me.”
Connor punched Matthew in the arm. “I told you he could see us.”
Johnson walked over and put his arm around the man from the warehouse window and introduced him. “Boys, I would like you to meet Mr. Walter Wainright.” Matthew looked to April and she gave a nod, as if signaling to Matthew that she approved.
Matthew extended his hand, and Mr. Wainright returned the gesture. “My name is Matthew 25871,” said Matthew with a shaky voice.
Mr. Wainright pulled his hand away from Matthew and replied, “A number for a last name just won’t do. That will be one of the first things that we take care of here; you deserve a last name.”
Connor was still looking around at the room full of electronics, gadgets, and relics but finally spoke. “Wait a minute, Mr. Wainright. Who exactly are you and what are we doing here? Best I can tell, you live in some kind of old sewer and surround yourself with a bunch of old junk.”
April snapped at Connor. “Be nice! Mr. Wainright is here to help us. He sent Mr. Johnson to get us away from those security teams.”
Connor replied, “You keep saying that he saved us from those guards, but they’ve never done anything to us; so what did he save us from?”
April began to speak, but Mr. Wainright intervened before she could. “Young man, have you learned nothing from the history books that I have sent to you?”
Matthew, excited to know where the books had been coming from, asked, “You were the one sending us those books? Why would you do that?”
“You can just call me Walter; no need to be formal from here on out. The reason that I have been sending you those books is because the truth about our world must be preserved; at any cost.”
Connor replied, “What truth? That some crazy old guy wrote some fake history books to confuse kids?”
April grabbed Connor by the sleeve. “That’s enough! Let Mr. Wainright continue.”
“Remember, it’s just Walter, but thank you. The truth is, the world as it is now should not be. This world has been altered by one man for his own benefit. The world we live in is based on his own warped idea of a utopia.”
Walter walked over to a table that was loaded with pictures and books. He pulled a large page from an old plotter paper book and showed it to the group. “Do you boys recognize this skyline?”
Connor and Matthew walked closer to the picture and saw a large white stick jammed in the ground with a round white building on one side of it and a large rectangular white building on the other side.
Connor asked, “Where is this? I don’t recognize it.”
Walter replied, “This is Sector 1 boys, about two hundred years ago. Of course, back then it was called Washington, DC.”
Walter grabbed another picture from the table and showed it to the boys. “See, this is what Sector 1 looks like now.” The boys looked at the second picture and recognized the memorials to Supreme Leader Hathmec.
“Look, it’s the Great Hall and the Hathmec Memorial, right where those other buildings used to sit.”
Connor replied, “It seems to be missing that round building.”
Walter explained, “That particular building was a symbol of democracy and how its people would elect citizens to represent them in their government.”
Walter put the pictures away and led the boys, April, and Johnson into another room. “Have you ever wondered why the security teams and government personnel are able to subdue anyone just by telling them to do something?”
Connor looked to April. “April told us all about it. She told us that the government had come up with some sort of control device that they wear around their necks that can control anyone when activated.”
Matthew added, “She said they couldn’t control us with them because when we were born, the doctors forgot to inject us with something that made it work.”
Walter reached into his shirt and pulled out a round pendant and showed it to the boys. The pendant had six symbols
Connor punched Matthew in the arm. “I told you he could see us.”
Johnson walked over and put his arm around the man from the warehouse window and introduced him. “Boys, I would like you to meet Mr. Walter Wainright.” Matthew looked to April and she gave a nod, as if signaling to Matthew that she approved.
Matthew extended his hand, and Mr. Wainright returned the gesture. “My name is Matthew 25871,” said Matthew with a shaky voice.
Mr. Wainright pulled his hand away from Matthew and replied, “A number for a last name just won’t do. That will be one of the first things that we take care of here; you deserve a last name.”
Connor was still looking around at the room full of electronics, gadgets, and relics but finally spoke. “Wait a minute, Mr. Wainright. Who exactly are you and what are we doing here? Best I can tell, you live in some kind of old sewer and surround yourself with a bunch of old junk.”
April snapped at Connor. “Be nice! Mr. Wainright is here to help us. He sent Mr. Johnson to get us away from those security teams.”
Connor replied, “You keep saying that he saved us from those guards, but they’ve never done anything to us; so what did he save us from?”
April began to speak, but Mr. Wainright intervened before she could. “Young man, have you learned nothing from the history books that I have sent to you?”
Matthew, excited to know where the books had been coming from, asked, “You were the one sending us those books? Why would you do that?”
“You can just call me Walter; no need to be formal from here on out. The reason that I have been sending you those books is because the truth about our world must be preserved; at any cost.”
Connor replied, “What truth? That some crazy old guy wrote some fake history books to confuse kids?”
April grabbed Connor by the sleeve. “That’s enough! Let Mr. Wainright continue.”
“Remember, it’s just Walter, but thank you. The truth is, the world as it is now should not be. This world has been altered by one man for his own benefit. The world we live in is based on his own warped idea of a utopia.”
Walter walked over to a table that was loaded with pictures and books. He pulled a large page from an old plotter paper book and showed it to the group. “Do you boys recognize this skyline?”
Connor and Matthew walked closer to the picture and saw a large white stick jammed in the ground with a round white building on one side of it and a large rectangular white building on the other side.
Connor asked, “Where is this? I don’t recognize it.”
Walter replied, “This is Sector 1 boys, about two hundred years ago. Of course, back then it was called Washington, DC.”
Walter grabbed another picture from the table and showed it to the boys. “See, this is what Sector 1 looks like now.” The boys looked at the second picture and recognized the memorials to Supreme Leader Hathmec.
“Look, it’s the Great Hall and the Hathmec Memorial, right where those other buildings used to sit.”
Connor replied, “It seems to be missing that round building.”
Walter explained, “That particular building was a symbol of democracy and how its people would elect citizens to represent them in their government.”
Walter put the pictures away and led the boys, April, and Johnson into another room. “Have you ever wondered why the security teams and government personnel are able to subdue anyone just by telling them to do something?”
Connor looked to April. “April told us all about it. She told us that the government had come up with some sort of control device that they wear around their necks that can control anyone when activated.”
Matthew added, “She said they couldn’t control us with them because when we were born, the doctors forgot to inject us with something that made it work.”
Walter reached into his shirt and pulled out a round pendant and showed it to the boys. The pendant had six symbols
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