Could you please tell me how's this for a prologue?
To whoever is reading this
It’s not too late to change your actions, it’s not too late to start accepting people for who they really are.
I’m writing this in a prison cell at the most well guarded prison in the only city left on the planet. I want you to keep reading no matter what happens, or who tries to stop you, this is important. I don’t know how long I have until they figure out the only way to get me to have the pill is through IV and tying me down, until I go back to being as absent minded and as careless as everyone here.
I’m writing this in prison because I refused one day to take that green pill, the pill that makes you step in line, do your job and not question authority. The pill that decides whether you’re a cleaner, or an assassin, a killer or the ones who clean up the mess.
I was an assassin, the killer of people who weren’t white, American, straight, or if they had disability. I stopped blindly obeying, and the world I feared we would become when I was 15 had finally been achieved. Please all I ask before they manage to drug me is that you change your behaviour, people no matter who they are, what colour skin they have, no matter where they come from, who they like or if they have disabilities or missing limbs, they should all be treated as one. So please, please it’s all I ask, change your behaviour and make the world a better place, or doom humanity once and for all.