Dystopian

Jericho’s Wall

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Synopsis

Freedom is a dangerous game in a one world society

The year is 2097 and the world is under control from Lord Jericho Baal. For the last two-hundred years he has eliminated those elites who wanted to control the world and has taken that position for himself. By reducing the surplus population from eight billion to a mere 216 million workers - all of whom are necessary to support his lavish lifestyle - he now enjoys the pristine world to himself. Joshlynn Fellows, a 15 year old field worker, realizes that life has to mean more than this. When her mother is taken away and killed by the Removers because she was approaching the required end-of-life age of 50, she finally decides that escaping to freedom is her only chance, even if it results in her own death.

Chapter 1


The fresh sea breeze blew across the patio of Jericho Baal’s summer home on the island of Crete, stirring feathery leaves of the Cyprus trees that were lined up on each side like tin soldiers guarding Lord Baal’s summer residence. The only open area was directly out to the cobalt blue sea of the Mediterranean where a dock led out to his 167-foot private yacht, aptly named BAAL. This island retreat was the place where the lord would summarily call in his generals from around the world for business, entertainment and, most importantly, worshipful company. Today was one of those days.

From his patio lounge, Jericho Baal smiled as he saw his Monitors busily working as they prepared for the meeting. The invention of the Monitors was truly a stroke of diabolical genius. These identical android beings with their superior strength obeyed every order, and even better, their superior hearing ability kept a check on any human disloyalty to Lord Baal’s rules. 

Today’s gathering of his Generals was going to be a special meeting, one that the Generals weren’t expecting. He loved surprises that made people squirm and that thought made him break out in a broad smile, revealing yellowed-teeth. He ran a hand through his black hair and then closed his gold-veined eyes against the heat of the sun. The extreme heat felt wonderful over every inch of his weathered, naked body. 

He had at last achieved his reason for being. The evil kingdom that he had set up two-hundred years before had finally culminated in just himself and the carefully handpicked generals that he knew would obey his every whim, and of course the workers who provided all his needs. The others before, those leaders of the financial world who wanted to rule the world, had no idea of who they signed on with to help them. 

He devilishly smiled as he thought of those from Europe, who first signed on to his scheme. And then there were Americans, with their greed. They would sign on to anything. But, like the Europeans, they kept wanting more until at last he said enough. He happily eliminated them one by one. He created this scheme and he alone would achieve it without competition from anyone. He was, after all, Lord Jericho Baal. 

He turned his head as he heard the door open and close behind him.

“Sir excuse me, but I thought you would like to know.”

He looked up to see his lovely assistant, with her long robe flowing softly in the breeze, looking as edible as ever.

“What is it, Lilith?”

“All of your Generals have arrived in Greece. They will be arriving here at 1:00,” she said, as the breeze blew a strand of her long black hair across her face.

“And the time right now is?”

“11:15,” she replied with a smile. 

“Certainly, time enough,” he said reaching for her. 

Across the Mediterranean from Lord Baal’s estate was the city that was once Athens, where Lord Baal’s Generals had gathered in the Ballroom of the Royal Palace. They spoke quietly to each other as they awaited their orders. 

These ten Generals each served their respective area of the world. They represented the remaining wealth of the world. One, because of his royal status, others, because of their personal wealth, and still others because of special favor from Lord Baal himself. Lord Baal’s goal of building a pristine planet and reducing the surplus population had been achieved exactly as planned. Biological weapons that spread viruses throughout the world was the first assault. That alone wiped out millions of people worldwide. For those that survived, the next step was vaccines. With fear among the population, the masses readily lined up for them not knowing that the deadly virus was actually in the shots.  Tens of millions more died. 

Within the last 67 years, the earth’s population had been reduced from eight billion to a more workable 216 million. Finally, Jericho Baal stepped up and put an end to this sadness and promised to help the remaining people. He generously gave them housing and food as well as free clothing and all he asked in return was their help to replenish the land to build a better future for them and for their children. 

There were no longer countries, no longer wars, and no longer churches. Money was only exchanged between Lord Baal and the Generals who commanded the workers. The workers received no pay and owned no property. It was now a one-world society known as the Great Collective. In gratitude Lord Baal demanded fifteen percent of the profits of each of these Commonwealth states, to be placed in his care to help maintain the wilderness and to keep the planet clean. This was his Wilderness and no one was allowed to be there except, of course, himself. He made sure that Monitors patroled the perimeters of each commonwealth and gave strict orders for anyone violating this rule to be put to death.

