Ree Edmunds

Freedomeers

It gets harder and harder to believe in freedom, but we still have the illusion that freedom can exist. We, the Freedomeers, hear tales of how this land was once free, and to me, it is just fairy tales. I am what is known as a truly free person, and often looked at in awe. My parents fell in love and gave birth naturally. In the cities, one must register and be pre-approved by the State in order to procreate. From the moment someone is born, they have a tax burden of 2.5 Trillion dollars, which must be paid in full, before they have their own rights and privileges. This takes most individuals their entire life to pay, gaining a couple years of freedom when they are too feeble to enjoy or get out of bed. The Freedomeers believe that one should be free from birth. I am viewed as unique, amongst the Freedomeers, but I think of the constant fighting and running as a type of control. My parents fought for freedom, as did their parents. My great-great-great grandparents were known as defectors. They were part of the original Land of Free movement. It was the twenty-second century when the, then United States of America, began to mimic signs of socialism, and wanting to have all of its constituents ruled and had laws in which could imprison someone for years for no reason, under the guise of safety and/or freedom. Neighbors would report on neighbors, and cops became non-existent as they kept getting placed in prison for enforcing laws. Then the military took over, and the citizens had no rights. People were being shot in the street, and families torn apart because of political views. The west coast was constantly on fire, where people left by the millions and moved east. My great-great-great grandparents and a few hundred thousand, of the billion Americans, moved west. They began by building canals and ravines to push water from the oceans and lakes of the north to the south to allow the ground to become saturated. They allowed the fires to continue to burn, and fed the underbrush to the fires that bordered the east lands, becoming known as the Land of the Free, and the State on the opposite side. Creating a clear DO NOT CROSS line.