Safe Is An Illusion

Safe is an Illusion

Preface

I was taught as a young girl that 'safe' was an illusion of the mind, that there is no true safe place, or state of being safe. We are always at risk of something, whether it's someone else, our selves, the weather, government, an attack, or anything. People on the run always say they have a safe house or safe place, but you have to ask how long can it stay safe? Because at one point or another it will be safe no longer.

I find that there are three kind of people in this world; the kind that live in the illusion that everything is good and perfect in a world meant for imperfection, then there are the people who see this threat but choose to ignore it, then the smallest group, the one I belong to, see the threat and are determined to do something about it. We are known as criminals for the fact we ruin the illusion that our 'great' world is perfect.

About eight years ago all the big powers of the world got together to discuss world peace. And doing so they created the most imperfect world imaginable. Ruled by power hungry monsters, and where the people follow blindly and completely. The idea of free thought, choosing, everything that can evolve into rebellion was eliminated. Everything is decided for you at birth, whom you marry, how many kids you have, your job, illnesses you would have, everything from the moment you take your first breath. If something doesn't go as they want they change it, they kill it, no matter how small. This is a dictatorship and they put themselves on the top. The leaders are from what used to be United States of America, United Kingdom, Brazil, China, Libya, and Russia. They call this new world Salvum, which is Latin for 'safe', the leaders are known as Potestas, which is Latin for 'power.' We, being the rebellion, call them Suits, and their police, Suit Slaves.

The rebellion is made up of a special group of people who see the threat and want to destroy it, there are few of us. We are not convinced by the Suits promises, we are made when a rare few dare to dream, and have one or more kids than they were supposed to. Since the Suits didn't plan on us and don't have our future wired we get to decided things for ourselves. I go by many names, I have the largest order to kill over my head, and I've murdered many of the Suit's Slaves, to the Suits I'm known as Killer of Safe, to the rebels I'm known as Protector of Choice, to the people of Salvum I am a myth, to me I'm just a girl doing what her father wanted. This is my story. This is where you decide what side you're on.