Be Gay Do Crime

Status: Incomplete

                                                                     POV: Timothy

              We're pretty much your stereotypical underground government.  When I say underground,  I mean literally underground.  Our leaders went behind the corrupt American government and  started their own.  In my geography class, I learned that we're based in a state called New Mexico, and that there are cities above us.  I was born here, and haven't been let out. 

           The cylinder we call a home is very efficient. The walls are all made of concrete, the lighting is dim, we're completely self sufficient. If the rest of the world had a power-outage, we never would. Our electricity comes from geothermal energy, considering the electricity floor is all the way on the bottom of the cylinder, it works out perfectly. There's an entire floor dedicated to agriculture. We only plant things that are healthy though. I learned in history that people create things called "candies".  Apparently they're sweet, kind of like strawberries, but full of an unhealthy amount of sugar. I just want to know why they'd eat candy when strawberries are a perfectly good substitute?

           I realize I might be late to the daily broadcast, so I rush out of my bunk room.  I barely have time  to grab my jacket so I hold onto it with dear life. I quickly put my jacket on as I burst out the door. The daily broadcasts provide me with feeling included in the government, even though I've always been raised in the military department. Both of my parents are superiors, but even with that I never know anything.  People like me get raised being trained for combat, but all I've ever wanted to do was help run things. Everyone tells us that we're all like gears in a machine, and if even one of us gets knocked loose the machine doesn't work anymore.  That analogy always annoyed me. I don't like feeling like every day I go through just adds to some sort of repetitive machine.

           I reach the room where all the broadcasts are shown, and find the only other person my age that ever watches these with me.  "Hey Mickey." I say as I sit down.

"Ello, Tim. How's it goin'?" She replies, a little flush coming to her cheeks when she sees me.

"Preeetty good. Apparently this broadcast is gonna be an important one."

"Where'd you hear that?"

"My parents. Who else?"

"Ooh. Shush, it's starting."  She ends the short conversation.

        The broadcast starts with the song, as always. I have every word and every note memorized by heart since I've heard it so much.  Then it opens to the famous masked man, the big guy. We call him President A (A is short for anonymous). The only thing he's ever disclosed/confirmed to the populous is his gender. His lips move before his voice comes through, a small delay that's gotten better over the years but has yet to be perfect.

         "Good afternoon, citizens. Before I begin the main announcement I have something for the agriculture department. If you are tinkering around with creating hybrid peppers, we ask you to cease.  It is a waste of resources, and the culprit has not yet been caught.  Now, for our main announcement I'd like to say that the government officials have decided that we are lacking something. We are incomplete. This void is going to be filled by a group of four that is going to carry out the most classified military tasks. We are no longer going to send those from the military department, but instead have selected and trained Victoria, Alder, Ada, and Phoenix. They have been living in a specific part of the training facility, and I plan to keep them there. If they want, however, they may join the citizens in meals. You will be getting more information on them eventually, but that is all for today's broadcast. President Anonymous signing out."

I turn to Mickey. "Holy shit, what just happened?" I asked in a breathy voice.

"I.. have no words." She replies, so quietly I can barely hear her.