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The people didn't wake up. Only so few remain un-blind to the fact that the world is slowly going to hell. The world is slowly being defeated of freedom. Soon the one-eyed monster shall come forth to lead his slaves as a mask of a great hero, a prophet. That monster is gonna regret taking the fight to earth.
wake up...
The pistol was loaded. Loaded and ready. Sitting outside of the TV studio got me thinking, maybe what they were saying about the chips and cards were true; what if they are just for marketing and to lower crime; maybe they are just for keeping the citizens safe. No they can't be, why would other countries agree to this? Why would Russia agree with America, or even Korea? This is there final step isn't it? 2023, they said it was going to be one hell of a year. They were correct.
Damn that bleeper, nearly scared the ****e out of me. I looked at the watch on my wrist and it said one word, "ready" that was my cue to go. My cue to start this helluva year; so I did. Each door seemed harder to push open as the mission became more of a reality, the horrors that may come, started to become more real. The final set of double doors came up as I pushed through them and the people were to busy working to turn and look at me, I lifted up the pistol slowly aiming at one of their heads and tried to utter the words to scare them, but couldn't. The beaming light through the windows lit up my closed eyes and I thought "get yourself together", I opened my eyes gradually and shouted quickly and loud "Everybody Stop!". They did; their heads turned one after another and a woman shrieked loud suddenly, and before I knew it the barrel of the pistol was hot, the smoke from it ascended. It signaled the death of the man that my gun was pointing too; his body lay on the desk of buttons he controlled. The room was cleared and I was in awe.
I was finally joined by friends in the studio; they also carried guns, they were a little bit more tactical. One of them smiled and nodded at me, saying it was "Okay" and "that this is how it must be". I turned on the chair that I had sat to try and get rid of this horrible feeling I had after killing the man; it felt impossible to cleanse. I took out the package that was given to me by our leader, a memory stick that I inserted into the console and let the hackers take over. After a couple of minutes it was released, the 'truth' it was released all over the internet and on the TV's and advertisement boards for everyone, hoping to 'Wake them up' to see the truth of the future world; the truth of the 'chips and cards'; the coming of darkness; the destruction of freedom. I now had to get out of the studio, but as I ascended from my seat the windows became dotted and cracked with zipping noises passing through each of us in the studio room, sending us back down.
The roof was white or maybe that was what my vision was becoming like, that's what people usually say prior death is like. No, it was the roof; I was trying to keep my eyes open, but every now and then they kept closing; breathing became harder; the pain in my chest was unbearable; closing my eyes felt like the answer. A grinning man coloured the white roof as he appeared in my line of sight. He grinned showing his teeth, his eye swollen like a grape an a symbol in between his eyes that I couldn't make out, I couldn't make out much anyway. But before I had my final rest he said to me, "Thank you".
I thought that was it, my efforts were in vain. I will never know and if it was I am sorry to my leader, the leader of this 'rebellion', the leader who is also my son. Vision was black, death had overcome me, I was taken.
