My name is Oina Feon. I have another name from my grandmother that you are not aware of. It is Oika; that means “the blue wave.” I am the seventh and last daughter of my parents, who used to work in the main library of District 1. We were quite a poor family as we never owned anything valuable. My two parents, both female, shared the same lover as the tradition dictated. Still, that man wasn’t my father. If one day you read this, know that I’m trying my best to be in harmony with you. Judge me lightly, knowing that intimacy between couples of the opposite sex is unusual to me.
From the old times of the first tribes and even today, the man's role in our society is primarily fertilizing women. Sometimes he could supplement his role with some support to the couple as a confident. Also, he could entertain if needed, but in no way did he have any say on how the family was functioning. From time to time, when a couple had a baby boy, which was rarely, by the way, he is treated for his first years the same as his sisters. Then, the father takes the responsibility of raising him as he was raised by his father.
The first scientists were in shock when they discovered the first tribes, their completely odd way of life, and, frankly, the feeling was vice versa. Now, as you know, fertilization is by artificial insemination. In The League, an actual man is not needed at all nowadays. Therefore, please think of me tenderly, as I really care about you like I never did for a man nor a woman before.
Yours truly, Oina
This is the first time that I’m inviting Konu officially. I sent him our ambassador just a couple of days after his nomination, as we wanted that his first official visit to serve as a gesture of our outstanding and relaxed relations. I spotted him through the crowds, shaking hands with the supervisors with total indifference. Explaining the whole protocol to him turned out to be a total waste of time. He seems to go against everything I asked him to do.
“When the meeting begins, it is open to the public and recorded and transmitted live. Then there will be a break, followed by another two hours behind closed doors. The same schedule goes for three days. In the end, we prepare a speech with the final notes and directives. Then we close out the festival at a dinner with all the districts’ important personalities. Be sure to look every supervisor right in their eyes when you shake hands, smile, and make them sense that you really care. Try to make them understand that this action is more personal than political. They will feel relaxed, and they will appreciate you as a person, not just as a messenger from the First Citizens.”
“I see what you mean...” Konu replied like he wasn’t there, lost in thinking like he always is. He makes me feel like he got everything lined up and we are just there wasting our time.
“Tell me about the real meeting, Oina”
“That one will be the night of the closure. We don’t know the place or the exact time. The information will be sent to as in a DNA pill the same night.”
“I did read many reports about that DNA technique. We never succeeded in creating one properly, nor has anyone except your scientists. We even tried to duplicate the full process, but we failed in the last part of synchronization. The AI didn’t succeed in combining the pill with the user – or something like that,” he said.
“Every service uses the best AI to track and record us continuously. We know that we are under full-time surveillance. In this era, it is impossible to achieve complete isolation. Securing a one-day secret meeting between all the supervisors was impossible, or at least that's what we thought. Our scientists came up with this technique that gives us some private time away from you guys, and we know that you failed in recreating the process. I can’t explain to you further”
“I presume this Royal Hotel room is not secured either.”
“Do you care, Konu?”
“Not at all. I’m worried about you."
“The coded envelopes are sent to us the night of the meeting. They contain a DNA connector in a pill. Its effect is felt only by the person who is a hundred-percent identical to the genome embedded in that DNA pill. That effect is felt as a basic instinct.”
“It is an illusion, after all, right? A message encoded in a dream?”
“Do you want to try one?”
“I think you know the answer for that…"
“I made one for you.”
“Are you serious?”
“Open the box...”
Before I finished, he opened the box and swallowed the DNA pill without thinking of the consequences. He quickly faded away into a deep dream with interesting thoughts…
A sense of direction is generated inside the deep mind, a memory of a place, and the instructions to get there are mixed with my childhood memories. Memory is a subjective experience. It exists only inside the mind. It cannot be interpreted by a system other than the brain of the person who experienced it. In other words, it cannot exist outside the targeted person’s mind. That's why our AI couldn't figure it out. Now I know that nothing in this world can break this code because it is not a code. It's a subjective experience. Wow! This is amazing! How did you come up with this?
When Konu woke up, he was in shock, analyzing his experience like a kid riding his bike for the first time.
“Supervisor Oina, please, a quick question from
