Home Sweet Home

Kaine Bartlett was outraged at the fact that they had taken something else from him. Kaine had been a loyal citizen of Trinir for fifty years. He had been around long enough to witness the downfall of the true America.

He had seen the uprising of the technical world, the reason the disaster happened. That is why he's afraid of it all. Technology scares Kaine more than anything in this world.

There is no use for it all in his eyes. So, it had to be done. The system needed to be broken.

There was no way he was going to sit by and just watch as everyone's way of life was taken away. The key destroyed everything. He missed the good ole days when your house wasn't just a house it was a home.

Your home was where you felt safe, where you went to escape from the outside world. Now it was a faceless structure just like the one next to it and the one after that and the one after that so on and so forth. They think they can just issue us this... this thing and we're just supposed to accept it.

No, I refuse to let them take the last ounce of my freedom. They decide everything we do, from the food we eat, to where we work and now where we live. I will not let them take my home.

At least, that's what was on my mind when I left home this morning. When I had a home and not just a manufactured clone. I arrived home at precisely 5:00 p.m. like I do every day, to find that they had seized my home.

I have lived at 5103 Shea Avenue my entire life. It is my home. Now I stand in front of a house on a street I do not recognize. I looked around me and saw nothing familiar.

I walked to the front door and I noticed a green light by the doorknob. The other houses have red ones next to theirs. I suppose the ones with red lights signify that the houses are occupied.

I looked through the window to make sure and what I saw amazed me. It was empty. There was nothing inside to suggest anyone lived there.

I turned back to the door and inserted my key and watched as the light turned red. When I actually opened the door and took a look around I saw that it was my home. Every detail of what my home looked like when I left this morning.

My coffee cup was exactly where I left it that morning, the peeling wallpaper in my dining room, everything was exactly the same. Except it wasn't my home. It looked like it but it wasn't.

There was something off. I couldn't put my finger on it but there was defiantly something wrong. I knew it from the moment I stepped foot through the door. This was not my safe haven.

I didn't need to look any further I already knew what needed to be done. I, Kaine Michel Bartlett needed to go home. As I walked out of the dwelling I started to think of a plan.

What was I going to do once I arrived home? I couldn't think straight. My mind was only focused on one thing and that was getting home.

Once I arrived it was like a weight had been lifted. I instantly felt better once I saw my address on the curb and the beautiful community garden across the street. When I stepped to the door the calm feeling immediately went away.

By the doorknob like all the others was a red light. I could not believe it. There was someone living in my house. Who are these people disgracing my home?

They had to leave but how would I make them. What could I possibly do to make them understand this was my home? How would I tell them that they had taken away the one place that has always been there my whole life?

The one place that I felt the safest. The place where I spent my childhood. The one place that has stayed the same even when the rest of the world changed.

No, I could never reason with them. They would just laugh in my face and close the door or worse call the enforcers. And I really didn't want them involved.

What could I do to rectify this situation? I have to figure out a way to get my home back. They had to go.

Standing outside the window watching them move around my home was one of the worst things I have ever experienced. How could they not know this wasn't their home? How could they not feel it?

I understood at that moment that there truly was no reasoning with them. I will not be able to just ask them nicely to leave. No, there was only one possibility.

There was only one way to get my home back. I slowly moved away from the window and walked up the stairs, once I was at the top I calmly walked to the door and removed the key. I inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. I was finally home.