December 8, 2143

Dear Diary,

This will be my first diary entry, and, possibly, my last. I can only say this; it is not safe anywhere.

Signed,

Anonymous

December 11, 2143

Dear Diary,

Nothing much happened today. Jason in security was sent to the Room Below for stumbling into Room Alpha-5. He might have done it on purpose, but that doesn’t matter. He saw what they are working on, so he has to die. Sadly, they won’t deny this fact. Their minds are so sick and twisted that they think that people will forget the people that die out of fear. The depressing thing is that their right.

Signed,

Anonymous

December 14, 2143

Dear Diary,

I went to church today. People were suspicious of me. I doubt they’ll report me though; I “donate” to the church as many times as I can.

They call this society a democracy. It’s a one party system though. The last time I can remember a free election is in 2123. Somehow, even without the Republican brainwash- they don’t need to since the last time we had a Democrat, a real one and not just a puppet, in the White House, My great-grandfather was young.

I am running out of scratch paper. I’ll get back to you in a year Diary. Maybe then I’ll tell you my name.

Signed,

Anonymous