Megaopolis

It’s a dark night as a helicopter makes a fly by past a crystal building. With its windows displaying the images of the rock and roll group Tetsuwan Atom. Raindrops begin to fall in little scatters each one bouncing off the crystal tower onto the broken pavement. Suddenly a man covered in head to toe in a brown tattered trench coat. Makes a sudden turn down circuit rat alley. He runs frantically as though being pursued heavily by someone or something. Approaching him steadfast are the heavy steps of his dark clad assailants. Finally reaching the end of his run he comes upon a brick wall. He’s trapped with no way of escaping. The heavy steps from his assailants turn into a thunderous sound of marching. As the pursuers come into full view they resemble a mixture of nazi and old south KKK. With and open eye emblem blazed across their chest. Each one holding what seems to be a classic civil war rifle.

The frightened man turns around to face his enemies prepared for what will happen next. With the fear of death still in him, he backs away hoping that by some luck he’ll be saved. Not knowingly though while backing up he steps upon a broken manhole and drops himself into the muck filled sewers. Forgoing any bruises he has brought upon himself. He gets up and immediately continues his get away.

As he makes his way down the sewage he can hear a rather quite loud echoing march. It seems his fall into the sewers has not steered his pursuers of his track. The man not able to take anymore of this constant running decides to take some rest in a sewage duct. Hoping that after some time his enemies will pass him and lose interest in his apprehension. After this entire tireless running he decides to sit himself down. From under his coat he takes an old torn book out and a broken pencil from his pocket and begins writing. From the looks of it outside the time must be anywhere from 6-7pm.

Which means I have about an hour before the ferry closes to Manhattan Island. Still I can’t figure out how the eyes were able to find me. The NEXX chip isn’t inside of me anymore. (He unwraps his left hand to show a charred hole that goes right through it) Probably one of the Artificial Intelligence workers noticed I wasn’t in the system anymore. That would be the only way for them to alert the eyes for my disposal or reinstatement into the system. Depending on how large of a threat I am to them.

They can’t catch me though, if they do the purpose of my fighting will have gone to waste. Now with that being said let’s see where I was in this book. (Flipping through the pages) Here we are Chapter 10 Novus Ordo Seclurum. I don’t think anybody ever saw it coming. Usually based on the fact if you couldn’t see it being done it wasn’t. In the end though we were wrong. Some would come to call it the beginning of the Orwell generation. For on July 4, 1984 the United States government passed a law called Big Brother. From what was stated in the papers this proposal would allow the U.S. to set up a system of networks. In which its citizens could be watched, protected and maintained safely and respectfully. Still like many things in the face of politics there were those who undeniably needed to voice their opinions. They proclaimed that the act is a threat of privacy and a hypocritical statement on America. Surprisingly though that was only a few for the rest saw it as a joy. Bringing the safety and comfort we all sought for. I will admit who ever thought George Orwell was going to be right. The man wrote 1984 so long ago that to many people it was nothing more than over stated work of fiction. Something now I wish we had taking more seriously. Never the less by the time things began we were already in full swing. In the winter of "88" NEXX was revealed and everyone stood in awe. Quite an ode to modern technology it was, the ability to shop, eat-out, go to the doctors and do everything else we did. Without ever having to use money, credit cards or any other form of payment. All you had to do was swipe you’re hand across the scanner and what was needed was acquired. Of course there was the matter of having placed a tiny square size chip in your left hand. However nobody ever saw that as a threat or problem just a small price to pay for something unbelievably marvelous. A price we would soon learn not to be worth it. The Romans had the same problem it was called the Trojan horse attack and just like them we blindly accepted our gift with open arms. In time though as the system became more structured within our society. We learned to love and accept the care of Big Brother.