Three Worlds In Need

It was the middle of summer in New York City, New York. The date was July 4th, 2450 and all was normal on this warm evening as pedestrians went about their day. When suddenly, there was a soft hum as screens and speakers all everywhere came to life. Former images began to disappear, as a new one took their place. The picture was fuzzy, depicting the silhouette of a man's face, illuminated by a single bright light so that facial recognition was barely possible. A few seconds of silence passed by before there was sound.

"I imagine that right now, you're feeling a bit like Alice. Hmm? Tumbling down the rabbit hole? Well, let me to help you find your way...

Only centuries ago we mutants shared the world with you humans. Now? We are no better than the animals you keep as pets: trapped in cages and forced to wear collars -- the only difference is, they have your respect. But do not be fooled humans, you are just as much slaves as we are. You built these... machines, to protect you from the supposed mutant menace, but who shall protect you from them?

Its a shame, really -- Big Brother has dug their claws into you so deep; brainwashing the masses and molding you, but not to perfection... but into the perfect pets. Since birth, they tell you to follow the rules, to... stick to the program and will be ok. But, is security worth trading your freedom? Unfortunately, your answer does not matter as you no longer have the freedom of choice. You believe what they want you to believe: think, feel, and even what they say is right and wrong; true and false. You have become oblivious to the truth, your vision clouded by dreams of utopia...

Do you believe in fate?

There are no accidents. We have not come here by chance; I do not believe in chance. I do not see coincidence, I see providence -- I see purpose. I believe it our fate to be here. It is our destiny. I believe this night holds for each and every one of us, the very meaning of our lives. Today, marks the day we break free of our shackles and the dawn of new era. Mutants will be free once more and you nor your machines can stop us!

Tomorrow, we may all be dead, but how is that is that different from any other day? This is a war and we are soldiers. Death can come for us at any time, in any place. This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. Do nothing, and the story ends here -- you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. Take action, and you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.

*Long Pause*

Do you hear that, Big Brother? ... That is the sound of inevitability... It is the sound of your death... Goodbye, Big Brother..."

The camera zooms out to reveal the full form of the shadowy figure of a man. His arm slowly raises, until his palm is pointed at the camera. "Goodbye Big Brother." There is bright flash of red light and explosion as the beam meets the camera and destroys it. As the screen fades to black, the symbol for anarchy appears.

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