My Life 2152

My Life 2152

April 7th 2152

The rado trickled down the window of the 2127 Bronco we currently call home. Rado is what we call this radioactive sludge that “rains” from our skies. This is a product of our juvenile decisions that lead us to this so-called life. It all started with what humans of the early 2000’s referred to as “progress”. Let me let you in on a little hint that “progress” was the furthest thing from it and has led us back to the dark or no... wait, that's actually an insult to the dark ages. It has led us to the toxic age of 2152 where we run from what used to be symbolic of life. Rain has become an enemy and it has lost the vitality it used to bring us.

I was born after what my parents say their grandparents called the superficial era. The era where we slowly lost what made us human. Our fuel instead of human connection, exercise, and nutrition was achieved through how many numbers were next to an animated heart. I know, Iisten, I can’t understand it either, living our lives looking for the next dopamine hit our screen provides. Our identity tied to something that was out of our control, a heart shaped locket….Shit Jaxon snuck out the back again, he doesn’t understand the whole toxic rain thing…. I’ll continue my rant tomorrow.

April 28th 2152

Ughh, sorry I know it's been 3 weeks. I said I would get better with this damn thing. Caught Jaxon by the way he was only sick for a few days after I gave him the Mostero which helps dispel the body of radioactivity…I don’t know what we will do if we ever run out. Anyway we’ve moved into the mountains and heard of a community developing north of the Westward Winds. We’ve passed a few tweakers on the way. It's always so strange to see them; there's not many left now at least that I've seen. They used to be contained on their omnipads but now they wander through altered reality within reality. Was the world so bad that the most successful products were those that helped us escape it. Video games first, social media, omnipads and to think there’s still people out there trying to bring all of this back, still fighting for the golden days where we could use the omnisphere to be anything. If you ask me, all I think all this taught us is that it’s not good enough to be ourselves. If everyone focuses on playing a game as someone or entering an artificial reality like the Omnisphere just to be someone else, what are you telling yourself about your own identity…..

May 4th 2152

Something is changing. I don’t know what but I don’t like it. There’s rumors spreading that someone brought it back. The tweakers are acting like a herd. What used to be the equivalent of an ant that lost its place in line is now like an organized flock of birds all moving the same direction. I’m curious but don’t know if I should follow. This can’t be happening, I won’t let it, it’s taken too much, all I have left is this stupid heart shaped locket that constantly reminds me of what is and what could be.

May 17th 2152

I’m moving up the mountain now following, there’s more everyday now it started with one or two then 10 or 30 a day to around 100 a day. All with eyes glazed following something, someone, or some idea that has been implanted into their heads it must be the omnilink, which provided direct access as opposed to having to wear a headset, again “progress.” We’ve played with our identity like a drug addiction. We started with a gateway, alcohol, weed, tobacco nothing toooo harmful. It turned into ecstasy then methamphetamine, followed by heroin, and finally fentanyl to where some of us have obviously now completely lost who we are.

May 24th 2152

I saw my Mom.

May 25th 2152

It couldn’t have been my Mom. She's supposed to be dead, my Dad said so.

May 29th 2152

I don’t know what is happening. I can’t understand why, how, or for what reason. I saw her again it’s her she has the same locket but she’s gone, she’s a tweaker, I don’t know how, she always said she would never, but I’m sorry I can't write anymore today.

June 16th 2152

I’ve decided I didn’t see my Mom. She no longer exists. All I have left of her is this heart shaped locket it’s more her than whatever that was. I won’t let this happen.

June 21th 2152

This is all about control it always has been. It’s been a telling week. I met a man named Luca the other day. He gave me an ominous warning and said be careful, those who seek control rarely settle for one classroom but desire a whole university. The following day I saw the first piece of evidence that this was true the tweakers had a girl in their hands and let's just say she was not a excited visitor but rather a clear captive. She went into a tent screaming and yelling and emerged calm and composed as if she was taking in a beautiful sunset. They want control and I won’t let them have it.

July 4th 2152

Happy Fourth of July today is the day I’m going in. I found Luca again. He has a brother too around Jaxon’s age, it's been great for him to have a friend his age. Me and Luca talked for a while and we’re not willing to allow the world to become a mindless society again. There is a central post in the compound which looks like where the power is located. Without this power source the tweakers can not be controlled. We’re going to investigate today and see what we find.

July 17th 2152

It’s time for the heart shaped locket to switch hands. I'm not sure I will make it out of this alive. I gave it to Jaxon this morning. It wasn't easy but he needed it. If this is my last journal entry I hope this finds the world in a better place. One where we restore humanity and put the pieces we all have together to create a picture as opposed to tearing them apart to lack any identity. Hopefully this day comes soon.

Simulation Terminated

“That was better”, said the instructor, “would you like to try again?.”