The Note

"You don't understand! None of you do! I am telling the truth here! I am a God fearing woman y'hear?"

"Yes Mrs Jenkins, we just need you to sit down quietly, we can help you."

"I don't need your flamin' help! There is nothing you can do for me now! I need to get out of here, my husband and my son are in trouble!"

"I am not sure what you are referring to Ma'am, we are all perfectly safe. Nothing has endangered the lives of people on this planet in thousands of years. Please, sit still."

"No! Stop lolly-gaggin' lad! I need to get home!...What are ya..what's that for? I don't need no shots...I....I..."

"Goodnight Mrs Jenkins."

"Start Recording.
My name is Callie Harris. It is the year 2009 A.E.
The planet Arcon, Sector Five has been unthreatened for centuries.
Humans have evolved no further than they had D.E. times.
No flying cars, no lycra jumpsuits. We are still a race of heartless, mindless beings.
We are consumers, that is our primary function. We have not yet failed in this function.
I am human, yet something is not right.
Change is coming, we all feel it, yet we all deny it. It is like our primal survival instinct has been surpressed so we cannot even defend ourselves in times of need.
Revolution is coming.
I will be here to witness it."

I put down my hand-held voice memorium device. I knew my book was not going anywhere, yet every day like clockwork, I would make a ridiculous entry.
My life was a stand-still.
"Nothing will ever happen to me," was the mantra that repeated in my head time after time.

I was soon to find out just how wrong I was.