It's been a year since all of this began. It's been a year since they took over. A year since we were forced into hiding. A year since we've seen sunlight. It's been a year since we were safe.
Here I am, unable to process thoughts without someone, or something, monitoring them, making sure I don't say, or think, anything that gives them a reason to kill me. The androids came last night. They took my brother away, just for asking a question. A question that I cannot repeat, that will get me killed. Yet, here I am, thinking as I please, pretending that there isn't a chip in my brain, or in anyone else's brain for that matter. But it's not true. Nothing is true. Soon they will edit my parents' memories, making them forget about Jacob, but I won't forget. I can't forget, and that's what makes me special. Most of my thoughts, I can make sure they aren't monitoring with ease, but some thoughts, I know they can, and that they will be. I'm just a dot that, every once in a while, shows up on the scanner. They know I exist, just not who I am, or how I can block out the strong radioactive wave that can kill people in less than .0000000000000000001 second. There are others like me, not many, but there are. People call us, "Hellions", though we're not troublesome, at least in my opinion. They have been trying to clone us, trying to bring us down, to kill us, but we've been getting stronger.