Sacral Cycle
CH 01 – Scientific Dissident (Part 04)
Happiness gives birth to hope, whereas suffering brings only despair. The basic concept of togetherness, the pseudo-relationship that exists between many people. To give warmth to fill each other's hearts.
Those who are born with love will not understand the suffering of the outcast. How it feels to be ostracized because it is different, must slam the bones first to get something you want.
Withstand the pain of festering wounds, rack the mind, bury the heart, and even vomit blood from working too hard. Sacrificing many things for something not worth it, living in structured poverty.
Outcast children can only curse those who are blessed, blame fate and throw away self-esteem to survive. Lick the feet of the upper class for a bowl of food, selling their energy and honor in order to survive.
Korwa came from the lower class, the workers who live in the slums of Al-Miah Moa region. For the tribe that prioritizes knowledge, their government does not care much about the condition of society.
Only prioritizing education, even the development funds from the center are mostly used for research financing. Dealing with the bottom.
The majority of the population of Al-Miah Moa tribe is Turtur race, has the genetic element of turtles and has a long life span.
Therefore, their perception of time is very different from others. Tend to be apathetic to the environment because it considers time will solve existing problems.
Unfortunately, reality is not that simple. For them the suffering of the lower classes did occur in an instant, but not for the undergoing.
As the largest developer of technology and knowledge in Almiah, the condition of their region is very far from the impression of prosperity. Social inequality can be clearly seen in the community environment, between the educated and the outcast.
However, uniquely they still use a hierarchy system that is determined based on individual abilities. Provide opportunities for the lower classes to rise in caste, hold open exams and finance the education of gifted children.
Korwa was born to a family that was very far from being harmonious, happy, and prosperous. Living in a dilapidated stilt house, can be shipwrecked at any time when the rainy season arrives.
His father was a drunkard, working as a fisherman with a small income. Not like to gamble, but the hobby of spending money in a brothel. Likes to abandon family and rarely come home for reasons of fishing.
Korwa lives with her sickly mother, making a living by embroidering fiber cloth for meager wages. Sometimes selling algae in the market, cleaning the residence of the educated, or fishing to eat fish.
He once had an older sister and two younger brothers, but they had died from falling into the sea during a storm. Dragged by the torrent, then vanished into the darkness of the deep sea. Without being able to rise to the surface again.
At that time Korwa also fell, drowned with them and swallowed by the deep sea. Only he managed to get back to the surface. Found stuck at the foot of one of the residents' stilt house.
Such disasters often occur in slums. Due to the age of buildings and lack of infrastructure maintenance, storms in the rainy season can easily knock down their homes. Dropped the children and the elderly into the torrent, then dragged into the darkness of the sea and never returned.
Korwa and her mother understood the disaster, only being able to surrender and mourn for them. However, the father went to sea and did not return. Leaving them both in a dilapidated house that had already collapsed in half.
Sometimes they hitchhike in neighbors' homes when the storm comes, burying fear and escaping haunting trauma. As if there were no more hope.
A few years after the disaster, his mother died of a long-standing chronic illness. Korwa ended up living a kara, thrown into the streets after his residence collapsed in a storm the following year.
No relatives were willing to accommodate Korwa, even the neighbors were reluctant to provide assistance. They close the door of the house, regard the presence of the woman as a pest. The little children in the slums began to scorn her, some teenagers sneered, and the mothers cursed viciously.
He was ostracized not because of his father's bad reputation, but because he was a Newt. A mixture of Padders and Lacertas, a cross between the Seans and the Malins.
Fed up with their treatment, Korwa decides to leave the slums and seek his fortune. Using the savings left by his late mother, he was determined to take an open test held by the educated.
Prepare yourself by practicing writing and reading, buying used books at flea markets, then following an open selection in front of the Academy complex. Hoping to change his miserable fate and open a new sheet.
Whether it was luck or fate, Korwa managed to pass the open selection with almost perfect value. Unfortunately, he failed the physical exam. Has a very low Unfar match rate, is not talented and considered vulnerable.
Despite failing at this stage, he was ogled by one of the educated and adopted families. Obtained the last name of Khan, one of the branch families of the Moa Tribe.
After that, Korwa lived his life as a student. Carefully hone the knowledge so as not to be expelled, then return to take the Academy entrance examination the following year and received with satisfactory grades.
Not only that, he also made a major contribution by writing dozens of scientific articles to be published. Raising the degree of Khan branch family.
He earned a considerable income from research, competitions, and scholarships. Succeeded to continue his education to the University, he chose a history major because he was interested in the ideological basis of the Solus Empire.
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Some students returned to their homes, while others returned to their dormitories with their roommates. Meet the main road, lined up neatly over a bridge that floats on the water.
