“Jeaso Phulophchit keeping you updated, as promised, on the progress of a better society.” The cameraman turned the focus from the reporter to the organized structures behind him. “As you can see, another Child Development and Education Facility has been completed and children are being bussed in as we speak."
The view from the camera panned to children being offloaded from a bus and ushered into one of the larger buildings.
“As you know, there has been great success in populating the CDE facilities in the starter cities of Chicago, New York, and Los Angeles. These facilities, along with the housing and urban redevelopment projects, have been a long-needed relief for the strains placed on society. Here with me today is Administrator Jensen, who has been overseeing the CDE Facilities progress.”
“Great to be here Jeaso,” Jensen said. “As you said, we’ve had great success in urban areas. Most caretakers offered little to no resistance in relocating their offspring.”
“Interesting,” Jeaso said, “So the parents didn’t give you any problems?”
“Parents?” Jensen asked, “What is this, 2020? That’s such an outdated term. The caregivers often escorted their offspring to the busses themselves.”
“How did you convince them to give up their children?” Jeaso asked.
“Again with the outdated term.” Jensen shook his head, “For the most part we didn’t have to do much. We simply informed them that their offspring will be relocated for their benefit and the benefit of society. And that their monthly stipend would remain the same.”
“So it was about the money?”
Jensen scoffed, “Not at all. Saying that makes it sound like they were happy to get rid of their children - “
“Offspring,” Jeaso corrected.
“Offspring. As long as they were able to keep their income stable. I’m sure the reason they were willing was because they were intelligent enough to make the right decision for the future of their offspring and society as a whole.”
Jeaso nodded, “Can you explain, for those who don’t see this as a positive thing, how this is a progressive move?”
“While it is difficult to understand why there are people out there that willingly hold on to their ignorance, we know that they are out there.” Jensen said, his tone offering a hint of sadness and shame. “It has long been known that parents -”
“Caretakers,” Jeaso corrected.
“No, in this case, parents is the right word. History has shown that parents don’t know what's best for their children. Consider how many of them were on the FBI’s watch list at one time. They threatened the fabric of society with their singular perspectives. By offering unified locations for the children to live and be educated properly, we strengthen society through the unification of diversity in inclusion.” Jenson explained. He gestured to the structures behind them.
“This location, like so many others, contains everything future generations will need. They have housing similar to the housing they will receive when they integrate into society. They have food, clothing, and the guidance of professionally trained staff.”
“Some might compare these facilities to foster care group homes of the past,” Jeaso said.
Jensen shrugged. “I can see the comparison that they make, but I would point out that our facilities are better than group homes or orphanages. Even better than boarding schools. Our facilities prepare the children to integrate into a society where everyone is on equal terms with each other. These facilities allow them to dispense with any preconceived notions of inequality or the need for equity.”
“And how does it do that?”
“Here, they are exempt from the three violation conditions. Inequality is discouraged any time it may expose itself but in a calm and encouraging way. Every child learns that what is theirs is also their neighbor’s and that no one is better than another.”
“I know these facilities have been shown a lot of support in urban areas, but this is a rural community. Have you been met with the same support?”
Jensen lowered his head and shook it slowly. He looked at the camera. “Unfortunately, no. The sad truth of the matter is that people in these kinds of areas are out of touch with reality as a whole. They cling to the old ways of living. They refuse to give up their melanin bias and the idea that they know what’s best for their offspring. They don’t want to accept that raising only one to five children doesn’t give them the experience that professionals have.
While these parents raise only a few children, the professionals raise hundreds. That experience alone makes them more qualified. Add in the training that they receive before they mold the minds of the next generation, well, it’s clear which is the better choice.”
“Do you explain the funding situation to them?” Jeaso asked.
“Oh, we are always clear on that point. Still, some would rather their children live in squaller than to have all the advantages we have to offer.”
“With every advantage the CDE Facilities offer, isn’t it disconcerting that some people are still against it?”
Jensen nodded, “It is disconcerting, but we are encouraged that soon their choice won’t be a factor. With the housing initiative in full effect, their options will be limited. Soon they will see that allowing the Child Development and Education Facilities to take the burden of caring for their offspring is the best option for them and future generations.”
“How about a tour of the facilities?” Jeaso asked, “Perhaps that will convey the message of a better and more reasonable future to the holdouts.”
“That’s an excellent idea,” Jensen said, “usually the brochures do the work for us, but I think a basic tour might help the willingly ignorant to understand a little better.”
He led Jeaso and the cameraman through the six-inch thick gates and between two housing units. “As you can see,” he gestured to the units beside them, “these are the same housing units every person receives thanks to the Housing Initiative. No one goes homeless anymore. Each unit has a bedroom, bathroom, dining area, living room, and kitchen. And laundry facilities of course.”
“Does each child receive one of these for themselves?” Jeaso asked.
“Of course,” Jensen said, “however, they don’t receive the kitchen units until age ten. At that point, they are usually tall enough to use them.”
“So, what about the younger ones? Is it a good idea for them to be essentially on their own like that?”
“Given the opportunity, children will always make the right choices. Having them be on their own is an important learning tool for both independence and cooperation. However, we do have facilities to care for those under five years old.” He gestured to one of the larger buildings.
“As you can see,” Jensen continued, “there are two larger facilities. One is the general population building where the children can gather for recreational activities such as reading, studying, and social experimentation. The other is housing for the younger children. There, several child care workers reside with the younger ones to care for them. By the time a child turns six, they have been given everything they need to be on their own, so to speak.”
“So each housing unit is for an individual. What if two individuals wish to reside together?” Jeaso asked.
“That sometimes comes up and they simply put in a residency alteration request. Each housing unit is monitored to prevent any action that may be deemed as inequality and any potential breeding activity is strongly discouraged.”
“Has that ever been a problem? Unauthorized breeding?”
“In the early months, it has come up. But we’ve taken measures to prevent such unfortunate incidents from taking place.”
They continued walking through the large grassy square that was the center of the facility.
“This area is open to all residents of every age. It’s a communal common where they can interact with each other, share common ideas and beliefs, and come together as one. Individual thoughts should be kept to themselves and they are free to have them in their quarters. Out here, everyone is encouraged to find equal beliefs and ideas that will bring society together as a whole.” Jensen explained.
“What about education? Are there age-specific classrooms?” Jeaso asked.
“We don’t discriminate based on age when it comes to education. Everyone studies at their own pace and is encouraged to gather together in one of the common areas for clarification of the lessons. The lessons are given through the monitoring system in both the housing units and the common areas. The children choose which way they learn best.”
“What about graduation?” Jeaso asked, “How do you know if a child is ready to integrate into society?”
“Great question,” Jensen said, “As you know, the grading system has hindered development for centuries. We don’t encourage such antiquated and hateful things here. By the time a child reaches adulthood, they are ready for society. Each child is given aptitude placement analysis and their studies are formulated for the best possible outcome based on those results. By not having the pressure of grade restrictions, the children can develop their interests and understanding of their chosen field.”
“That sounds complicated,” Jeaso said.
“Only for the educators,” Jensen chuckled. “The children each have their education suited for their choices so they’re not inundated with unnecessary information.” Jensen looked towards the common building. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, it’s my turn to speak at their orientation.”
“Of course,” Jeaso said, “Thank you for your time and the tour.”
“My pleasure.” Jensen moved off camera and the focus returned to Jeaso.
“Well, there you have it. A new facility and a better understanding of how the Child Development and Education Facilities are making the future of society better than anyone has ever known. This is Jeaso Phulophchit signing off.”
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