There once was a world of freedom, pride and joy. My great grandmother Susie use to tell me stories of those days. Once upon a time, they had nicknames for people they cared for such as honey and my love. Now, we just call each other by the birth names given to us – but the officials such as police officers, state agencies and government don’t see us with names or as humans. We’re just workers – day in and day out, we’re simply numbers. Apparently a long time ago Susie said there were things called “freedom of internet” and "freedom of speech". It’s amazing to think of the computers and all the “sites” as she calls them. Something called Facebook where you can be friends with anyone from anywhere – share photographs, and write public post. Anyone could speak up for anything, and anywhere. That’s no longer aloud anymore. The officials took it all away, the freedom, the pride, the joy – and our people never fought back.
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America: The Revolution
Non-FictionBased in the year 2065 - Samantha Riley is about to turn eighteen years old when she starts to become unsettled with the orders she receives from the officials of Washington D.C. America has changed since her great grandmother Susie's time. Susie ha...
