Becoming justice

Destruction and rebellion

I can't tell when exactly my uncle knocked on my door. We didn't have any calendar to refer to. Only the Sun and the Moon.

I remember reading The Book on a sofa, in a house. Why so many imprecise pronouns? Simply because nothing belonged to us, in theory. Everything belonged to Our Father. We, the population, would only borrow his earnings, which he was amiable enough to lend us. Or at least, that is what They said. The truth is probably that He barely even knew he possessed so many properties and objects.

Back to that day, I had woken up about two hours earlier. When I heard the knock-knock, the Sun hadn't completely enlightened Our Nation. As soon as I opened the door, it was clear to me that Uncle Jeff didn't come only to say 'hi'.

When entering in the house, he whispered words so inaudible that I nearly had to stick my ear to his mouth. All I could distinguish from his strange gathering of words was "destroy" and "cameras". He wanted me to destroy... the cameras? I knew what he was talking about. I knew why he wanted me to do this. His intention was to avoid Them to oversee us. But... that would mean risking my life. I looked at him, at his eyes, asking throughout my look if it was worth it. The way he looked back at me definitely meant 'yes'. So I did it. I destroyed the cameras.

They couldn't watch me anymore. They couldn't hear me either.

"You know we don't have much time left before They come," he started. "So I'll be quick"

Then, for about five minutes, he said everything he wasn't even allowed to think about. He told me I was young, which meant They didn't shove everything they wanted me to know yet, and therefore, I wasn't completely hypnotized by their propaganda yet. I could still rebel. He explained how he planned to lead Him to his downfall, in order to give Our Nation the existence they deserved. Back then, I didn't really understand what he meant, as I had never questioned the functioning of our so-called government. However, something deep, deep inside me pushed me to accept his proposition to join him in his rebellion. Later on, I understood that that 'something' was an eager to change things. To have an impact.