Styles change throughout the years. Some years, the clothes were small, tight, and revealing; sometimes, they were large, loose, and covering; other times, they were both. Socially, the styles rarely fell back into those of the past the way fashion did - at least not with anyone realizing it. People kept pushing, pressing for change, forcing the system to move with them. They wanted change, and they got it. Politics followed a similar route to fashion and society. To the people, the facade smiled wide with pearly white teeth, made them think that they had changed something, progressed. The cavities remained unnoticed until they worked their ways to the roots. To history, the politics simply followed the patterns of fashion - unchanging except when blending or repeating former styles with a new twist. On the rare occasion, something new was added to the mix, like a hat or scarf. Otherwise, the pattern continued, unrelenting, unnoticed, uncared for.

For years, the people held the power, but they did not cherish it. They busied themselves in selfishness. And ideals of perfect equality while oppressing and embracing differences - a remarkable talent perfected by a group of attorneys who studied to fight and sue for compensation at every petty mishap encountered by man. They believed in the rather odd policy of "politically correct." What wasn't, suffered.

One must wonder what is meant by the term "politically correct." Nothing can be said that may offend anyone or anything. If that is so, then what can be said at all? Is it not true that any phrase, any statement, any argument can somehow be twisted into something offensive? If one person out of a hundred or more chooses to take something as a personal insult - be it true or not - then that statement is politically "incorrect." When the policy is unmasked and presented in such terms, what could possibly be said other than the obvious, "It can't be done?" It can be, but then what happens to free speech?

Eventually, they succeeded in silencing themselves, in proving that the people can cut themselves down just as easily - and as ruthlessly - as any dictator could. And what made it worse was that they did not even realize it until it was too late. Their world succumbed to the very forces they had so feared, so despised that they brought themselves to such extreme measures as "politically correct." Finally, the process had come full circle - oppression, freedom, and oppression again.

Is it a disease, that self-oppression? Do the professionals have a word for that yet? Or were they silenced, too, with the rest of them? With the fear that seeped deep within the soil of society, the resentment that sprung from such silence, the suspicion that haunted every passer-by's darting eyes as they walked to wherever they were going. Neighbors locked their doors on the lack of hospitality that filled communities, and store clerks rarely ever said "good morning" for fear of being the victims of someone's bad morning.

With the world of politics, the world of fashion also came full circle. Society, however, didn't. They still demanded more, all the while contradicting themselves by continuing to cut down whatever fool disagreed with their ideas. The result: fashion fell away completely and became an "art form." With fashion, anything went, and if something was said about it, one could easily cause trouble. Politically correct applied not only to politicians, but to the world, the people that had demanded it. And no one - except those responsible for striking down any "offensive" comment - dared to not accept the trends, or lack thereof.

This was the world in which people now lived. Even the greatest democracies gave way. The United States had broken apart - three different areas now fought ruthlessly over the middle section, which remained staunchly undecided and uncooperative. Only Britain managed to hold on to a small thread of what remained of its government. However, the majority of this story takes place within the former United States.