29 Minutes

Preface

Outer Division, New Earth, 0015 A.N(After Neocallers)

2056 O.E (Old Earth date)

Time; 3:30 pm

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I knew that cheap spare shop was a bad call..

...... Oh! It's working again.....

Alright. Where was I? Ah... I can't remember. Good news is the recorder won't go out again without me knowing. Out in a light diode to tell me when its about to start acting up. It's said that the lights that used to shine all over our world at night could be seen from hundreds of miles in the air. I wouldn't know that. I have only been alive for seventeen years and the highest I have ever been in the sky is when I stand outside my balcony in our one story home. My life is one messed up, crappy cycle of trying to take care of three children and a sick grandmother while still evading the Controllers before I land in prison. Oh... I'm sorry... you don't even know who the hell Controllers are... and I kinda promised to explain things didn't I?

OK. I need to take you back a little bit so you can understand the world as it is now. In the Facility (that is our name for schools), our Facilitators (teachers to you) call it The Dynamic Revelation. We are all supposed to been very thankful that it happened but I see nothing around my block to smile about. It was I think 2017 or 2018 when the Dynamic Revelation happened (no one keeps track of years anymore but me... remember me telling this?) No one in the Outer Division really has any idea what really happened that day, so the words of Facilitators from the Upper Division was taken as the truth.

We are told that the bombs were meant to kill the Neocallers (we call them Neos for short. They basically look like the robots from some of the old posters I see in magazines my Papa had). Their ships had been hovering above our world for almost six months before a panel of leaders during that time, some people known as Presidents, (yeah, I know... I have a hard time not laughing at that name too) decided to fire at them first. But it didn't work. The Neos had some sort of technology that sent the bombs back to us. Some parts of our world right now are inhabitable as we speak. The Facilitators called them 'Nuclear Wastelands' or something like that.

That was when the Neos retaliated. It seemed like they had been waiting for man to use his most powerful weapon. The causalities alone were too despicable to say. Grandma gets sad when she hears my small sister talk about it at home. Grandpa had been one of the soldiers fighting the Neos then.

So, needless to say that our armies failed and the entire world was lost. We were put under martial law and forced to live like animals. We had only two continents left to live in. Half of what we hear was called the United States of America and part of this place called Canada (Upper and Middle Divisions to us), and these lands known as Europe (Lower and Outer Divisions, or if you aren't feeling too fancy about names, Shitsville).

They say we were under the Neos rule for almost sixteen years, before the Uprising finally caught enough followers for humans to fight the machines. Grandma's son was the leader and he taught people how to fight the machines. He was really good with the alien and tech stuff. I think I got that from him. The war lasted another five years and I think that that was when people stopped bothering with the dates. I was born when Papa was still in our home town... I am technically supposed to be called a Canadian by birth because I was born in the Middle Division. But Mama was born in this place called Romania so she, together with my Grandma, took me off to the Outer Division when the war was at its worst.

My Grandma tells me I am a spitting image of my father. Strong build, hazel eyes and a talent to never take anything as the truth until I had done some research on it myself. Mama had taken most of Papa's things from the Middle Division and they were my new life. He wrote of so many things that he was curious to know. Things he was curious to make. Things he had discovered with his work on the Neos. They were a welcome substitute when the war ended and not ever soldier got to go home.