Wrath

Nature itself had been conquered long ago. After it tried to cleanse this earth of humanity. We had caused so much pain to our mother Earth, she needed to rid herself of our infestation. Hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes. We used our technology to conquer it all.

Now, she's dead. A lifeless corpse drifting in space. All of her wonderful creations either on exhibit or replaced by our lifeless "technology".

What humanity would bring into this world, far from anything we wanted or intended. We were trying to save, all we managed was to destroy more. Humanity eventually decided this was to be the way, they set about then to conquer itself.

In our books, this is hailed as a miraculous time, in reality it was horrifying. Disease and drought ravaged the land. The earth's death moans could be heard in her smallest inhabitant. Her death throes killed millions world wide.

So much has been now glossed over for our synthetic existence. What makes any of us now actually real- Let alone human?

Johnny and I pressed onwards, dreading what was happening, running and hoping for an absolution.

We just wanted to find humanity's absolution and forgiveness for all of humanities past sins.
He held my hand tight as we scrambled onwards, away from them. Off into the night, running from our demons, not sure at that moment if they were actually in pursuit or merely figments of our imaginations.

They were real, the government's force was closing in quickly. The faceless ones would never lose their prey.

The government's forces were indeed following, with each hushed shuffle of ours we could hear the tap tap tap of their heels, right behind us, they were right there. No longer the fear nagging at the back of our minds, this time they were real.

Their shadows stalked us in the night. They are the very demons we are forced embrace now, we ran from then. Now, with our choice gone we anguish. We were the defense, humanity's hope. Now, we rot in their prisons.

Our fates were sealed already, we just didn't know it yet. The Consumerists had planned this out fully, they just needed us detained. We were to be their main attraction.

We hurriedly scrambled on. Trying so desperately not to linger too much, trying to focus on our goal. We didn't want to be seen, we tried so desperately to press ourselves against the wall all in our efforts to blend into the surroundings. They shadows relentlessly still crept, keeping in tune with our movements.

The Government pawns wouldn't let us, there was no escape. We were to be captured, tried and convicted. Secretly we would be put to death, the Consumerists were to be the heroes again. They were going to save humanity's gadgets.

Leaving them with the freedom to buy more.

Why must they do this now? Why? After everything, they cannot just let Johnny or myself alone? Why? We got so far for it to end like this.

They were here to collect us. To enlighten as to the error of our ways, use us now for their agenda. To show the ones with their eyes open what going against the grain meant. What would happen if you woke up from their imposed slumber. To turn off the televisions and go outside, to stop buying their useless garbage.

To just live.

They called that slavery. Living was slavery, you would suffer without the gadgets. It was all a joke.

Moving unattached to wires the televisions and the rest of their crap? That was slavery?!
Their propaganda always showed people walking around unattached, showing them miserable, confused.

Their subliminal advertising underneath. Buy! Buy more! Spend! All underneath the surface.
The "people" lapped it all up. Ready and waiting at their wings with their money in hand to buy more.

Truthfully, deep down we both knew we would get caught, I've realized in the months and years since.

We must have, at least on some level. You cannot run, there is no safely no shelter that could have helped us.

Humanity had built it's own prison.

Why did we have to go? Why were we there? I've found myself cursing them, God, and myself so many times I've long since lost count.

I am now the showpiece. Johnny's gone. Residing now in Wakeview, a prison for people like us- the Dissenters. We're terrorists against the state, our stories ill and contrived. Idealistic propaganda for the state.

Every last moment of our lives has been rewritten, them as the heroes, us the villains. They've scripted reality right out of existence as they always had.