a/n It has come to my attention….well actually I have to read Anthem over
the summer as an assignment and it seems that it is extremely like my story
The System. I don't know why but it just is…and it is weird…but I haven't
read Anthem until now so it is just shear coincidence that it happens to be
a lot like my story. So humm…oh well. I'm going on anyway since it isn't
really that much like it other than everyone is controlled and things but
mine doesn't go to the extreme that Anthem goes to…it's really confusing to
read because the main character calls himself 'we' instead of 'I'. So for
awhile I thought there was more than one character…but I finally realized
the sad truth…lol. Okay enough jabbering from me on with the story…what was
it about again?
Oh yeah!
Who I am
~ My name is Casey Alex Jacob. That's all I can tell you. If I told you anymore the system could possibly find me. I'm taking an extreme risk as it is using my real name. These days if you are against the system false names are a must. I can't tell you if I'm male or female either, that's too much information. So you can assume what you want to. ~
~ That night, when my mother died, I was ten years old. I didn't know what to do except find that box and see what was inside. ~
~ I found it under my mother's bed and opened it. Inside on the top there were pictures of my dad, and the money his parents had sent, but underneath there was a secret compartment. The compartment held inside a folded piece of paper and a small plastic bag with pills. ~
~ The piece of paper had written on it a letter from my mom. It said:
Casey,
If you are reading this that means your father and I have passed away. We love you very much and wish the best for you. Don't be like me and go to college. Be smart and don't go looking for trouble. Even if you don't join the Colored People you should take these pills anyway, so you won't have to have the 'pleasure' of being controlled. You are a smart kid, so I'm not going to worry much, but I'm your mom, so I get to worry a little. Take care of your self Case. I love you and your dad loves you.
Ta ta
Mom ~
~ The letter had so much of my mom's personality on it that after I read it, then reread it, I broke down crying again. ~
~ At the bottom of the page it had instructions for taking the pills:
Take two pills two hours after eating and DO NOT eat anything else for the next four hours. DO NOT take it with milk or any other substance other than water. In twenty years take another dose. ~
~ That night when I was ten years old I took those pills and started the rest of my life. ~
~ For the next five years I went from one foster home to the next. My grandparents didn't take any responsibility for me except send occasional envelopes addressed to me with bills in them. They knew if they addressed the envelopes to my foster parents, with instructions to give the money to me, the foster parents would just keep the money for themselves. Even though I was my mother's child, I was my father's child, too. My grandparents had the smallest amount of love for me in which they expressed through cash. That was the way I liked it. If they didn't want anything to do with me, then I didn't want anything to do with them. I saved that money for when I was on my own working through college or life. Which ever comes first. ~
~ I am now 16. I have been working with the Colored People since I became an adult in the "system's" eyes. Nothing much has changed since my parents were alive. ~
~ I'm not very active right now in the resistance against the "system". College takes too much time and money away but I'm considered a useful spy. But this is even more dangerous then open protest. ~
~ Spies, if caught, are sentenced without a trial to death. Slow deaths to those spies who have been around longer, fast deaths to the rookies. They figure it is a courtesy. ~
~ But they don't just catch the perpetrators and kill them. They first try to get information out of them. Then they try to control them. Nothing seems to work. Spies have more protection than the regulars do. This infuriates the System's head hunchos. ~
~ Since I've become a spy, I've taken more pills and immunities than I can almost stand. If I ever was caught, they couldn't get a word out of me. I think even if I tried to tell them something, their drugs and my immunities, would be battling against each other at such a large degree that I would have the mentality of a drunk. ~
~ I'm studying psychology like my mom, except as a major. I want to get a license and open up an office in the skyway. ~
~ The skyway is like what the very old history books would call an Underground Railroad, or the black market. ~
~ There are different skyways all over the world, but they all have one propose. Everything in the skyway is cheaper and against the system. I would help people cope with losing someone to the system for a small fee or for nothing at all. In the skyway everyone helps each other. ~
~ Only a small percentage of people in the world have any immunity at all. If you know about the skyway, you have some immunity. But considering all the people in the world, there is only a small percentage in the 'resistance'. The group is growing and shrinking. On a protest day it shrinks, when someone is trusted enough to be told about everything and join, it grows. ~
~ The goal of the Colored People is to dispel the "system" from the planet and create a new one. Not a new "system" but something more like the government of the old times. The ancient people of that time, had it all figured out. If only the Great Uprising never happened. ~
a/n and that's the end of this chapter! Kind of short….but I'm sorry…anymore and it would be too much stuff about things other than Casey. So is "Casey" a boy or a girl…humm…you can guess…I might tell at the end of their story. Maybe by that time I'll decide! LoL. Read and review!
