No one knows why he did it, who suggested it, or how he planned to do it. Like most things, I guess, we didn't know a clue and couldn't change it. What we did know, however, was that the President was crazy. We also knew that if the vote actually started, the government would win. They were just too powerful. Currently, anyone directly working for the government had 5 different votes. And if that weren't enough to win, (which it was, everyone there supported the President), about half of the citizens left in the world agreed. It was too much. Too many things to do. To many repairs that couldn't be fixed. Humanity lived too long in their eyes. It was redemption to nature. Or so they believed.
I personally wasn't in favor. My vote was no. But I knew then to openly protest about it in the gravel roads and grassy lawns where it would for sure get back to the government.
No, I held secret meetings. I passed out weapons. Daggers, swords, guns, shields, medication pills, sleeping pills so that if they got to us, we wouldn't wake up. A more peaceful way to go. I also told people to resist. When the soldiers came for us, we would be able to fight. Maybe we would live. It was a tiny idea, a tiny ray of hope that would peek out through the clouds and tells us that the human race would live on.
We all knew that it wouldn't work, though. There wasn't a way on Earth that they could miss a team of soldiers, one whole house, or one whole person, never mind two. They might let one person slip, to let them live in horror of being alone, the only human left on Earth, unable to reproduce.
But they would never let two live. If two were to live, the human race would go on. Probably not very long, but they would live. Maybe even long enough to have children.
But nope. We would die.
Death. Glorious death. Funny, how you never think about the obvious until you have to. What is it like? Is there really Heaven and Hell, or is it reincarnation, or maybe even an Asphodel, like in Greek myths. We really do not know, though every single one of us will experience it. It will come, unfailing, to everyone. Sometimes unknowingly, sometimes purposely. But it will always come. No one has managed to escape the clutches of Death. And I highly doubt anyone ever will.
But if I think about it, I always wonder if I really truly want to become immortal. Because everything I love. Everything, from people, to things, would die. I would see the end of civilization, and the beginning of a different reign. But I will live on.
Sometimes, I even wonder why I should resist the government. If death is to come, why prolong it? This way, at least it will be peaceful. I won't die in pain, in agony, or slowly. But I will die in vain. Everything I wanted to accomplish, I can't. This is the only thing that drives me on. The fact that if I die now, I will never see the sunset over the ocean. I will never ride a horse. I will never watch my children with a passion so strong, I can never end it. So I keep fighting.
I fight for my life, for others. For everything, even if I know the ending. I would rather greet Death as a best friend than a chained prisoner.
"Please." I say as I sit and watch the television and sobbed, praying to any God, anything that could help me.. "Please, stop this slaughter."
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Our Extinction
AçãoI've always been what you call the more "prepared" person. But what the President decides to do, no one could have prepared for. I've lived this long, I've struggled, I've survived. Until now. Only, this isn't just me dying. It's all of us. It'...
