Brave+New+World

__BRAVE NEW WORLD __ Alpha:Group One Beta:Group 2  Gamma: group 5  Delta: group 3  Epsilon:group 4 I think that the savage is a bad man. What he did at the hospital was just very strange. A group of us Deltas were going to pick up our soma like we always do. Suddenly the savage showed up and started saying weird things like that soma is bad. Everyone likes soma. It makes you feel good, so how can it be bad? The savage sometimes uses odd phrases and words we don't understand. Maybe it's a savage language. Or maybe hes smart like Alphas and knows words we don't. I'm glad that I'm not an Alpha. They work too hard and are too smart.- Ron Lipkin Group 3

To think that Savage was //born//. What does that even mean? I’m sure it is disgusting. How embarrassing. Where does one even come into being through viviparous means? Supposedly the Director is his father. Ha! What a joke! When I heard that one, I nearly fell off my post in the Fertilizing Room. Who ever thought of such a thing? I bet the Gammas and lower castes even understood that joke. After all, being a Beta I know that there is no such thing as a father, or the counter part for that matter… I believe it’s called a mother? Anyhow, I spend my days in the Fertilizing Room. I am the one who begins the process of decantation of the new eggs. If anyone knows anything about fertilization it’s me. No wonder the Savage went crazy at the factory. Poor thing obviously did not get the benefits of being decanted. Had I fertilized him I would have made sure that he received all the magnesium salts and phosphorus he needed. I mean if he //was// decanted then someone must have missed his bottle, neglecting to inject all the necessary nutrients that he needed. I could have given him that. I fertilize. It’s what I do. I am a Beta. --Rachel Furst, Group 2.

Emotional attachments? Relationships? Monogamy? Whoever fertilized that savage must have been high on soma when he did so, because those ideals are unheard of in our World State. How selfish of that savage to not want to share himself with everyone. Doesn’t he know that everyone belongs to everyone else? Why should he want to flush away his opportunities for frivolity by being chained to another person for the rest of his existence? Being a Beta, I’m privileged enough to see the good in sharing myself with everyone. How much fun I have sleeping with any man that I choose. My life is simply perfect. Does that savage mean to stop the use of contraceptives with his heretical ideas, and restart the barbaric practice of viviparous relationships? Ugh. I shudder at the thought. That savage needs to go back to the Reservation where he belongs.- Rachel Lehrer, Group 2

That savage disgracefully wants to be alone. He unthinkably desires solitude. Solitude! What a frightful concept. He should be out playing Electromagnetic Golf or Escalator Squash. He should be appropriately going to feelies. Like any good Gamma, I spend my time in public with everyone else, increasing consumption. Instead of behaving normally, the savage sits in his room alone when he should be sharing himself with everyone. He could end up thinking about things while he is alone! Privacy is a terrible dangerous thing. Privacy does not make for a happy society, and happiness is the key to a peaceful community. He should be occupying his mind with fun and games, not sitting in terrible solitude being abnormal and odd. - Ariel Hopes, Group 5

How dare John the Savage barge into the hospital and throw the precious soma away! He has no sense of what true happiness is. Soma is what makes all members of each caste feel beyond amazing. It provides us with ecstasy that is unreachable naturally. He is acting as moronic as an epsilon-why can't he be intelligent like an Alpha,or like us Betas, and realize life without soma would be miserable? I cannot even comprehend what negativity he sees in soma. This savage needs to go on a soma holiday,that will straighten him out. If he were a Beta, he would be in the perfect position, as he would be not too intelligent, and not too stupid and would understand soma's importance.- Nathalie Pludwinski, Group 2

As an Alpha, I am genetically programmed to perform as a pedagogue for the members of our society. My skills could not be put to better use than to explain the special circumstances of John the Savage, and how his actions have the potential to vitiate our society .In a society which upholds a high standard of social stability, and where social ferment is regarded as nugatory, John the Savages actions are not only an aberration, but they are completely inappropriate and almost irremediable. A tenet of our society is that "when the individual feels, society reels". This, by effect, is to say that the expressed emotions of one man in society, especially in ours, are virulent. Savage, even without ulterior motives or intended machinations, has succeeded in setting back the conditioning of many delta children when he mourned the death of his consanguineous relative he calls a "mother", a reflection of the long lasting and malignant effects John the Savage could in theory have on our society. It is imperative that we do all in our power to extirpate the negative force that is John the Savage.--> Zach Shaw, Group 1.

