prompt 234

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Utopia

*low, darkly amused chuckle*

Oh, do not speak of such dreams to me. Dreams of Utopia drove the impetus to the creation of the thinking machines, things that were supposed to create perfect harmony for the human race, and instead enslaved it, would have brought it to extinction after human kind proved that we would never be shackled to a single Overmind, a single Way. Dreams of utopia drove my Fremen ancestors from world to world, until they came to our desert, our Arrakis which is dying as we speak--or living. The dead desert I was born to grows wetter, more lush, more living with every passing year... and with it, it takes us deeper into the Golden Path. And the Golden Path will be Utopia for no-one, least of all for my beloved husband, my twin.

For my twin, the Golden Path will be five thousand years of worship (of hatred). Five thousand years with only Duncan for true company, only Duncan to remind him of who we are.

For humanity, it will be five thousand years of stagnation. Five thousand years of being trapped under the will of a man, a god, they will never understand, that minds trapped linearly in time could never hope to understand.

How he has the strength to face it, I... *bite at her lip*. He is the stronger.

But do not talk to me of that doomed idea, that ridiculous notion that humanity could ever find peace with itself. Only when we are forced do we accomplish that... and when we bow to force, we are no longer, quite, human in the ways that the Bene Gesserit consider it.

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Sometimes it is the dreaming, though, that inspires the good. Do not cast all dreams of a better place to the side, because so many fail.