Journal entry 3: April 1st 2120
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Today was the first day of draft week. I went to school today, and like most of the girls I was nervous about whether my letter came today, or if it existed at all. Usually on draft week the schools teach us about the war, what they call "the bad old days." It was a time when nations went to war, blew up entire cities, when lynch mobs burned houses to the ground because they didn't like the race of the family inside. People starved to death, millions per year. I think my teachers are trying to emphasize the neccessity of the reproductive camps. The old generations were selfish, degraded the environment for financial profit, and rushed to war for nationalistic fantasies about conquering inferior peoples. This world is a result of past sins. Like others I was thinking that I might be forced to have a baby because of the screw-ups of my ancestors. But I have to admit, it doesn't sound as bad as the old days. Nations no longer go to war. With the human race on the verge of extinction there is no reason to fight, and far fewer people to fight. There are still some terrorist groups, who violently opposse the reproductive camps, in particular the Daughters of Liberty. They plant bombs to destroy civilian targets, even pre-schools, and say they will not stop until the camps are shut down. Some claim that the Daughters of Liberty are the miIitary wing of the Libertarian party. They both opposse the camps and want to repeal the 36th amendment, which would most likely make abortion legal again. But I believe the DOL are the extremists, the libertarians are moderates and fight peacefully. I don't agree with the libertarian platform, but I don't think they are terrorists. Most people in America today are socialists. But, I see some senior girls who already served a tour of duty in these camps, some of them think that maybe the libertarians have the right idea. When school let out I knew that the mail had probably arrived. I wanted to know, but I was also scared to know. I stopped at a quick stop to buy a pack of ciggarettes, help calm me down before I saw my mother. When I got home I saw the look in her eyes. I knew the truth ever before she showed me the letter. I have been drafted.