These ten Commonwealths were held in small areas throughout the world. The rest of the land was returned to its natural state. He also said for the well-being and safety of everyone, there were just a few rules to follow. One of which was to daily honor Lord Baal for his help. All workers were required to sing the state Anthem three times a day. The first was at 5:00 am, when the workers began their workday; the second was at 12:00 noon, just before lunch; and the last was at 5:00 pm, when the workers were finished with their day’s work and were allowed to go home. Since the people were grateful for his help, and even more grateful to be alive, they happily accepted this.  

The Generals, dressed in their finest woolen uniforms, were all looking forward to their meeting with the Lord as they assembled in the Ballroom. This ancient building was one of the few Presidential Palaces that still remained in the world because it served a use for Lord Baal. 

Mohamed Gabr, who was General of the North Africa Commonwealth, could be heard above the others when he said, “But General Tules, I’m afraid we’re beginning to cross lines.”

General Angela Tules, of the South America Commonwealth, responded patiently, “No, General. As I’ve told you before, my pharmaceutical production has nothing to do with your chemicals.

“Yes you have said this, but still my sources have told me that you now have a chemical division. Is this true?”

“My dear General. It is true that we have a slight interest, but you must understand that all pharmaceutical companies have an agrochemical division. It’s unavoidable since there is a slight overlap, but as far as manufacturing chemicals. No, General. We leave that up to you. This is your field,” she said with a slight smile.

May Winningstad, the General of the Western America Commonwealth, looked in the direction of General Gabr when he had raised his voice, but returned her attention to Robert Chan, the General of the Eastern Asia Commonwealth. She was the tallest of the female generals and stood almost six feet tall. Even in her woolen uniform, she still displayed perfect curves. “General Chan,” she said as she brushed her red hair from her face, “I would be very interested in hearing more about your use of drones. We’ve been using them for years to help in our agriculture and it’s been quite profitable. But I’ve heard you have been using them to induce weather patterns.”

“Yes,” he answered with a slight hesitation. “We’re experimenting with cloud seeding.”

“I find that fascinating,” she responded. “Have you really been able to create rain?”

General Chan smiled and said carefully, “We’re in the early stages so nothing definitive yet.”

“I understand,” she said as she smiled. “But the possibilities are exciting, especially since we live under almost a cloudless sky and the effects of heat are hard on our workers. With your seeding, can you choose between clouds and actual rain?”

General Chan smiled. “As I said, we are still in the early stages.” 

On the opposite side of the Ballroom, General Cook from the Australia Commonwealth was in a small group who were discussing their mining ventures. “Unfortunately, Australia has been hampered by the fires that are plaguing us right now. We’ve lost many of our workers in the gas fields through smoke inhalation but the good news is that with all of that, we have still managed to hold our number that Lord Baal expected.”

Nicky Bekker, General of the South Africa Commonwealth, added, “Well, you don’t need much diesel to power up the electric trains, so it works out.”

“True,” Ginia Cook said. “Fortunately, the gold mines came through. How are your mines doing in South Africa, General Bekker?”

He smiled, “They just keep producing. Couldn’t say that years ago with everybody in the game, but we’re doing fine now.” He turned to the General from Europe. “Still pumping oil?”

General Oleg Timchenko from the Eastern Europe Commonwealth, who rarely smiled said, “Yeah, Eastern Europe is doing fine. But with less need for oil, we are concentrating on farming and have expanded into the wilderness, with Lord Baal’s permission.”

“Really? Lord Baal approved of that?” General Dieter Otto, from the Western Europe Commonwealth, asked knowing that the wilderness was never to be touched.

“Yeah,” General Timcheko responded. “We’ve had to double up on our working hours, so the workers are now being fed one extra meal per day. We needed the ten extra acres of land.”

A short distance away, the General of the of Western Asia Commonwealth, Sultan Omar Alam, was listening intently as the Canada Commonwealth General, Joseph Irving, was discussing how technology was adding to their food production.

“The drones have been very useful for a couple of reasons. Like both of the American Commonwealths, we have used them to drop seeds to the workers, but we’ve found that they are also useful in eliminating insect damage as well as aerating and watering the fields.”

The Sultan smiled. “So soon we will not need the workers?”

General Irving returned the smile, “Well, we’re not there just yet.”

General Hart, from the Eastern America Commonwealth, added, “Who knows what’s going to happen in the future, but in the meantime we are saddled with these workers and they need to be fed. I absolutely agree with the usefulness of the drones. Our food production has increased by a third.”

