The Philosopher Between the Capitalist and the Communist
Chapter 42 : The Breakdown of All of Civilization
There was no culture left, only brutalized rubble and torched remnants. But there were pirate ships bouncing around the Mediterranean with the original Anarchists on them. After they had made the necessary detours to embark their main cargo, the refugees of Communist oppression in Athens, there were still two pirate ships carrying the first two Anarchists. But the one carrying Emma anchored off of some unknown shore in the far, far Northwest. It waited several days until another vessel, also bearing a flag with skull and crossbones, finally arrived. At that point, they departed at once with their final cargoes: the two Anarchists. There they stood, alone with each other, on the beach. Emma screamed, "You!?" which was met with the same reply from Benjamin, and a moment of hesitation, before the Philosopher creeped out from behind some bushes, "No. Us." The two Anarchists counted the sand at their feet, "Emma," ~ "Benjamin." And at once, they were in each other's arms, a single embrace. The Philosopher was there when they had joined together, he was there when they defended their right to be together, he was there when they decided to split up, he was there when they agreed to stay together, and now he's here when they finally meet each other together.
Those who had joined in the rebellion at Athens with Emma were now making a new living far from the source that had oppressed them. But they never forgot what it was like to fight on the barricades, and it wasn't long before tiny, little rebellions of Anarchist-Communism exploded into existence, however small they were before their violent oppression. The history of the followers of Benjamin in Babylon followed a very similar line. With the departure of that one Anarchist-Capitalist from the city, it was automatically assumed and promoted everywhere in the presses that he was plotting for the mass annihilation of the Babylonian people. Nothing was said of Voltairine, nor was anything said of Agent 354 and Spargo, with the history rewriting of Roz and Pan having already been completed by the empires, no matter how much they were just empires of dust by this point. The final remaining amounts of Anarcho-Communists and Anarcho-Capitalists dispersed their energy and essence throughout the small few corners where they remained, somewhat untouched by the Apocalyptic events set in place by Hammurabi and Solon but not entirely. After the Final War had reached its ending points, the only Anarchism that existed in the world could be found within a few square feet between Emma and Benjamin.
The answers the travelers received made them believe that it might take an eternity before they could reach somewhere on the planet where Property was not the most essential basis for living and existence. "I know this area quite well, actually," the Philosopher said, "It took me a minute to realize it, then I doubted it when I had seen some new and overgrown underbrush, but then I saw that stone alignment, and I now know exactly where we are. Follow me through this viny and dense valley. We shall be as safe as possible from imposing authorities, and this is certain to be the fastest route possible." Emma and Benjamin decided to trust the Philosopher, just as they had trusted him to save them from their failed revolts, but very unlike the distrust they had placed in him at the establishment of their Anarchist society, the Anarchist acceptance of Roz and Pan, and the final decisions to break up and disperse all that remained of Anarchy. They gladly listened to the voice that they had once said only knew how to criticize other, they now took the hand of the man once known for the ability to argue against anyone successfully. For the time, Anarchy was listening to Philosophy, humble students to the wondrous, nearly-invisible being who was only known as an Admirer of Truth.