In the Future. . .

Article 192 of the Declaration of Unification set down the by High Council of the United Nation of Humanity states that no person shall be unauthorized by the government and should a person be bred, the offenders shall be permanently removed and if found, said created person shall be terminated as humane.

Humane? Is it humane to kill a woman in her prime?

I cried myself to sleep every night for the last twelve years because I couldn't understand why she had to die. I was told the reason, but I will never accept their reason. I was eight years old and my mother was at the prime of her life when they came in the night. I will never accept their reason.

They will "remove" me for this dabbling, but I am already doomed. It is only a matter of time. I was condemned since my birth by Article 192. I didn't even have a chance.

My mother came from the society of hidden Naturalists. My father never knew until that day they came. He practically handed her over when he found out. As a child, it was devastating, as an adult, it is unforgivable.

When I was conceived, my DNA was supposed to have been searched and "fixed," manipulated so that I would have immunity against most diseases and prone to whatever job my parents choose at the time. "Each human is unique, but the concept behind genetic manipulation is that some of what makes us unique needs fixing (Perspective 1)."

My mother never had this "improvement" done. She lied to my father because she had been conceived without government approval; the Naturalist way. I am a Naturalist without ever having realized it and the term, "Naturalist" is the polite way of saying what I am. Others would call me an "Inferior."

My birth was how they traced my mother to her "crime." It took them eight years, but they finally found her. There are days that I feel guilty about that.

I had turned eight the night before and we were sitting around the table eating the rest of the cake from my party. I was being nosy, asking all sorts of genetic questions; it was the basis of our studies in the grade three classroom. Next year I would move onto the study of the Declaration of Unification and its birth. Quite exciting…

"Why don't you like genetics, mother? Grandpa likes it." I was never a subtle child.

"Eliminating one genetic disease might leave our grandchildren vulnerable to another disorder, for example. Trying to make people taller, or smarter, or more beautiful could carry a similar risk. Genetic perfection is tempting, but it's just too dangerous (Perspective 2)." My mother replied smoothly.

"Careful, Livvy. They have ears everywhere." My father warned offhandedly.

He was right, so horribly right.

No sooner had he said that then a banging against our door started. I remember looking to my mother who had drained of all color and my father, who calmly stood and walked over to the door.

The Humanity Police burst through our door, knocking my father into the wall beside it. There was yelling and guns pointed. A few turned to my father, who raised his hands in surrender. One man came and grabbed my arm, hulling me over to the couch in the leaving room and tossing me onto the cushions. I could see his eyes, staring at me with such confusion, unsure whether to treat me as an "Inferior" or to treat me as the daughter of a High Council member.

The rest moved to my mother. Two grabbed her arms, pulling her out of her seat. The others kept their guns trained on her. Tears ran down my mother's cheeks, but she said nothing to them as they dragged her through the house. She was stopped when they came to me.

"Is she an Inferior?"

"No!" My father still stood my the door, unmoving and unspeaking until now. "She is not."

The Humanity Police nodded and continued toward the door with my mother. I jumped up from the couch, running after her. My father caught me before the police did, thank goodness. He lifted me from the ground and held me so I could not follow.

My mother glanced back every chance she could, trying to reach back for me. It was horrid. My mother was the white figure amongst the black, armored beasts that carried her off down the stairs and past the neighbors that she once showed so much love her. They didn't even move to help her or defend her. She was an Inferior who must be terminated.

In truth, I had believed in that very same thought moments before they took her. I thought that it was the only humane thing to do for those people. How could I have thought such a thing? My whole view changed in an instant, but I couldn't say a word about it.

I had to be careful from then on. My father made sure that I said only what would be approved by the High Council and himself. I had to be made into the perfect daughter for him. The whole of the United Nation of Humanity had turned its eyes to me.

I've disappeared from the public view now. When my father resigned, I became unimportant. It took ten years for that to happen. I had ten years of being scrutinized and watched from every corner.

I miss her everyday. I miss her strength to go against everything that we had been taught from the earliest of days and everyday I strive to be like her. Perhaps I will continue her work, I hope to.

"Chamberwoman?" One of my assistants came into my office.

I turned and started at the young man, two years older than I. Just two years older and still he was an assistant. He parents had "selected" him to be that way. I felt bad for the poor man. "Yes?"

"Norman Marc is here to see you."

"Send him in."

Norman Marc, a man in his forties was the leader of the underground Naturalist movement. He wasn't known in public as such, though. In public he was the government of the Northern State Territory, formerly called Michigan during the twentieth century.

"Good afternoon, I'm Norman Marc." He walked in and introduced himself.

I smiled and extended his hand. "I'm Olivia Buchana of the High Chambers."

"Yes, I know." He replied politely. "Your father was High Councilman Buchana."

"Yes, well, I haven't worked to his level yet." I sat back into my chair.

"One more step."

"Yes, one more step." I whispered to myself.

"Why am I here, begging my abruptness, chamber woman." He took a seat before me.

"I want to tell you first that this room is secure. No earpieces or video cameras are allowed into my private office." I informed him. "You can speak freely."


"Secondly, I want to know everything about the Naturalist movement. I want to help the cause."

"Why is that?" Marc leaned forward, interested and cautious all at once.

"Because I am a Naturalist."