May 5th 2045
It’s kind of scary actually. No one really knows how it could happen this quick, or how it could even happen. Everyone is either escaping or living a life in denial.
You know... Sex is illegal, and they’re checking up on you. It’s horrible really... music and art is also out of the question. That’s why I’m here now. I’m sitting in a secured building. Or, secure to me and my group of people,
Jessica is making diner, Josh is reading and I’m here writing in a diary that’ll probably never be found. I guess I hope it will be found by someone, so when the world has been shot down, which it will, someone or something will find it and show it to the world then. Maybe I should start at the beginning.
In 2015 Obama got shot. For some weird unknown reason those stupid Americans choose Rick Santorum as their next leader. Well.... He was really insane. Or so he got, we don’t know. But after like... 3 months all of USA was like this. The gen technology was so developed, that people started making clinics where they could make their own custom child. Soon came the carriers, who carried the child for the women and from there it sort of developed into some sort of controlled chaos.
When the children started to become some sort of trend, where they had to pretty and sexy and clever and athletic, it suddenly turned into this thing where the moms would also want to be hot and then the carriers started to pop up all around. Rick then decided that sex was not legal anymore, and then people began to have sex in public places at broad daylight. It was crazy. The followers of Rick would actually set them on fire! Like... on global television! Well... Rick decided to punish the people by making music and art illegal and then it started spreading. Some people flee and others fought to their death. When it had spread worldwide there were only 2 billion people left in the world. China was a freaking war zone, but here in Denmark it was kind of.... cool... tone down. We didn’t make that much of a deal out of it. That was until Pia came on as a ruler in 2025, from there it all changed.
Now we walk around in grey suits in straight lines every morning to walk into big offices where we work until it’s 4 pm, then we have free time until 10 pm, then we have to be home and in our houses. There’s guard coming every night to check that we’re sleeping and that we don’t have condoms, art, music or books in our house. Basically every goddamn opportunity we have ever had to express ourselves is gone.
You know.... This all hit me when I came by a sidewalk café and two women were talking about what son one of them should have. They talked about stuff like, if he should be tall, what hair colour or eye colour he should have.
There are no more handicapped people either. And when old people stop functioning they get a pill. It’s tough living here... That’s why I’m a part of this sort of group. We go to a place everyday where we listen to music or look at art. We sing low and dance to the music. It’s amazing to be able to express ourselves again. Actually Josh brought a poem today... I have never cried that much in my life ever.
Oh shit. Guards are here.... I can hear them.
Bye.