A Monitor came into the room and announced, “Generals, we will be boarding our transport shortly to Crete. If you will just follow me.”

He led them out through the building to the back door. Beyond was the transporter waiting on the concrete Pad. He pushed a button on the side wing and the air stair came down revealing the entrance to the transporter. The Generals climbed the stairs into the luxurious cabin that held 20 reclining seats.  In the background, there was soft music playing. 

The Monitor stood at the front on the cabin and said, “Generals, I trust you are all comfortable. This will be a short ten-minute flight and you will be met by Monitors on Crete when you land,” he said as he punched the buttons to program the flight.

“Have a good day.” He descended the air-stair and immediately it retracted back into the transport and the engine began a soft hum. The transport slowly lifted off, elevated 100 feet, and zoomed away over the Mediterranean Sea. 

In exactly ten minutes the transport landed in front of Lord Baal’s home and the air-stair immediately came down. Two Monitors were waiting as the Generals descended the stairs. “Lord Baal is waiting for you inside. Please follow me and I’ll show you the way.”

They crossed the massive front lawn, with the second Monitor following closely, and entered a wide tiled courtyard where they finally had a view of the 45,000 square foot palace with its whitewashed walls and red-tiled roof. As they came through the door, they were immediately in a large circular hall with travertine floors. The Venetian-plastered walls held large abstract art within deep niches. 

The Monitor continued straight past doorways off to the right and left until he came to a huge central hall that was obviously set up awaiting their arrival. Ten chairs were placed in a semi-circle, each separated by tables, which held glasses full of water. The chairs all faced a large leather chair, with a table beside it. On the other side of the table was a smaller chair. A Pad was on the table along with two glasses of water.

“Generals, please be seated. Lord Baal will join you momentarily,” the Monitor said as he and the second Monitor took their place at the back of the room. 

The Generals took their chairs and waited eight long minutes in silence.

Finally Lord Baal, dressed in a long grey robe, came through the door and took his seat at the front of the room. Lilith followed him in her flowing white robe as she sat in the smaller chair. 

He carefully studied each of his Generals before saying, “Thank you all for coming. I trust you had a pleasant trip.”

Some of the Generals nodded.

“Good,” Lord Baal said. “Shortly we’ll be going down for luncheon on the yacht, and perhaps a short boat ride, but business first,” he said, briefly flashing a yellow-toothed smile. 

“Lilith,” he said as he turned to his assistant, “Do you have the figures of each of Commonwealth states?”

She quickly picked up her Pad, punched a code and handed it to Lord Baal

He silently looked at the figures, glancing occasionally at the Generals, and then held the Pad in his hands as he called out the first name, “General Cook, can you explain these figures?”

All eyes were on Ginia Cook. She cleared her throat and spoke with as much conviction as she could muster. “Lord Baal, Australia has suffered this year from deadly fires and we lost many workers in the gas fields. I pulled workers from the farm fields to help, and sent others to the gold mines. Fortunately, the gold mine revenue made up for the lost revenue on the gas fields, so we were actually even with the figures you expected this year.”

“But General, I take it with your loss of life, that you now lack workers. What is your plan?”

“Sir, I have been adding extra hours to all the workers so we can still meet our quota. Fortunately we have a multitude of children that will be coming into the farm fields in a few months so that will help with the problem.”

“Very well, keep me informed.” 

He looked at his Pad. “General Bekker, I see that your revenue on your diamond mines has well overshot our figures. I must commend you.”

“Thank you, sir,” Nicky Bekker responded. 

Lord Baal turned his attention once again to his Pad and frowned. “General Winningstad,” he said as he looked at her. “From what I can see your worker numbers have been reduced. Can you explain?”

May Winningstad was fully prepared to tell the Lord about her excellent numbers but was caught off guard with this question. She hesitated before replying, then carefully said, “Sir, it is true that our worker force has been slightly reduced. This is due to a number of things. We have a population of Olders that have reduced output. We have solved that problem with the assistance of the Removers.” Lord Baal nodded, but said nothing as he waited to hear more.

“In order to make up for this loss, we have added more production quotas to our existing workers, and I am happy to report that our figures have met your expectations.”

Lord Baal continued to stare at General Winningstad. “Is there any other reason your worker numbers are down?” he asked, as he glared at her. When she didn’t reply, he continued, “Could it be possibly that you have allowed workers to escape to the wilderness?”

