It's not like you have much of a choice in what to do with your life. The government do what they will, when they will, how they will and by I swear to you they don't care anything about it. Things change, government's change, feelings change, attitudes change-everything changes, and it's not always for the best. Dictators rise, fall, rise again then burn their country. Democracy's spread their way through violence. Republics? They don't even exist.
There's a whole system in England, you get signed up at birth for what you are- be it a freemason, servicemen or workman. You get put into a school focusing on what you're put into, and you don't get taught the basics- just for your specification. You wake up at six in the morning, make your way to your school/academy/institute, and start lessons at eight in the morning. Lessons last for what feels like an age, and you're expected to be home at five in the afternoon, where you'll be tested by your parents. Then you eat dinner, and have a 'classic' family evening.
The televisions play BBC news all day, every day. If you're ill you'll be told via the box in your living room how bad of a person you are, and then shows you videos of what our 'brave men and women' are doing oversees- fighting for oil. In the evening there's this one show, however. It's run by an Australian network, I don't think it's legal, but it's shown anyways. It shows the reality of what the system is like; most people just ignore it and call it 'blasphemy'- I guess you could say people worship the government, It wouldn't be a far stretch. So this show goes on for about a half hour, apparently that was once the average viewing time for a show, and then it switches back to 'normal broadcasting.'
Each day we're told that there was an issue with the broadcast, that they've fixed it, and I think they even believe themselves with that lie. Then, at seven o'clock, always on the dot, this show pops up, interrupting whatever is being shown, and shows us the truth- just no one believes it. I do, that's why I'm writing this.
I wasn't exactly born the correct way, a mutant really. I heard on the news about people like me being called mutants, in reality I'm a normal seventeen year old guy, I think that's my age anyway. I count the nights, the days, the years. I can lose track, but I pick myself back up again. So, I was born in a laboratory, on the twenty first of November, that's what it was called, now it's "Peacelover," on the year 2018. My name was lost with the fire that granted my freedom, but to be fair I don't really need one. I just run around, picking loose ends, hearing the news through ajar windows and doors, and scampering away from any police patrols. I always listen to the programme at seven, no matter what.
But what I find odd about this all is that the power never turns off during this programme.
Millicent stands by me, she's a sweet girl. Mutant like me, but that doesn't matter. We're on the hunt for food- rats would be a good start but we'll probably end up with dog or cat. The government banned all domestic animals, we don't know why nor do we care, it's in little comparison to what else the government Is doing.
There's another guy, his name is Focks. We think his name was meant to be Fox, but there was a misshap in one of the machines. He was meant to go into service as front line infantry, fighting back against the ongoing European invasion of our little island, yet we hold strong. I don't actually mean "our" and "we", I stand with the Europeans, they're the good people, as are the Australians. That's where we are going, the three of us. It's been a dream we all share-escape the country, and go to where the good programme is made.
I think that my understanding of the systems would be useful to any European, so that's our way out. Millicent can also speak good German, so she'll be able to talk to the guards. Focks...he can shoot a gun if things go wrong.
The programme wasn't shown tonight, there weren't any bombs either, and we heard a New Englander singing that the war was over.
What war? It was slaughter, nuclear bombs dropping left, right, and centre, just not on England. The skies turned red, smoke and what felt like a burning sensation on our skin, it didn't last long- nor did Focks. He died due to the radiation, we gave him a nice send-off though, we stole a couple of flowers from a greenhouse and placed them in his hand- he said he liked flowers, once.
At least I know what mutation I got, I'm immune to radiation, but so is Millicent. Maybe that gene is in all Mutants?
The skies cleared, as did the smoke. And we heard the singing.
It seemed like everyone came out of their apartments to see this sight. The skies were blue again, I read a few books about the sky at one point, they said it was a blue colour before pollution took its toll, and it's blue again now. I like it.
So I overheard a story of this place down south, it's called "The Wall." And, according to some people, there's an entire country of people living down there, it used to be called Brazil, or something like that. I think that's where Millicent wants to go, and I need to look after her.
Her blonde hair started to shimmer recently, though. It was like a fairy tale scene when it started- the pony tail would light up, brighter than anything in the surrounding area (the power was out so it wasn't that hard to achieve.) She looked freaked out, scared, concerned, anything really, anything but calm. And then the police came, asked why we were skipping curfew, asked us where our school was, and tonnes of other questions we didn't have answers for. They saw her hair, they knew we were mutants, and so they took us to a laboratory.
Thankfully, this lab was in the south- near The Wall.
I promised to Millicent that I'd get her out of her cage. And I will do that, but right now I'm just focusing my thoughts- collecting my memories to stray from going insane. A white room, a rack of tools and a single sheeted bed, it's enough to have you go insane, minus the torture they're inflicting upon us. The above is the most that I can recall, I've been beaten enough to get most of the memories out, and I am thankful but I don't know why.
But Millicent is here somewhere, going through the same thing. What if she forgets me? Forgets about Brazil? She read about the place before, she said it was a good place for festivals, where you can truly be free spirited. That's probably why there's the thing in the way, blocking us from going there. And it's too close to drop the big explosion and burn them.
I try and think of ways to escape the lab, I've got a few. But they all require someone to come in, and that's why I am waiting, still undergoing torture. I discovered something about myself; I can light things on fire. I think Millicent would be the same, as that's what everything adds up to.
And so, when the man enters to drug me further, I light him up. He's dead quickly, I don't care about him, or his life, he was evil and I put him down. I heard Millicent, she was crying- screaming- in some far room, and so I went to her.
The door was locked, of course, as always and like it will always be. So I open it, somewhat, I actually burn it to the ground, but it's open now. Millicent is still crying, but I comfort her, she's my friend and it's my job, where the people working here are freemasons, I am a comforter. I comfort Millicent, she comforts me, we're mutants, and we comfort each other in exchange for understanding.
She can't light things on fire, though, we tried on a security camera. Her hair just lit up more. I just got us out of there, heading south, where the stars were showing us to go.
I don't remember why we were going south, following the stars or anything. Millicent, I remember, is my friend- my wife. She has blue eyes, blonde hair and white teeth. She's a few months old, like I am. We don't remember anything at all. She knows her name; I know we were traveling together, the rest stopped there. She sings to make the time pass by, it's relaxing.
We're in a forest now, it's nice here, and it's safe here.
But I can't help but feel like there's a reason why I am here.
