chapter 1

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     As we played football, time passed. I never realized just how much time had passed...
     Over the years we; our society grew, advanced. We expelled all sports, advanced our technology. We worked the human brain so as to forget our history. Learn our school in a year within a year. All fourteen grades, packed into our brains, in a year. Anyone who showed signs of of stupidity were dismissed. Sent away, we never knew where just dismissed.
Then there the government. The ones making all this happen. Only the very rich and high in power know who they are. We, lower class, don't get to know who they are. We are made simply to do our "job", love our life and die simply. Thats our job, as a faithful servent of the government.
     "My name is Wolf. I'm one of the lower class people, and this is my story. Yet i must not tarry for i fear the NRE (national rebel eliminator ) are on my doorstep. So i will finsih this later"
     The camera is shut off as a pounding on wood is heard. Yells and shouts are muffled through the walls of the house. Guns being cocked are heard as shots fire. Suddenly the camera is turned on by a bloodied girl. She looks into the camera, as blood rolls down one eye; to the crease of her jaw. "I haven't died in vein. Promise me to win. Keel the rebelion going, we cannot stop till we're free. Remember the path, and the code. Remember." As she whispers her last words her eyes glaze over. Ginfire now pounding is hearf once again in the background. With one final breath she closes her eyes and her head falls onto the keyboard. Turning off the video and crashinv the computer, with her blood as it pooles. Finally it is silent. Not a sound is heard.

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