Omeir's+Group

__ Lucky number 48__ //Omeir, Briana, Indya, Mike S//
//Dear Diary,//

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//"Our society isn't fit for everyone. Nor should it be fit for us, but the government is all powerful; all knowing, so we can not object. Within these walls, our only boundaries, there is light and darkness. When the light shines high above to create an afternoon glow, there is an essence of happiness, hope, and peace. But this is only a simulation, for the society that we live in is based around the walls of a megadome. All societies are now harbored in megadomes to be protected from the intense heat of the real sun. 'For if our skin is grazed by this awesome light we're sure to melt due to the closeness of the sun to the earth.' Of course that's just what they want us to think, the way they've manipulated us with this theory since birth. Many believe that the government is here to guide us, not control us, but that is exactly what this megadome in itself is doing to our society, stealing our souls. As if that wasn't enough names aren't given out, but numbers. The government thought it would be much more organized this way. Mine is 48, meaning that I am the 48th child that has been born to this desolate wasteland. However that doesn't stop us for making names.Adding to the horror, there are special chips given to us at birth. These chips are made to keep track of us, so when summoned, our presence will be known. When summoned, we're forcefully taken to the highest order in our society, The Grand. His name was ironically chosen because he's thought to be almighty, godly, and other things that are untrue, but such rebellious words can not stain our lips."// "48 it is time to wake up!" a voice yelled from the ceiling. I ignored the high pitched voice. "48, this is your last warning." the ceiling shouted. Again I brushed off the voice, even though I knew what was going to come. "Bzzzz!' an abrubt shock disturbed me. "Ahhh! Alright Im up!" As I got up I rubbed my back and felt a bruise the size of this megadome. I strolled to the kitchen feeling dizzy and feeling symptoms of my potential fainting. "Stupid Grand! I wish it was never controlling us and destroyed!"  Lucky me, I was born into a rebellious part of this new profound society, making it much easier for me to go against this so called "working society". I call it crap, but I must work under the radar, not to be caught by The Grand. It's very easy to be caught by The Grand, seeing that almost one out of every three people are secret agents for this godly figure. The Grand is an idol to many, but I don't quite see why... he managed to take everything and make everyone's lives miserable, all but his, of course. It's like he has them under some magical trance, that only I have yet to fall into. In our new society, we have no allies, no friends, or family. Your so called brother may stab you in the back to avoid the fields. In this alienated society the word love does not exist. There are no emotions in the view of The Grand. He is the captain of this great ship we call life and he may steer us any way he pleases. I see my father at the kitchen table. My father frequently assures me that we have nothing to worry about with a sense of doubt in his voice. I feel that he is not sure what to think, but he doesn't want me to know that he is experiencing much inner confusion. He constantly checks up on me and never leaves the house without a long stare out of the window, almost like he is expecting The Grand himself to show up at any moment. I'm sure we have been spotted on at least one of the many cameras stationed around this dome, so it is only a matter of time before we are pursued. Until then, we must lay low my father says and act as if we know nothing of the government's weaknesses. You can only imagine how tough it is; not going to school and talking to friends without having to gaze over my shoulder. My life is rough, as are other lives. I feel The Grand is out for us by now, from the words I hear leaving others mouths as I walk past them swiftly. Only time will tell... "Hey son, how are you?" father questioned. " Father, are we going to die?" I asked out of the blue. "Why would you say that?" father snapped. " Everyone is talking about The Grands thoughts on us." " Of course not! Lazaro don't talk nonsense." I knew he was lying. There are rumors that the other society is much more powerful and wants to take over, and they are controlled by the evil genius ruler. There is only one man I can truly believe in, and that is Darrien. His wisdom is as old as the wrinkles on his face. People say "He's crazy" or "don't trust that old bastard". Once hearing this, I felt the sudden urge to meet him. I traveled to Freedom Hill, to a tiny cottage where Darrian lives. He was dozing away in his rocking chair. I have only visited him a couple times, and it seemed like each one of those times I have arrived when he was resting. He had a hunchback and was definitely over the hill. His wheezing and panting were a constant part of age. "Hello Darrien." I spoke, unthoughtful of him resting. He abruptly woke, "Why hello Lazaro, how are you?" "Oh I'm fine, were you sleeping?" I asked inaudibly. "No, No I was just reading the newspaper." The newspaper on his lap showed