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Poetry
Dear
Diary
[Converted
to words from thought waves]
[Found during excavations in the year 5057 in the ruins of
Moneria, the great civilization.]
13 Maye 2869 A.D.
Dear diary,
Today was my 6th birthday. I've found this thought recorder in my
mother's attic. I spent the night walking there through the
tunnels and pathways, hiding. I must never let Mother see this.
They will confiscate this and find my mother's attic. Now I must
go. The bell for awakening will pulse soon.
24 Maye 2869 A.D.
Dear diary,
Tonight I lay in bed wondering, as I often do. Tonight, I wonder
about my mother, what she looked like. I vaguely remember her
telling me about the sun, the sky and the stars. About how
wonderful they are. One day, I shall see them.
10 June 2869 A.D.
Dear diary,
I travelled once again towards my mother's attic and found a small
piece of reflectory glass. I saw myself for the first time. I
wonder if I look like mother.
11 June 2869 A.D.
Dear diary,
I couldn't wait to record more. I am sleepy but I must. Mother
found my mind wandering in class. They punished me in isolation.
But all I could think of was the world outside the concrete. The
other women are now afraid of me. They are afraid I may someday
influence them to think bad thoughts. Is there something the
matter with my mind?
13 June 2869 A.D.
Dear diary,
I have been thinking again. Laying in bed and wondering. I wonder
about the days long gone. When thinking freely and questioning
others was rampant. I wonder why our conformity is so important.
Why we must never see the outside. Someday I shall find out.
Someday I shall see the true face behind Mother and the Union.
27 June 2869 A.D.
Dear diary,
Much has happened. I've been back and forth to mother's attic. I
think Mother may suspect my actions for I see them watching me
more closely now. I must fully submit to conformity so they may
never find the remnants of my mother.
1 July 2869 A.D.
Dear diary,
I was put in isolation once again, but for two days. Those films
about the danger of non-conformity play with my mind. Mother asked
me more than once about things that are not supplied by the Union.
I told them nothing.
5 July 2869 A.D.
Dear diary,
I've got hold of some color chemicals. I've colored the inside of
my bedcloth the color blue. My mother once said the color of the
sky was blue. Blue as far as the eye could see with patches of
white. Clouds. The color provides some comfort to me during the
nights as I lay wondering if my wandering mind is somehow as bad
as they tell me.
9 July 2869 A.D.
Dear diary,
Mother has put me in isolation once again for one day on the 7th.
They asked me about illegal objects again. I told them nothing. I
suspect they know about the attic. My mother, who once served the
Union. Who once rebelled. They will take action soon. I can feel
it. They will soon find my secrets and take them away. The other
women now fully ignore me.
14 July 2869 A.D.
Dear diary,
One year ago I have chosen this date to remember my mother. My
true mother. I chose this day to as a day to revive her in memory.
Mother is dangerously close to finding out. They watch me closely.
I'm not sure of how close they are but I must risk being found out
for this day is for my mother. I must go soon.
14 Februare 2870 A.D.
This diary was conjured during a moment of temporary incompetency.
I am now a servant of the Union, a Mother to the new generation
and my mother never existed. All information should be disregarded.
[End of record]
By: Babysista
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