There were many things going on around the world back then. I would hear about them while helping people with the Network systems. There were several wars going on, but no one had any idea what they were about. The government would not give any information. It was because of the new Executive Order called, “National Security Protocol.” The only way most people found out there was a war was when they would receive a notice on the Network that they had been conscripted and had to report to the nearest Post Office.

One thing I will tell you: We found out that a lot of people were very upset with the United States for a long time. I don’t know why. The Government never told us. But believe me, you will find this out. Even before your time, your government made some people very mad. Some of them that you think are your friends are not really your friends at all.

Some of the older children went to the Post Office to see what was going on. There was a line there. There was always a line for some reason. Anyway, they got too close and were taken away. We watched from a distance. A lot of the police there spoke different languages. But the electronic translators from the Network helped everyone understand. There was nothing we could do to help our friends that were taken. We never saw them again.

You see, our country didn’t have enough healthy people for military service. Other nations had called this country for help in the past. Washington said they were just “returning the favors.” My father was very upset about this. He thought we should fight back. My mother just cried all the time. But no one would do anything. No one wanted to do anything that would give the Government the excuse they needed. That’s what I remember hearing.

I remember bad things happening in the Year 11. Registrations became mandatory. It was another one of those Executive Orders. Some people tried to stop it, but it failed by one vote. There were lots of people wanting help getting to the Underground.

My father and his group said they wouldn’t take anyone that did not have their own weapons and food. My mom made them change their minds and they began helping people anyway. That’s when my friends and I had to do a lot of hunting for food. We had a lot of people to feed.

We found out that a lot of the people we helped to the Underground were helping the government find us since we weren’t on the Network. They found our campsite eventually. The only thing that saved us was that one of the people we helped told us they were coming. They took mom away. My father got away wounded. My friends said he got two of the Government men. He couldn’t walk anymore. He told me a few things before he died. But the most important thing he told me is what inspired me to send you this letter.

Something else happened that year. Since my friends and I are not Registered, we can’t watch the news. But from what I found out, something happened in a place called, “The Middle East.” The Government had long since banned any news from other countries. They called it “inciteful speech.” Whatever happened, it caused the U.S. to lose it’s seat on the Untied Nation’s security Council. They had even lost the power to vote at the UN.

That was the last time I ever saw my father smile.

In the Year 12, my father passed away. The new president moved her offices from the White House to the UN Building in New York. She vows to stay there until the United States regains it’s voting power in the UN. So she stays in New York while the First Lady stays in Washington writing Executive Orders. It’s been that way ever since.

We’ve been on our own now for all these years. There are about 35 of us left. We miss our parents. We heard that some of them are still alive in the camps. We still have church, but only at night with no campfires. Open fires are banned now. Banned by Executive Order. We keep in touch with what’s going on with a few fake accounts my father and I set up on the Network.

On every Network site there's a logo in the right hand corner that says, “A World at Peace." According to the UN Security Council, the United States has signed a treaty that will effectively end all wars – forever. I don’t know what the treaty says but I hear the Americans have made a few concessions.

Shortly after the “Treaty of 17,” everyone who gave information on the whereabouts of Un-Registered people were given extra credits on their Registrations upon our capture. We found this out from many of the people we helped out in the Underground. I found a close friend who had escaped military service. He said he was on patrol against the Idaho Terrorists. One night while he was asleep, he was gang-raped by some of his fellow soldiers while others watched. He made a report to his superiors but they told him that if he ever mentioned it he would be sent to the work camps for life. So he and a few others escaped. He was the only one to make it out alive. He also told me there would be others behind him.

Remember that Alpha Centauri Project I told you about? Well, the Government is real mad about that. The UN wants to tax everyone even more to send people there. But the NASA scientists, the smart ones, have all escaped. I helped one of them. In return, he told me about how those rockets made it so far. It had something to do with electromagnetic differentiation, or something like that. The point is, we thought we could use the same technology they used to communicate with their rockets to speak to you. We first tried to contact the future, but no one responded. My NASA friend said it was because “there is no future.”

Perhaps he’s right. But like my father said, “No man knoweth the hour or the day.” A lot of people thought they knew. Many of them are in the prison camps. They were all branded as terrorists. Many of them are dead. There is some good news, though.

We found out that the Underground wasn’t just here in these mountains, but all over the world – just like the Government and the Network are. Here, we spent the last few months helping people escape to safety. An Underground in Europe said that worldwide, we helped about 144,000 people escape. I don’t know where they are today, I just know it came from a good source.

We heard there was a big festival coming. Something about a celebration of “Giya.” I don’t know what it means, but I managed to sneak near one of the old churches while I was in town. I came back with a note that was on the church to the Un-Registered people and told them what I saw going on.

There were lots of people going in, but very few people coming out. Through another door, I saw people in chains bringing small white packages out and putting them into refrigerated transports. I found someone who recognized me because I looked like my father. He was standing in line at the church. I asked him what was going on.

“It's part of the celebration,” he said. He also told me the small white packages were food to go to the prison work camps. That was part of the “Treaty of 17.” He tried to make me understand.

No one wanted to pay for taking care of terrorists anymore. No one wanted to feed them either. They were starving and dying in the camps. But the Government set up programs at all the churches so that those who felt sorry for them could make donations to help feed them. We got a report from South America about what was going on inside. I tried to pull the man out of line but he said, “The Government said it’s okay, and it’s the right thing to do. Don’t let the terrorists tell you otherwise.”

