Devin Jeneau WWR Contributor

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Day One

I found a note while walking home. Not just any note. It was stuck to a piece of wood with a red tag attached to it. Usually red tags mean to keep something in place for official use. This wood was in an odd place, on the side of the convenience store, next to the bus stop. Usually this would have been reported to the authorities, but an unusual bout of curiosity made me look. The note read to stop taking my medications and keep a handwritten journal.

Day Six

My thoughts are starting to become clear. Tonight is the first meeting, at least that’s what the note said. I have told no one, not even my wife, Esther. I will go to this meeting and hope this isn’t a trick.

Day Eighteen

The meeting was true. There are others that have received the same kind of note in different locations. Others have stopped taking their medications. We are calling ourselves Clarities. Now that the fog has lifted, let me explain a few things for whomever may find this

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journal in the future. My name is Mark. I am a lawyer in the year 2153. During the postindustrial age in the early 2000’s, there was an era developing at the same time that is now called the prepharmaceutical years. That was when big pharma companies began to control the health industry in any way possible. In 2092, pharma companies succeeded in their goals and started the Pharmaceutical Era. At this same time, normal, everyday people finally got their wishes for equality. Except this equality was under pharmaceutical agenda. Everyone was to take these medications every day that eventually dulls the mind and made people more complicit. Over time, pharma started messing with people’s genetics. All women have shoulder-length blonde hair, men have brown hair close to the scalp, and everyone was the same tan skin color. In the beginning, people weren’t doing what they were told. After riots, protests, and several “accidental” deaths, the government came up with FASMA: Federal Assigned Search and Monitor Act. This started weekly inspections to make sure people were swallowing their pills,

video monitoring in every room of the house, all electronic activity was recorded, and even food was regulated and given out during these inspections. This food came in individual packages for each person. I heard these things used to be called “MRE’s” and given to military personnel or emergency rations, but they’re just called “food” now. My shower is over. WWR.

Day Twenty-Three

As my mind grows clearer, I feel as if I need to explain more, little by little. I am only able to write in the short privacy during my shower so the microphones don’t pick up the sounds of my writing. Showers are timed to keep people on routine. Men get twenty minutes, women get thirty.

Starting two years after FASMA came around, people began to have less and less of a choice about anything. Names and careers are assigned by the government the day a child is born. I was assigned to be a lawyer and my wife is a midwife for one of the only two hospitals in the city. The last natural made child was back in 2094. Every child is artificially inseminated. A married couple doesn’t even choose each other. When someone turns eighteen they are assigned a wife or husband that they may, or may not know. They are told when, or if, they will have children and how many, one or two. I was lucky. I grew up with Esther down the road from me. We were assigned to have two children; a son named Abraham, and a daughter named Ruth. “How do they regulate childbirth?” you may ask. Starting at the age of three, a child begins to get bi-yearly hormone suppressors that kills the sex drive. As this child gets older, the suppressors become more frequent. At age sixteen, a hormone suppressor is now done monthly. When it is around the time for a couple to have a child, their suppressors are halted only long enough for the man’s juices to flow and that is it.

Since the beginning of the pharmaceutical era, there have only been two main kinds of death: cancer or diabetic complications. If someone is born with diabetes, that’s how they will die. If someone is not born with diabetes, they will die of cancer. No one lives over the age of 80. The last suicide was reported in 2096 when the brain control pills were perfected. No one thinks for themselves, only compliance. WWR.

Day Forty-Two:

There have been three meetings since I have first found that note. With every meeting, I learn more and more of what the past used to be like. Televisions, bright colors, recreational reading books, and

music. There have been a growing number of members. This is all thanks to Dr. John Nehemiah. He is the one who has been spreading the enlightenment. I got my son to stop his medications, the ones that prevent independent thought. He is a good boy, age thirteen. He will start working in three years, and I worry about him so much. He was chosen to become a FASMA inspector. They have been training him since he could talk at age five.

I had to go to court today. Poor Sara. She had tripped while walking and skinned her palms. She had run her hands through her hair, unknowing that they were bleeding, and left red streaks in her blonde hair. The authorities saw it as unauthorized self-expression and arrested her. When she stood at the stand, she couldn’t remember how the red got into her hair. They sentenced her to six months of isolation. I don’t know why they have people like me anymore. They don’t even give people the chance to defend themselves. They have already made up their minds and slam the grovel. WWR.

Day Fifty-Seven

I saw Dr. John at the hospital three days ago. It was time for the faithful hormone suppressor. Dr. John checked on personally, except something was different. He didn’t inject me with the serum. He held the needle over my vein, covered the needle with a cloth, and absorbed the serum with the cloth.

Esther had been skipping her medication for two weeks now. I have never felt this excitement towards my wife. My pulse races, and I get flushed when I see her. I sneaked into her shower last night and made love to her, like a husband and wife would have over a century ago. It was the best feeling in the world! Why would anyone deny someone these feelings? WWR!

Day Sixty

They came. The enforcers came. With their guns. Guns that normal civilians aren’t allowed to have. They were asking questions. Why would I shower with my wife? What was I doing in there? Ruth was crying. She was scared. Esther had her in the corner of the kitchen with her and Abraham while I was seated at the table for questioning. One enforcer grabbed her, grabbed my little Ruth with such force. They dislocated my baby’s shoulder! They said if I didn’t answer their questions they would take her away. Abraham, in his adolescence, rushed the enforcers instead of staying by his mother. They pushed him to the floor and shot him. Dead. Everything went silent. Esther fell to the floor, kneeling in

Abraham’s pooling blood. I have never seen Esther cry before. This is all my fault! I watched in shock as they took my daughter away, leaving me and my wife on the floor next to our dead son. WWR!

Day Eighty-Six

Abraham’s death was the final straw for all of us. Esther threw herself off the cliff two miles from our home. I was there. I gave her one last kiss before she fell backwards into the jagged rocks below.

So this was all for equality? For everyone to be the same? For a lawyer to make the same amount of money as a convenience store cashier? For everyone to look and be treated the same? For everyone to have the same boring, two bedroom, one bathroom, gray colored house?

We are thousands strong now! There are Clarities through several cities, through several states. We are going to turn the world upside down! We are taking down every pharma headquarters in every city. It starts tomorrow!

WE WILL RI