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“It’s time. We need to move NOW!“ Celeste headed the column as they shifted through the tunnels beneath the city, their parents had once lived in. Before the street wars, the divide that had always existed, the cracks within society opened to gaping wounds. There had always been, ‘THEM and US.’
THEY had tried hard to lie, to cheat, to deceive. Trick and treat, to con US, into the belief that we were as good as they were, but inferior.
‘Of course, you can become as rich as us, own multi corporate interests and grow fat off the backs of the people.
When we first existed on this planet, we were all born EQUAL. No one above us, better than us, who had the right to have more, or to take as they wanted and leave others, starving, dying?
The ones who became chiefs, leaders, dictators, Kings, Queens, Lords, Gods. The bankers, corporations, politicians. Greed, deception, lies, manipulation. All of them in the belief that we could NOT exist without them! Preaching to the down trodden in the times of recession, of needing to tighten our belts, whilst they retired on their fat pensions or payoffs, to their multi million homes?
As others they had brought to their knees, starved. Who reached the point in time they could suffer no more, committing suicide. Bankrupted by them or forced to accept the rest of their lives in slavery to their corporations, terms and conditions dictated to them enforced by them and their politicians.
The very roots of the tree of society, continuously bombarded by those self elevated parasites. To the point the consequences were inevitable.
A division that had always existed. The one constant. THEM and US! The only difference? THE US had grown wise. As devious, as cunning as conniving. Cyber infestation, terrorism of a magnitude never thought possible? Infiltrating government facilities, offices of power, corporate identities, political rivalry. Paranoia, fear? Outrage? A backlash in it’s wake.
The only outcome on a face to face, one on one. THEY would not allow that. TO lose the treasure from the chest, the spoils from the blood, sweat and tears of their subjugated workers.
From the taxes, the laws, the restrictions, the life that they created for them of servitude, whilst they, lived their lives in luxury?!
It came, sudden, brutal, savage. The ‘Street Wars’ from street to street the war escalated.
The bodies piled up, the stench of death, the sound of death. The cracking sound of timbers washed by the flames. Of shattered glass, of smoke and the semblance of all that was most peoples vision of hell.
Never winning, never losing. No winners, no losers. Could never be complete victory. Stalemate?
Bio chemical warfare, clone machines, adaptations created by their military. Almost banrkrupting the state.
Citadels with their own loyal, brain washed citizens, trapped within the walls they created, to keep US out. Finally a truce. The only way the communes could build some hope for the future.
Trade at a price, those within the Citadels had no choice but to pay, at 'Corporates rates' of course. Those who refused to pay the taxes, be subjugated, fled underground. Expanded the tunnels.
THEY developed their technologies to allow escape beyond. Craft that kept up with the other races on Earth. The Americans, the Chinese, the Russians. Arabian and Ishalla. The over populated planet at breaking point.
Resources running low, that had been made worse by the Street Wars across the world? Those with money wanting to escape. To send their kith and kin into the vast recesses of space beyond.
Taking a chance but as far as they were concerned, necessary.
It simply couldn’t be anything worse than this world! Celeste loved her daughter, what mother doesn’t is not something that is in fact true. Some mothers did NOT care about their offspring. Celeste did.
Losing her would see the odd tear weep across her cheek. Hiding so well the same feelings many others felt. She had no choice. Part of the underground rebel forces, earning respect, a born leader. Life to her was precious. She would not kill willingly.
Time had scarred her. The truth, the lies, the deceptions THEY had fabricated over centuries torn away to see THEM as they were, could do nothing but fuel rage.
A burning hatred. The clone army they had created, were the first to feel her wrath. She would lead groups of rebels against them. The slaughter was merciless. She had instilled in Serenia her daughter one thought that she was ALWAYS to remember. HER LIFE WAS HER LIFE.
NO one, had the right to dominate, to subjugate, to force her to live her life, other than within what was acceptable, as being the RIGHT way to live it.
With mercy, compassion, love, respect and respect? That was a two way street. Those that thought it was due to them, but were not prepared to give it in return, she could treat as anything but civilised. It WOULD be something Serenia would NOT forget.
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