Journal entry 1, March 30th 2120
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Today was my 16th birthday. Well technically that was three days ago, but since today was a Saturday my mother and I celebrated today. She took me to a nice restaurant, and I had my first glass of champagne ever. Earlier today my mother let me have my first ciggarette, just as her mother did on her 16th birthday. I know it's a bad habit, but 16 is the legal minimum for drinking and smoking. And they help calm my nerves, given that this coming week I might be drafted. I should start from the beginning. I'm suppossed to write this journal as if I'm speaking to someone 100 years ago, before the war. So, if youre really reading this on March 30th 2020, enjoy the next six months. Because on September 11th of 2020, the 19th anniversary of the infamous 9/11 attacks, terrorists will detonate a suitcase nuke in New York City. 5,000 people will be killed instantly, including president Trump, another 10,000 will die from radiation over the next week. Mike Pence will become president and instigate a nuclear war with the most likel suspect nations, North Korea and Iran. The war will last less than one year, but will destroy half the human population on Earth. The war's ramifications are still felt today. Over time the radiation killed more people, and left even more people sterile. Some were able to have children, most weren't. Eventually the state took some drastic measures to ensure the survival of the human race. In 2058 president Miriam Weeks signed a bill into law. It says that fertile young men and women are required to go to reproductive camps. These camps are pretty much what they sound like. They go to the camp, have a baby, then go home. The minimum age is 16. So, on the first week of April, the draft notices are sent out. One way or another, I should know by Friday. My mother had me in one of these camps, it was her third tour of duty. I don't know who my father is. My older brother and sister were both adopted by foster families. From what she's told me, there were complications when I was born. It left her unable to have more children, so she fought for the right to raise me. She was herself born in a reproductive camp, and raised by a foster family. The number or inividuals and couples trying to become foster parents, who can't have children biologically, for outnumber those who can have children in these camps. If I am drafted my tour of duty will begin on July 1st and end on August 31st of 2121. I won't be forced to raise this baby, if I want to raise him or her I'd have to fight for it. I am likely to be eligable, but we can't be certain yet. The crises that neccessitated reproductive camps has only gotten worse, the human population has gotten smaller. Let me put it this way, before Septemer 11th 2020 the world population was just over 8 billion, today it's just under one hundred million. If I have a baby in the next year, by the time my baby can be drafted it's expected that the human population will be less than fifty million. My entire life I've been tested, had samples taken from me to be analyzed. By now the doctors know if I can have a baby. If I can, then I'll be drafted with many others within the week. I'm not particularly looking forward to going there, being forced to have a child. But, if I'm not drafted, it probably means I can't have children, ever. Few people like the neccessity of these camps, but most of us at least understand why they are neccessary. The human race might have gone exinct by now if we hadn't started these camps. In a few days, I'll know, one way or the other.