Escape From Our Protector

I'm still alive. At least I think we are still here. I might be dead. It's the year 2418. I cannot tell what country I'm in or anything. All you need to know is that it's 2418, but maybe I can tell you my life and my discoveries. Is that a problem? I myself and three people that are very dear to me have been detained. I haven't seen my mother in years. Or maybe months. In this detention center there is no teach of time. I think. There are no calendars, clocks, or windows. I'm just sitting in a chair all alone. I've found a way to occupy myself. Like counting down. Talking to friends. And remembering everything that happened and why it happened. But no matter how hard I try...I can't figure it out. I need to escape. I need to get out of here. But for now, let me tell you my story