Children of the Eon

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Children of the Eon. That thought alone scares so many people. That's because the leaders of the Eon tell the community "These children they use up our resources are limited resources the will be the death of us all. The subconscious, these people defy us all, they can not be contained. These emotions feelings are extremely dangerous." when the reality of it all is there are i'd say ten at most Children of the Eon and an somewhat large group of subconscious. What people don't know and won't allow themselves to see is with us here or not were still limited on resources and emotions aren't a burden there a gift. Not all are pleasant but all of them are what make us human. I've realized that they say we could cause death to all, then why are we in hiding scared for our lives. If we're making such a change why can't you find us? What it seems to me is the real enemy are the Leaders of the Eon and their peacekeepers. They tell us their making us a safe community well it feels more like a prison being tagged and chipped like some sort of pet drugging us to take or emotions away, what makes us human. Drugging us to make us soulless and killing us, killing the innocent if they show humanity. I might as well have died with the rest of the world. With that thought i couldn't take it anymore, slowly leaving the basement, something i haven't done in ages i make my way up the stairs and down the hall to my father's room. Kneeling down and reaching under his bed i move my arm around until i could feel my hand brush over the cardboard i'd been looking for. Tightening my grip around the box and slowly pulling it out from under the bed i quickly pull out a few random temporary tags and go to the bathroom. In the olden days people would sell fake ID's for money, well that's in a sense what my father does. My father's resources for the month is not enough for two, so he sells fake tags to other subconscious for some of their resources, it's not a safe business but neither is being a subconscious. Impulsive that's what i was feeling in the moment i wet a towel and ringed it out until it was just damp then strategically applied the tattoo and headed out the door for the night. Not thinking of the outcome it might have for me or my father. The only thing i could think was after 20 years of looking out the small rusted rectangular window in agony I'm finally on the other side.