Following promises of change, in a grand affirmative action, the Provider usurped control and created Our State. Across the frigid, snow covered lands; brilliant domed cities called Progressives were erected. For the inhabitants within, life is complete bliss. They are kept ignorant, bestowed rights by the Provider, all they could ever want, a simple exchange for their allegiance. They are the Served, they are the Progs. The Servers, however, are afforded no such luxuries. Their ability, their genetic make-up that predisposes them to productive endeavors and creative expression is their bane,...