Even one hundred years into the future, no one was equal. There was still the rich, the poor. There were still racist human beings, and not everyone understood them. Sure, the world had been advanced technologically, but had we advanced as human beings? The answer was no. Flying cars? Nope. The government decided it was too dangerous. We couldn't control traffic in the air as well as they could control it on the ground. Really, the only difference was, everything was touch screen, hand held, or both now. We didn't understand why everyone gushed over it. Oh, but there was one thing we had gotten far with. Time travel, and it was America's pride. They had finally out done the Chinese in something.
They hadn't necessarily figured out how to use any of it until now. They were too afraid of messing with the time line to try. But they thought of something fast. They had created a television show that sent us into the past to assassinate the historical figures that needed to be killed. They figured out that if we only killed the people that were destined to die, and we did it correctly, nothing would be changed. We would be safe.
It wasn't just killing, though. We were plucked out of our home century. The twenty-first century. We didn't know how to kill, well, some more than others. We were just kids, though. Seventeen, and eighteen year olds. Four of us, that was all they needed, four kids, two boys and two girls. One on each team. We suppose they were aiming for romance, but who knows. The government had always been crazy. But, weren't we all just slaves of their entertainment?