Neo

It was little things at first. Small rebellions in small countries with long names. The police started ticketing everything, as though they were drawn to parking violations or speeding cars. These kinds of things didn't really catch my attention. It wasn't until now -and copious research- that I actually realized any of this occurred. Small little changes in the world that were barely noticeable. They were the start of all of this, and nobody knew they were happening. 

Then, things heated up a little bit. World leaders were being assassinated, every other baby was born with a defect, and what was that other thing? Oh yeah. The sky turned red. At this point the world was experiencing a large panic attack. And what was worse, most nations didn't have anybody in a position of power to lower their blood pressure. So the basis of what I'm trying to tell you is that Earth went to shit. Pretty quickly I might add. Whoever was doing this was meeting their deadline, I can tell you that.

I woke up this morning at 6:00 am which is when I always wake up. It's when everybody wakes up. Always. I had breakfast promptly at 6:10 am. And by 6:30, I was swinging a pickaxe against a concrete wall.  Which was also standard. I don't really know why we were doing this, probably because the force that was causing all of this thought there was something valuable in concrete. Sometimes I wished I was one of Them, because I wouldn't feel so sore everyday after work. Which brings me to my next point. They, are the other people. Well, They used to be people. Right now, They're just people- looking with nothing on the inside. No emotion, no thoughts, no desires. And right now you're thinking, "Why not you, Neo? Why did you get to keep your humanity?". 

Who the hell knows. 

There used to be others like me, but they exposed themselves and they were either vaporized or were sent to another part of the planet, people looking with nothing on the inside. One of those people was my wife, Bianca. Through all of this shit that's happened, I can still remember the day we got married. June 26th, 2015. Actually, a lot of people got married that day. Same-sex marriage was legal in Colorado (where we lived) before this date, and we were planning a big wedding but we eloped because we were so excited that it was legal in every state. 

Anyway, I should really get on with this because I don't have a lot of time to write this. If I got caught I would be vaporized or end up people looking with nothing on the inside. So after all of the weird stuff that kept happening, the Transition started. It didn't require any machines or torturous methods. It just happened. Some, like me, were immune, but 99% of Earth's population wasn't so lucky. They became, you guessed it, people looking with nothing on the inside. The Transition was slow for most. They lost interest in things they typically enjoyed, it was extremely difficult to hold a conversation with them, and you know the rest. 

The immune were picked off rapidly. Me and my wife were both immune, and we learned to blend in once we realized what was happening. So that meant working in the Concrete Industry I liked to call it, and that also meant no joking around, no snacking, no smiling, no crying, no eye contact, no any human instinct. Frankly I'm surprised I've lasted this long. Not that They could report me, I doubt they see anything but their pickaxe and concrete. 

Shortly after most people Transitioned, I returned home after a long day of concrete harvesting, and Bianca was gone. I knew what had happened. Because at this point, the outside force had actually taken on a physical presence that I couldn't see, but I could hear. And it was hunting the immune. I don't feel like writing any more about this subject because frankly it does not help in portraying the message I wish to get across. 

So now that I've explained everything, here is the message. If somebody reads this someday, maybe another immune, know that there is something watching us, studying us. Remember when everybody talked about how there can't be just us in this universe, there has to be other living things? Well we were stupid not to think that because there is definitely someone or something doing this to our planet. They have invaded and started to hunt more and more immune. They may be studying us to know how to spot others. I don't know why they are here and why they are doing this, but at all costs find out why. Find other immune, as well as you can. But if that means compromising your own life, don't. 

I cannot fulfill this task. I hear them, and they are coming fast. I know they have discovered me, so before they can turn me into something people looking with nothing on this inside, I am going to end my own life. I had planned a much different ending for this, but there is too much to say and not enough time to say it. I doubt anyone will ever read this and it will be destroyed by the hunters, but if by some miracle someone finds it, please, do what I couldn't. Do what needs to be done. You know what that is. 

                          ~Neo

My name is Doctor Bianca Young and I attended to Neo during her stay at the Colorado Institute of Mental Health. We found this note shortly after discovering her body in her room. She had committed suicide. As you can see, she was severely ill. She suffered from Schizophrenia, and this note is heart breaking for me to read. It is a look inside of Neo's mind that she never would have revealed to me or anyone else. During her stay here, Neo and I became quite close. But obviously, she thought our relationship was something else completely. Neo was a very solitary person, even for a Schizophrenic, and now I see why. The "outside force" she discussed in her suicide note we estimate to be her medication, and when she stated " I hear them, they are coming fast", that was some of our attendants here at the hospital running trying to save her after we were informed from her neighbor that she heard some strange noises coming from Neo's room, and that she heard her destroying her room. The "Transition" Neo discussed was her coming from the outside world into our hospital. This was one of the first times she had ever been around other mentally ill people. And "They", were other patients. I just wish we had gotten to her in time. Neo was loved by many, and she will be deeply missed.