Intro to Baze (Karma Excerpt) by: Henny Daniels

Depending on the time in Baze, the sky varied by vastly numerous shades ranging from deep violet to pitch black—ominously dark, yet each hue made for a different visual affect. Time was measured not by number, but by color of the bleak horizon. There were no stars, only one moon that shone bright from the center of the ground. The few bodies of water—ranging from lagoons to contrived ponds—were an afterthought, not even remotely vital to sustain life as conditions require on Earth. Animal and plant life were unheard of; the people of this world were slouchy and pale in appearance— fueled by a different source which provided all necessary vitamins and nutrients in a single-serving boost. An internally powered core meant that all energy emitted and consumed by the dimension known as Baze was stored in its moon (known as the Gaite), guarded by the terrain of the actual planet. Gaite was a key component in all pan-dimensional travel—used to protect and maintain the bounds. In other words, Baze was the place that provided balance and structure for the entire Universe—keeping the different worlds and types of beings safe from each other (when in proper operation).

There was a common theory that many leaders of other realms had concluded about the people of Earth; they were consistently and obnoxiously oblivious to anything outside of their own solar system; this commonality served as a highly demanded form of entertainment in other places —broadcasted via radio-waves emitted on large viewing screens.

Baze, however, was a place where people didn’t judge for entertainment purposes. The living being residents were required to observe every human in existence and assign their deserved Karma. Baze was responsible for issuing Karma on Earth among countless other places. Its foundation consisted of three branches: Observation, Sentencing, and Implementation. Here, the inhabitants have gathered each day since the beginning of time to do their life’s work. No one visually aged; no one physically died.

There was no room for romance, family nor leisure—in fact, these concepts were only learned for work purposes. Everyone was expected to perform and focus on their assigned duties and missions—at all times, even after scheduled shifts had been completed. In return for cooperation, the workers of Baze had every need met—food, shelter, clothing, security, etc.— for free and on a regular basis.

Of course, there were strict rules to be followed both while on duty and during “free time”; adherence to said rules was mandatory, nonnegotiable and heavily monitored— after all, the coherence of the present, working Universe depended on it. Living quarters amounted to most of the architectural structures in Baze. There was no need for grocery stores, malls, movie theaters and entertainment, or any form of commerce for that matter— unless being punished, no one “needed” anything and “wants” were virtually an unfathomed term.

In all the thousands of years of its existence, no one succeeded in disrupting the efficiency of Baze. The digitally-powered ruling system left minimal room for error by cleansing selective memories of everyone in the Observation branch after completion of each case-study. With every memory confiscation, the Bazian’s ability to empathize with subjects was eliminated. Those that worked in the other branches were never exposed to aspects of the lifestyles of humans that differed from their own and were not permitted to communicate with those of the Observation branch. All workers were given information on a need-to-know basis and at times, purposely misinformed in the name of continued prosperity.

Administration in Baze was led by a computer-programmed, error-proof robotic organization. But soon, that would all change due to one single being—out of hundreds of millions of others and just as many years of successful operation—who would find a way to want more out of life. Her name was Zara.

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Sitting at her desk, bored with the typical dealings of work, Zara began to daydream. She pictured herself in ice-blue water with thousands of fish—consisting of multiple shapes and each color of the rainbow—surrounding her. As the sun—what she knew as an enormous smoldering ball of light in the sky—beamed on her neck and shoulders, she waded the cool water to stay afloat with her face below the surface. Initially, the sheer volume of the various-sized creatures frightened her, but as Zara watched them ignore her and wiggle and spring toward the bread crumbs being thrown into the ocean, all qualms floated away into the beautiful water. Popping her head up, she could see a small square dock just ahead where a man was feeding the school of fish. He waved at her and smiled then continued the feeding. Zara adjusted her goggles and resumed staring at the breathtaking work of art surrounding her.

“Employee #2554698 please get back to work. Your break will be in 15 minutes; no time for slacking.” A monotonous voice on the intercom sounded swiftly to knock Zara out of her fantasy. She sighed and resumed staring at her hyper-tech monitoring screen. Today Zara was assigned a 20-year-old girl named Stacey who lived in Nashville, Tennessee. Although usually excited about a successful and completed case, she was oddly relieved to be finished with the previous young man from Havana who took only 6 months to complete. But she just wasn’t enjoying her duties at all as of late.

About 3 years ago, when Zara became of age to work, she was absolutely enamored with the job. Working in the elite Observation branch that held such major importance was not something a Bazian took lightly. After all, they were all key components in a dimension responsible for lives and upholding fairness and balance. Zara had spent nearly fifty years in school learning about Earthly concepts and the different types of people in her assigned area. Her destiny was decided before her gender was even known. Zara’s jurisdiction included a single continent for now, and if she were to meet all evaluation qualifications and continue to progress in the gathering of information on her allotted humans, then she would be promoted to more areas of Earth and eventually, more dimensions. At one time, the sheer thought of these potential accomplishments sent chills throughout her body. But now, Zara was uninterested in her field all together.  Unable to verbally express to anyone what happened that caused the disconnect with her life’s work, Zara could only escape through her astounding, oddly realistic dreams comprised of information she was not supposed to remember.

Each day she dreaded waking up to go to work, and could only think about break times while she was there along with the wonderful rush of relief she felt when exiting the building. To think that she had spent so much time thus far investing into her future only to ultimately be unhappy with the results was heartbreaking to say the least. But the show had to go on, with or without her, and there was no telling what would happen to Zara if she decided to quit. So, she hid her misery and performed as she was expected to—hoping that one day she would be able to leave Baze forever.

 

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