no sign any attention as if it were just delivered. "What brings you here today?" "I had a question about The Grand and what they are trying to do to us" I stated. "My father was telling me this morning that the FIRST society has found a new technique to remove the chip out of our eye. My father is really scared and upset about this idea. He says it will "obliterate our society." He means that if the other half of society would have found out they would annihilate us. How could my father lie to such extent this time?" I was extremely baffled. "Sit down" his raspy voice muttered. He told me about some strange prophecy. "The ancient prophecy tells about a distant land that lets real light show without pain, and real night without just darkness but with extravagant shimmers called stars and something called the moon. These things were once seen in the past as told by my ancestors. In this place there is an abundant amount of food, but things as simple as meat no longer exist. A place where people could have dreams and hopes and not be prosecuted for them. Many people think its just an old wives tale, but those people were manipulated into believing that we don't live in a bubble. I sense that the government secretly fears nonconformity and identity, so control is their only option. But for us, this is the only way out." I was confused and shocked a bit. "But wait?" I snapped, he cut me off covering my mouth. " Our peaceful life in this megadome will be gone in a short time. I want you to come back by tomorrow and I want you to stop believing in what everybody is telling you. We won't be together for too long" he commanded. Suddenly, a shock of power shot through my brain. "Where am I?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. . I must have blacked out. My eyes captured the light again and I could see again. I was in my bedroom. This is not the first time this has happened to me. All I could feel was a drum beating on my head. I lingered outside after eating my usual breakfast, three vitamin supplements and two eggs sunnyside up. I looked up at the dome's simulated sunlight. My shirt, yellow as the sun's rays, has holes in it. I look down and all I see is this dark, lackluster ground throughout the megadome. I meet with my friends, Arthur, and Kyle, who are mysteriously the same. "Hello Lazaro" Kyle lipped. "Wait, where is Wendel?" I replied. "Yes, let's get him, I haven't seen him all day" Arhur said in the exact same tone and style as Kyle. We strolled to house 11 on 22nd lane. Black hovercars screeched out of nowhere. Big, dark, and ferocious men stormed out with lasers. They had pitch black sunglasses as their cars were. Flashing red and black badge with the words GRAND on their chests struck my eye. " In the orders of The Grand we are to confiscate child #57" dark groggy voices yelled. The men pushed my friends and I out the way to the street. They broke down the Joe's door. Seconds later we heard screaming. I knew better not to talk while they are doing their business. "Help, Help Ahh!" cried Wendel in a faint, and weak voice. Dead silence followed as the hovercars vanished. "Can you belive that? I shouted at my friends. They stared into empty space with blank looks upon their faces. "Hello!" still no reply. " Did you see what those guys did to Wendel?" I yelled. "Wendel? Who is Wendel?" my friends said in a calm voice. I saw Wendel's father standing at the door. " What did The Grand do with your son?" "Son, I don't have a son, only a daughter. You must be confused. Are you feeling okay?" Wendel's father stated as a matter of factly. 'What is going on?' I thought to myself. I was about to explode with rage, so much that my headache began to return and I recalled my recent blackout. I must go to Darrian. Yes, he will help me think things through. Something is disrupting society here. I rode my mini hover car to Freedom hill in a brisk flight. Darrian's back straightened as I apporached the door. "Hey, ... Darrien!" He dragged me into his house in silence. He strapped me into a black dusty chair. My struggle was pointless. Four other elderly men came into the room. They started talking to each other. "Are you sure he is the one? He is really young" "Yes I'm positive. The prophecy states that child 48th will have the defective chip." "Shouldn't we wait until he is older?" " I've known 48 for years and he is a mature, confident, and intellegent man. He possesses integrity, and determination, no one is better fit for this task." 'Wait, what are they talking about?' I tried to speak, but my eyelids were beginning to feel heavy. I heard a faint voice in the distance whispering, " Lazaro you have been chosen to be the savior of our life. You will fulfill the prophecy ." I tried to talk, but my face was quite numb. "We have chosen you for many reasons. The main being that you have been born with the only defective chip. The chip has been planted in you as well as every citizen by The Grand. You are very special, you may have notice your contemp for waking up and your critisim of the GRAND and your frequent questions. Nobody else is able to that. The chip controls your thoughts, lukily you have a defective one. That chip has recently been removed from your brain by our scientists to help you even more. This will sharpen, and