I sprint down the boulevard coated in blood red signs. I hope onlookers don't catch sight of me. You see, I'm what you call Outcast. The Most Hated Person on Earth would be a more formal title. Why does everyone hate me you ask? All because I spoke. You see, in my province, no one is allowed to speak their true feelings. People keep their personal secrets, lies, feeling, emotions in a little cube. The cube is designed to be incinerated once the memory is taken out of that person.
But what the authorities don't know is the people don't forget.
People will keep dreaming the same dreams. People wish for the same wishes. People still feel sad although that pointless cube is reduced to ashes. I swear, the government has lost their minds to think that people will forget. Might as well just cut out tongues.
So what do I do? I stand up. I rebel. I speak up about my thoughts. At 2 a.m. on September 14 of 3030, I rewire the circuits of the News Broadcasting Station. Everyone is up now; no one sleeps. I stand in a little blue room with a microphone. I start to speak, telling everyone on the face of the planet who I am. Who I wanna be. Who I love. Who I hate. I keep going down the list of thoughts that I have procured since I was a baby. Alphabetical order A-Z. At the end of my broadcast, I address the audience.
"Why are you people so afraid to say what's on your mind? Do you wonder why everyone has died off? Maybe it's cause we can't deal with the deep depression that we all feel inside. Don't listen to them. They don't know what it's like to live in conditions that we do. The depression, the desperation, the brokenness, the silence. Just do me a favor everyone. No matter how life get's us down, just remember one thing:
Speak
~HDM
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