem fair from your side, but I assure you the ancestors know that this is the best way for a virtuous society. The feminine Yin compliments the masculine Yang, but they are ultimately distinct from one another. To let the Yin play the Yang only brings disharmony, as the old world fully felt. Even our ancestors fell victim to this, and paid the price"
Before Zhonggou was able to retort, an armed man bursted into the room.
"Father Jianhong, the caravan has arrived," he bellowed.
The white haired man sagely nodded, "Understood. Sister, please join us. Perhaps this will be a good learning experience for both of us."