strengthen your mind and you will become virtually invisible to the cameras. At birth you were always the smart child and that will help you in your destiny. The other elderly men and I are the last living people without the chip." I tried to speak out and protest, but a sharp pain in my head sent my thoughts into a tailspin and I was knocked out within seconds. I awake to a strange place I've never been before. I glance down at my ankle to see what was causing such a peculiar feeling. It is a laser equipped with advanced mechanisms that I have never experienced in all of my years. I turn around and I see big bold letters that say GRAND HEADQUARTERS. Underneath it reads BEWARE, ANYONE WHO ENTERS WILL NEVER COME BACK. Thinking as hard as possible, I can not conceive a logical solution to one question... what do I do? As my ability to think clearly returns, I review the last known situation in my head. This creates even more questions... am I just a test dummy being tracked by the elders? I quickly scan for an escape route, but there is nothing. As I walk into The Grand's headquarters I notic a particularly rancid smell lingering throughout the hall. Interested in where this abnormal aroma is coming from, I decide to check it out. I came across a room with a big metal door. As I grab the metal handle I experience a cold chill up my spine. The frigid feeling of the handle should have been enough for me to turn my attention away, but instead it fed the hunger of my curiousity. I pull the handle hard and came upon a room with copious amounts of frozen meat. Suddenly a loud blast came from behind me and when I turned around there were several men aiming their guns directly at me. 'I thought the elders said that the chip was suppose to hide me from The Grand.' I thought, in desperation of a miracle to remove me from this potentially lethal situation. Two of the henchmen grab both of my arms and pull me down an empty hall. It seemed like several minutes went by as they continued to drag me down long hallways, around sharp corners, and down dark stairwells. We then stopped abruptly at a large green door. One of the men knocked twice and once the door slid open the other man pushed me in. I stood in a dark room for several minutes feeling someones presence in the room. As the lights slowly came on I noticed a woman sitting at an old small wooden round table. On the table was a china teapot and cup set and sitting just in the middle of the table was yellow flowers in a tall vase. The woman sitting at the table was very beautiful, almost angelic like. Her peaceful expression drew me in closer to her and I found myself sitting across from her at the table. "You must be number 48." The women said with a smile. I was speechless and just nodded dumbfoundly. "I'm The Grand." Utter shock overwhelmed my body. First off, she couldn't possibly be The Grand. The Grand was supposed to be angry and controlling and just-- just not her. As I was staring at her, I noticed a cup of hot tea sitting in front of me. Once she saw my gaze meet the cup she pushed it gently towards my direction. I took it with hesitation but did not take a sip. "I have been following you for years number 48. The things you say, the foods you eat, and even the people you associate yourself with." She took a sip of tea from the cup she was holding and placed it back down, but not letting her grip from the cup go. " I was a child once and I've heard my share of ancient prophecies. They say that your suppose to save them from us but we are only here to help you." "If you are here to help us, why is the government putting chips in in our heads as a control device?" I felt myself gaining courage once again. The Grand sighed softly and met my gaze intensly. " Several years ago, before the dome and the chips, was a group called FIRST, Fighters of Instant Regressive Scientific Technology. They started the idea of chips going into people's heads. They wanted to amplify the average human skill. They began to run out of money and once we decided not to fund them, they began attacking the government. The government strived to destroy the bulk of FIRST'sresearch, but their headquarters was never revealed. Following these actions, we made a law stating that everyone must have a chip placed into their head. FIRST put chips of their own into people's heads but it was always cancelled out by the technology that we have. We have only found one of the FIRST chips however. Many government officials tested it and found that FIRST made many false accusations. The lack of funding caused much confusion. FIRST promised that the chip makes you "superhuman", but the chip seld-destructs following one second of beeping, killing you quietly. She began to laugh at the thought. Her amusement for others failure confused me a bit but then I noticed the irony of the story and found myself laughing as well. It wasn't until my vision became blurred and a soft beep that I heard in my ears that I remembered something about the elders putting a chip into my head. She stopped laughing and noticed the fear in my eye and once she put the pieces together, her eyes reflected mine. A superb warmth came upon me as I heard a beep... "Fellow Elders our mission is complete!." " It's a shame 48 died this way, but it had to be done."======