authoritarian love story

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last updated: 25/7/25 | original created: 5/6/25

i left this untweaked so you too can cringe when i stumbled across this

ok so imagine like a guy and gal living in some fictional country, fictionlandia. the guy's name is bob and the girl's name is sal. nothing is based off of anything and no one is referencing anyone. bob is a bureacratic cog in the authoritarian country of fictionlandia.

opening

bob is a simple bureacratic worker serving his country proudly who's in charge of helping ordinary citizens by listening to their problems and helping make government services more accessible to the public. one day, a frantic-looking woman rushes to the booth bob works at.

bob: "hey there. how can i help you today?"

sal: "i want someone to love me."

bob: "huh?"

beat

bob: "what do you mean?"

sal: "i'm so alone, man. and i'm so done with the state trying to indoctrinate me."

bob: "woah woah woah you can't go around saying things like that--"

sal: "do you feel seen?"

bob: "seen?"

sal: "yeah?"

bob: "yeah."

sal: "that's great for you, but i don't. i never feel seen. but i want to be seen. by something, anything. i've gone my whole life adhering to others, listening, but never having anyone listen to me. to what i want, what i need."

bob: "i don't think this has anything to do with state affairs."

sal: "shut up"

"you know, my friend lina just got married. to a man. who am i married to? no one. i'm 30, and i have nothing to show for it."

beat

bob: "i think i'm going to call security and have them execute you"

sal: "don't do that. what are they even going to execute me for? being human? showing a shred of emotion?"

"listen, i just want someone to see me for me. i want to be loved by someone."

bob: "why??"

sal: "because everything feels so hollow! what's the point of living in this hellhole if i have no one to share my despair with??"

bob: "i don't like what you're saying"

sal: "are you going to call security?"

another beat sorry

sal: "you're the only man who hasn't shoved me away."

"thus far"

bob: "i've made up my mind"

sal: "yeah?"

bob: "thanks for your submission to the office"

a big burly security guard approaches from afar, sal looks behind her before snapping her head back to bob

sal: "oh my god"

"you think i'm wrong for being so open with my feelings?"

bob: "one hundred percent"