Staring at the only bag she planned on bringing with her, the woman looked around her apartment for the final time. She knew in her heart this is what she had to do. Someone had to lead the charge. The letter, it would deliver in the morning. She read through it one last time.
Co-workers, friends, and staff,
I feel you need to have justifications for my departure.
The history I teach—it shows how the educated were responsible for the creation of this world state five centuries ago. The turmoil, the wars, the conflict that led up to it, I can see that's starting to repeat itself. We might think it's not, but it's there. It's going to be the educated one that lead the next revolution.
I'm one of the few with the access to the pre-war materials. I dream of the times of no force-fed sleep taught propaganda. I want to be able to live where I can read any material in front of me. It was this type of society that allowed our FORD to prosper. Why can't we adapt some of those notions?
I have begun to question the society in wish we live. We have produced a culture of people who cannot think or fend for themselves. It makes me sick to realize how robotic we have become. My gut tells me that I'm not the only one amongst us with this premonition.
A meeting with my fellow deputy controllers cemented that I need to do this. The Bokanovsky's process is now perfected. It is the only form of human decanting that is now acceptable. We're going to have a society of clones. People who look like, talk alike, and walk alike. The word individual will only exist in my archaic history texts.
I don't want to be dead before 40. I'm only 29, but feel I have lived way too long of a life. Dying is nothing anymore, I hate that we condition most people to revere the process. I myself fear it.
Our society is horrible. I dream of the ethics that dominated the pre-War days. I want individuality, happiness, and the ability to make my own decisions. By the time this is delivered, I should have reached Crete and my self-imposed exile. My heart goes out to all of you.-Peron.
Peron Jones, was ready to start assembling the rebels into a revolution. This was a world that she did not want to exist anymore.