I never had the chance to tell the people what would happen to them when they walked in those churches, nor did I have the strength to send a message to the camps about what they were being fed. I think they all knew. But since cults are banned, our churches are property of the Government. By Executive Order, they are all now human slaughter houses. After all, I was told, they were used as compounds for terrorists. This is now policy, and the only thing keeping the people at the camps alive.

Maybe this may help you understand why I’m going to start this rebellion with this, my last bullet. But let me tell you about the message I found at the church.

I took the notice back to my friends at our campsite. It had the names of hundreds of Un-Registered people from around the world who had been found or killed. I tried to contact them over the Network, but we have not received any returns. We are, I’m afraid, the last ones on earth.

We all had a meeting last night. We talked a lot, and we prayed. The message told us that many of our parents, including my mother, were still alive at the camps. If we all became Registered, they would be allowed to go free, and we would receive lots of credits on the Network. Enough to buy homes, start businesses, even buy a transport.

We are outnumbered in the world by about six billion to 35. We’re all out of ammunition and there’s no use fighting any more. At least we can live in a warm home, eat good food and even enjoy a little music that we don’t have to steal off the Network. We took a vote last night. Everyone decided to turn themselves in, even me. The transport is coming now and we all spent our last night together before joining the rest of society. I had a bad dream last night and woke up in a sweat. I ran from our camp and spent the rest of the night to try and get this machine working. This is my last chance. I only hope you can hear me. I’ve told you everything I could in the time I have. Now, the sun’s coming up and I’ve been here sending you this message for too long. But before I go, I’d better tell you the real reason I am going to start this rebellion all by myself.

I sit here with my mother’s old Bible, a Constituion and my father’s old Smith and Wesson .38 caliber revolver. You see, my friends, all these things are banned. And it is these three items that a person can be killed on sight for having. I thought you’d like to know that. But more importantly, you would like to know who I am.

I am a child of a Patriot. And it was only tonight that I decided to go against my mother's wishes and read the last chapter of this Bible. My father was teaching me about this Constitution thing, and I never knew it. But you did. You had all of these things. I read some of your e-mail. You knew some of these things were coming. So as a child Patriot, I’m going to start this war. I will fire the first shot.

Why?

Because you never did. This Martial Law thing you folks talked about never happened! When this government was blatant about what it was doing, no one lifted a finger. Thank you, patriots. Thanks a lot. Now, the last of us will be carted off to Babylon - or whatever you call it.

Yes, I’m yelling at you. Do you know how many of us died out here? Do you know what kind of lives we were forced to lead because of you? No, you don’t, because you were all too busy thinking about yourselves! No one wanted to go to jail. No one wanted to fire the first shot. Well, no one ever did. And most of you went to jail, anyway. The rest of you were either killed or you just took that stupid Registration anyway.

I’ll fire the first shot! I’m doing this for you. I don’t know if it will change history. I don’t even know if you’ll ever get this message. But if so, you don’t have to worry about who’ll fire the first shot to start your revolution. I will. No wonder my father, even in his dying days, kept repeating to himself, “Why didn’t we fight back? Why didn’t we just start shooting? We had all those guns! Why didn’t we just fight back?”

I’ll answer his question. Because no one wanted to be labeled. No one wanted to be targeted. Well, my friends and I have been labeled from birth. We have been targeted from birth. And from what I’ve been reading from your letters, your Network sites and your e-mails, you people knew all about this. You had to!

But we never had a chance. Even when we found the technology to read what you were saying, we didn’t have much to work with. None of us know how to make our own weapons. We were using whatever we could find just to eat. No one ever left us instructions on what to do. You left us with little information to even fight a battle. When some of you realized you had nothing left to lose, you were too old and weak to fight back. You wanted us to do it for you. But with what? Did any of you think of what kind of world we would be living in because of your actions, or lack of action?

The only way I found you was because of my dad. You see, just before he died, I told him about this new technology. He gave me all the Network locations (called Earls) that he had in his head. I went searching from there. That’s how I found you.

If you get this message, know that the first shot has been fired. Know that you don’t have to worry about “giving the Government the excuse they need.” I spent my life without ever giving the Government an excuse, and they did it anyway. And the only crimes we committed were staying alive.

I have to go now. The transport just pulled up. They will come looking for me. Even though we all agreed last night to go and get Registered, I know I speak for all of us. Each one of us – your children, are now leaving with broken promises, broken dreams, and broken hearts. I will now point this last gun, this last bullet at the same place you people pointed your guns.

At my own head.

Now you know. And now I know that by the time you read this, in my time, in my own heart, in my own soul, I will be dead.

Don’t cry for me, patriot. This is what the rest of us are doing, but they're just not using a gun. In your time, you kept hearing, “Save the Children! Save the Children” from your Government. Well, if you have received this message, you know what happened to your children. Maybe by firing this first shot, things will change in your future. Maybe this will start the Rebellion that was needed, but never happened.

When I get to Heaven, I may face the Ultimate Judgement. But I will ask God before my sentence, for one last request: I will ask him to Save the Children.

I have read the Last Chapter, and I know what it means. We have lived it. And now I must go. But I leave you with the other reason this gun is pointed at my head. It was my father’s dying words.

“Never let them take you alive.”

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