She was caught and she knew it. “Sir, I did not allow anything. With the help of the Monitors we have discovered that there was a small rebel uprising. I took immediate steps to punish the offenders. Some were taken care of by the Removers. The others have been successfully Re-educated. Their immediate discipline was a lesson to the workers to never let this happen again.” 

“May it be so,” he replied.

Lord Baal turned his attetion to the General of the Eastern Asia Commonwealth. “General Chan, we spoke last about your efforts with changing weather patterns. My sources tell me that you have been successful.”

General Chan clenched his jaw before replying, “Yes, my Lord.”

“This can be of great use to all of our Commonwealth states. I would like you to prepare a document detailing exactly how you have accomplished this. Would you be so kind as to do this for us all?” 

General Chan stared back at Lord Baal. “Of course, my Lord.”

“And General, I expect to have this document in one week.”

General Chan did not change expression as he replied, “Sir, it will be done.”

Several of the Generals gave a slight smile. Among those was Oleg Timchenko.

“General Timchenko, I see this pleases you.”

“Yes, Lord Baal. We are concentrating our efforts on agriculture and have extended our hours into evening. This means adding an extra meal for our workers. With being able to control the weather our production will most definitely rise.”

Lord Baal smiled. “Production is paramount.”

“General Gabr,” Lord Baal said, as he looked directly at Mohamed Gabr and held his gaze for a moment. He continued, “I see that your figures are well down from expectations. What do you have to say about this?”

General Gabr stiffened and said, “Lord Baal, there are a few reasons. First, our workers have simply not kept up with the work. I have disciplined them and sent some back for Re-education, but still the profits have been down. We have also had an Older who was responsible for the largest spill we’ve ever had, and we had no choice but to have the Removers take care of him. And recently I have discovered that another General has been taking business from us.”

Lord Baal set his Pad on the table and asked, “And who would this be?”

“Sir,” he replied turning to General Angela Tules. “She has been infringing on my profits. She actually is producing chemicals and this is my assigned duty.”

“I see,” said Lord Baal. “This General, whose Commonwealth is not only on the other side of the planet from you, and in fact across an ocean, has been stealing your ideas. Is that it?”

“Yes exactly,” General Gabr said angrily. Then added, “Sir.”

Lord Baal narrowed his gold-veined eyes at General Gabr. “General, our Great Collective has no place for self-serving individuals. One is not superior over another. I’ve heard enough of your excuses. Perhaps a lesson is in order,” he said as he gripped his hand into a fist. Within seconds the General began convulsing, until Jericho Baal finally released his hand and watched as the General slumped down in his chair.

Lord Baal snapped his finger at the Monitors in the back of the room, who both immediately came forward. 

“I believe the good General needs a nap. Please take him to one of our guest rooms.” As the two monitors removed the General, Lord Baal added, “Such a shame. He’s missing such a good luncheon.”

The Generals looked at each other in fear.

Lord Baal broke the silence, “Now where we?” He asked. “Ah yes, General Tules.”  All eyes focused on the General from South America. “That was quite an accusation, wasn’t it?”

General Tules replied quietly, “Yes sir.”

“Whether it is true or not, you do realize that putting your own interest above others is something that I won’t tolerate.”

General Tules hesitated a moment. “Yes sir,” she said at last. 

There was a chill in the room as everyone waited for Lord Baal to continue. “This business is most unpleasant, so I will say this to you. Your numbers have saved you.” And then he added, “Today. But rest assured, this is my last warning to you.”

General Tules swallowed. “Thank you, my Lord.”

Jericho Baal took a deep breath and let it out. “Now, to the business of the future. Since you have all displayed your ability to turn a nice profit, I have confidence that you can achieve even more. Each one of you will be expected to produce an extra 10% beginning immediately. There was an audible gasp in the room and Jericho Baal stared at the Generals momentarily and continued with a slight smile, “Really, this is a compliment to all of you for your leadership qualities. And oh, just one more thing. Your tribute to me will also be going up an extra five percent.

Jericho Baal looked looked down the line and back again at his Generals. “I trust that you will not disappoint me.”

He clasped his fingers and smiled. “Now, it’s time for fun. I’m told that the chef has a special menu planned of rare Wagyu filet and spiny lobster. Anyone hungry?”









About the author

A creative is always a creative. Pamela Young is an ASID interior designer, a food blogger and the author of nine books including her recent YA dystopian novel, "Jericho’s Wall." Her books have been featured on the cover of Publisher’s Weekly, and she has done book signings at Barnes and Noble. view profile

Published on July 04, 2020

Published by CAVU Publishing LLC

70000 words

Genre: Dystopian

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