It's been almost a year now, since the rebellion. Water was becoming scarce, and the president wasn't doing anything about it. So, we rose up, overthrew the president, and called for an emergency election. Everyone is waiting cautiously as the anniversary approaches. I, however, am starting to think we would have been better off with a president who did nothing at all.
As I push my way through the crowded streets of New York, heading towards my apartment, I catch a glimpse of the all too familiar scene of armed soldiers patrolling the watch towers. They seem to have cropped up everywhere over the last year. There must be one on every block now.
I climb the steps to the fourth floor of my apartment building, and walk down the hall to number seven. I force the bent key into the lock, and walk inside.
The new president, President Rein, has supposedly "added regulations within the preservation of liberty,", but we're not free. Not really. Our water is delivered in weekly rations, and more of our military is here, fighting a metaphorical war, than overseas, fighting a real one. We go on with our lives, we get up, go to work, and come home, the same as before, as if nothing's changed, but it has. I can see it on the faces of strangers I pass in the street. Every day is a struggle, and the new laws hang over us like a dark cloud about to rain. We're only half free, our daily routines are the same, but our lives have changed beyond what is apparent
On the surface, water and alcohol look the same, but underneath one is much more vile. That's how it is here, and I'm the only one who can fix it.
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