Oh yeah!
Who I am
~ My name is Casey Alex Jacob. That's all I can tell you. If I told you anymore the system could possibly find me. I'm taking an extreme risk as it is using my real name. These days if you are against the system false names are a must. I can't tell you if I'm male or female either, that's too much information. So you can assume what you want to. ~
~ That night, when my mother died, I was ten years old. I didn't know what to do except find that box and see what was inside. ~
~ I found it under my mother's bed and opened it. Inside on the top there were pictures of my dad, and the money his parents had sent, but underneath there was a secret compartment. The compartment held inside a folded piece of paper and a small plastic bag with pills. ~
~ The piece of paper had written on it a letter from my mom. It said:
Casey,
If you are reading this that means your father and I have passed away. We love you very much and wish the best for you. Don't be like me and go to college. Be smart and don't go looking for trouble. Even if you don't join the Colored People you should take these pills anyway, so you won't have to have the 'pleasure' of being controlled. You are a smart kid, so I'm not going to worry much, but I'm your mom, so I get to worry a little. Take care of your self Case. I love you and your dad loves you.
Ta ta
Mom ~
~ The letter had so much of my mom's personality on it that after I read it, then reread it, I broke down crying again. ~
~ At the bottom of the page it had instructions for taking the pills:
Take two pills two hours after eating and DO NOT eat anything else for the next four hours. DO NOT take it with milk or any other substance other than water. In twenty years take another dose. ~
~ That night when I was ten years old I took those pills and started the rest of my life. ~
~ For the next five years I went from one foster home to the next. My grandparents didn't take any responsibility for me except send occasional envelopes addressed to me with bills in them. They knew if they addressed the envelopes to my foster parents, with instructions to give the money to me, the foster parents would just keep the money for themselves. Even though I was my mother's child, I was my father's child, too. My grandparents had the smallest amount of love for me in which they expressed through cash. That was the way I liked it. If they didn't want anything to do with me, then I didn't want anything to do with them. I saved that money for when I was on my own working through college or life. Which ever comes first. ~
~ I am now 16. I have been working with the Colored People since I became an adult in the "system's" eyes. Nothing much has changed since my parents were alive. ~
~ I'm not very active right now in the resistance against the "system". College takes too much time and money away but I'm considered a useful spy. But this is even more dangerous then open protest. ~
~ Spies, if caught, are sentenced without a trial to death. Slow deaths to those spies who have been around longer, fast deaths to the rookies. They figure it is a courtesy. ~
~ But they don't just catch the perpetrators and kill them. They first try to get information out of them. Then they try to control them. Nothing seems to work. Spies have more protection than the regulars do. This infuriates the System's head hunchos. ~
~ Since I've become a spy, I've taken more pills and immunities than I can almost stand. If I ever was caught, they couldn't get a word out of me. I think even if I tried to tell them something, their drugs and my immunities, would be battling against each other at such a large degree that I would have the mentality of a drunk. ~
~ I'm studying psychology like my mom, except as a major. I want to get a license and open up an office in the skyway. ~
~ The skyway is like what the very old history books would call an Underground Railroad, or the black market. ~
~ There are different skyways all over the world, but they all have one propose. Everything in the skyway is cheaper and against the system. I would help people cope with losing someone to the system for a small fee or for nothing at all. In the skyway everyone helps each other. ~
~ Only a small percentage of people in the world have any immunity at all. If you know about the skyway, you have some immunity. But considering all the people in the world, there is only a small percentage in the 'resistance'. The group is growing and shrinking. On a protest day it shrinks, when someone is trusted enough to be told about everything and join, it grows. ~
~ The goal of the Colored People is to dispel the "system" from the planet and create a new one. Not a new "system" but something more like the government of the old times. The ancient people of that time, had it all figured out. If only the Great Uprising never happened. ~
a/n and that's the end of this chapter! Kind of short….but I'm sorry…anymore and it would be too much stuff about things other than Casey. So is "Casey" a boy or a girl…humm…you can guess…I might tell at the end of their story. Maybe by that time I'll decide! LoL. Read and review!