Death is good. It is fun and happy. But the savage thinks it is bad, or sad. I don’t know. He is wrong. I think. And who was that dead girl? She was so ugly and fat. Why does he talk to her? There are so many other girls, he can just leave her. He is weird. I didn’t understand what he was saying. He talks funny. He even pushed one of my friends when he asked about that ugly dead girl. He is mean. Maybe he didnt understand the question. He probably only talks savage. But he still should not have ppushed my friend. He stopped our game of hunt-the-zipper because he was yelling and screaming and crying next to that dead girl. But why? Death is good. I am a delta and even I know that.-Brianna Cohen

The savage? Who is he? Is he that strange man who is really funny looking? Does he walk around with that girl? She is an ugly fatty fat girl. I want a pretty girl!! I’m confused!!! Who is the savage? Am I the savage? I think I am the savage. If I am the savage will my brain stop hurting? I am confused!!! Look they are giving out soma!! Soma is yummy yummy. It makes me happy. What was I saying? If I am the savage then who is John? Maybe I am John? I am pretty sure my next-door neighbor is John… There are too many people!!! My brain hurts again... Who is the Savage? Who is John? Who am I? Oooo look more Soma!!! - Miriam Mond 4

I enjoy being a Gamma! I feel bad for the savage. I think he is an Epsilon. He is so stupid. He talks in this weird language and thinks soma is bad! How could soma be bad? Soma makes everyone happy! Why would they give us soma if it was bad for us? Why is he so angry all the time? Who cares if Linda died? Who is Linda? I heard she is his hahaha his “mother”. That cannot be true. Maybe he used to live in a cold place, and is upset? I hate the cold. Thank ford I get to live in a hot atmosphere, im so lucky. I also get to work in the factories! I work with the rest of my bokanovsky roup! Its so much fun! This savage is so strange. I heard he was never even properly conditioned. Im so glad im not him. -Shoshie Mond, group 5.

'Is she dead?' 'Is she dead?!' We squealed at the top of our lungs in order to cope with this situation at hand. Although at the time I was a very young child, I, along with any child in our Brave New World, had never been exposed to something like this. You see, the staff at the Park Lane Hospital works tirelessly to ensure that we are conditioned properly. While watching John the Savage weep over his...well.....Linda, it struck me, as a mere Delta that perhaps there is misery in this world? Much to our gratitude, the nurse at this hospital intervened to comfort us that in reality, there is nothing beyond happiness. Phew. As a young Delta, it was my first and only chance to see John so close. It was as if we had front row tickets to the 'freak show.' I remember thinking along these lines as he called out to his 'G-d' in grief. (Two things from some bunk history that we thankfully shield ourselves from.) My friend and I stood before the Savage and the hospital bed, and his name in our eyes rang true because of the way he behaved. He seized my friend by the collar of our uniforms and flung him sideways. What a disgrace! John was violent on account of his misery, and when another one my friends inquired about the fate of Linda, the Savage pushed him to the floor. We stood frightened and confused. Nonetheless, today I would want to acknowledge John for his service, however absurd. Instead of interrupting my conditioning, he erased all potential doubts swirling in my young mind about the efficiency and brilliance of our Brave New World. I will always be a delta. I will always do my tasks and complete them to the best of my abilities. Though, I do wish that someone had reassured John the Savage that day of our pleasant way of life- maybe he too would've enjoyed a chocolate e'clair from the nurse at the hospital. -Amy Weiss Group 3

==== Perturbed. That is the only adequate description of the state this mongrel left me in. Perturbed. Perhaps it is due to the evident connection between this beast and my own natural self. Oh Ford what dangers these thoughts can lead to! Yet the intrigue is engulfing every aspect of my being. This savage lived so passionately. I was there that night, at the Orgyporgy. I had never felt anything quite so //real// until that night. He experienced true pain and despair, the likes of which I have never seen before. And for what? I can’t comprehend it. He cried, and screamed, and violently struck out for what? The next morning I returned to find him there, hanged. The brutality of it showed me something that the D.H.C. would have preferred I knew nothing about. Death. Not dying in accordance to our natural and accepted order, but the absence of life. A life that was so appallingly impassioned only hours before was gone. It hurt me. When I went home later that day, my eyes started to leak. There was a new pain within me, an emptiness that kept growing as the salty fluid continued pouring from within me. Then I began to laugh. A laugh that was so obscene and inappropriate that it warmed me inside. John may have died, but I began to live. ====

-Terry Dray Group 1
====As a man John was naught but a piece in a machine, a machine so exceptionally well conceived and effectively oiled that there had, to this point never been so much as an insect interfering with the perfection of this society. However, as a symbol he has become far more than just a cog in this great mechanical brainchild of the Ford. He has become a threat to our very reality. His passion remembered is a severe impediment to the productivity of every level of Epsilon through the brightest of the Alphas. He has revealed to the people an entirely new spectrum of behavior that I had thought to be long extinct. His tears and his violent rage have awoken within even myself the deeply hidden emotions that have been programmed out of the population for generations. I can only imagine how the lesser castes are handling this upheaval. John the man was nothing. John the savage symbol? He is the Ford of the people.====

Yona Groffman- Group 1

Liora Kleiner-Group 4 As I was doing my Epsilon duties today I heard about this John the Savage. They say that he wasn’t born in a bottle and comes from a reservation that is completely uncivilized. What struck me as the weirdest thing is that where John the Savage is from every one doesn’t work for everyone else and they aren’t happy in their positions. In our civilized society we all do important work, even I an Epsilon. Also, we are all happy. I am happy to be an Epsilon and happy to do the tasks of an Epsilon. How strange this John the Savage must be and how strange is this reservation? How could one not be happy in their position and work? I think this John the Savage should take some soma.