Following the security protocol implemented by the Academy, the new teacher can go home after making sure all students leave.
They must submit assessment files to the management, then stored in a safe so that it cannot be accessed carelessly.
Therefore, the teachers always go home at night even though the class hours have ended since the afternoon. Eating late, looking tired, and a little staggering.
Night was always a scary moment for Korwa. Reminds him of the terrible storms, the darkness of the deep sea, and the death of his brothers and sisters. The rumbling sound of the waves seemed to arouse trauma and bring nightmares.
Rows of street lights illuminated several corners of the academy grounds. Mangrove trees grow rooted until they penetrate the Floating Stone, touch the sea and consume salt water. Expanding golden-colored flowers, spreading a distinctive fragrant aroma.
“Why are our reports not submitted in file form only?” said a teacher as he walked out of the Academy building. With colleagues, he in a limp tone continued to complain, “Troubles once, right? We have implemented a new Data Cube network. This time it must be safer ..”
“How else, Data Cube is not immune Unfar!” reply to his partner while shrugging his shoulders. He took a quick glance, then threw a wry smile and said, “There used to be a Userioh who broke into the network of Academies and Universities, manipulated grades and stole research data. The management does not want to take such risks anymore.”
“Not this too troublesome?” The teacher went down the stairs. Together with his colleagues, he walked to the gate and continued chatting, “Every day submit a value report, check the printing history so as not to be copied, and make sure the building is empty before going home. Manually done, loh! Every day!”
“We've been hired, don't complain continue dong! You're making me sick of this protocol! I try not to care about it!” His colleague was annoyed, stopped glancing and let out a long sigh. “Again, the development department has started to devise a better protocol. Creating a new encryption code to improve network security,” he continued in a fretful tone.
“Oh, about when is it finished?” The teacher returned. Slightly nudged his partner's shoulder, then threw a shock smile and continued asking, “Next month?”
“He said the fastest just finished next year,” replied his colleague. He sighed again, then patted the teacher's head while saying, “Don't be flirtatious! Even though the students have gone home, we are still in the school environment!”
“You stopped by first?”
“Eat night?”
“That sounds good, I'm coming!”
“You're the deal?”
“Eh? Me again?”
“Handering, really! This time I paid for myself.”
The two of them continued the conversation until they reached the front gate, then crossed the connecting bridge and stopped by somewhere before returning home. Establishing a relationship that is more than a colleague, it could be a romance or just friendship.
Watching this, Korwa could only be pensive in front of the stairs. Reluctant to go home, just hold your breath and think about going back. Take overtime like the days before, escape from discomfort and bury it in the rush.
“Why shut up, Korwa? Not home?” Irina greeted from behind, then approached the woman with bright purple hair and continued saying, “Ah! You ... lied about moving an apartment? Actually overtime, ‘kan?”
“True, I lied ...” Korwa did not dodge, admitting it with a gloomy face. “I just don't want to hear the sound ******you guys,” he continued ketus. Slightly frowned, then sighed fretfully and turned away.
“Eh? Sound?” Irina immediately blushed, then quickly turned her face and fell silent. “Me-It's really that hard, huh? We do not overdo it when doing it, kok—!”
“The walls of our apartment are thin and my room is right next to yours!” Korka. He did not seem to want to talk about it, a little annoyed at being reminded of it. “Already, Irina! I'll just take overtime! Mumpung there is an empty shift,” he said as he turned around, intending to go back inside the Academy building.
“Wait a minute, Korwa! I beg ...” Irina blocked, widened her right hand and gave a sharp look. “There is something we want to talk to you about. Can you come with me for a minute?” the door with an anxious expression.
“Author request earlier today?” Korka was stunned, holding his breath and quickly checking the surroundings. Make sure no one is watching, then take his partner to go down the stairs. “We talk where?” ask without looking.
“Sea soup stalls near fishing, where we used to hang out in college,” Irina replied while taking out the Data Cube. He activated the file transfer feature, then put it in Korwa's bag. “Sham should already be there, the information you want is there,” he added while walking by keeping your distance.
After passing through the front gate of the Academy, they immediately accelerated their footsteps and took a different route. Anticipate tracking from the management, thinning the trail so that identity is not revealed if their actions are revealed.
After the file transfer was completed, Korwa immediately threw away the Data Cube that had been provided by Irina. Throw it overboard to eliminate evidence.
Women of the Newt race chose the detour route. Pass through the public settlements and markets around the city center, then walk towards the dormitory neighborhood, and follow the bridge that ends in the fishing area.
It takes up to two hours on foot to travel this route. Although the terrain was fairly smooth, he had to stop at some point to build an alibi. Chat to some acquaintances, then pass on the nonsense before leaving. To have additional witnesses if caught and interrogated.
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