My grandmother would always tell me stories about a world where the human race didn't have to worry about water or oxygen rations. She told me this all stopped in the year 2051 when the planets' water reservoirs ran dry, and the oceans became so polluted with oil spills and factory wastes that the microorganisms essential for oxygen died out. She tells me even the worlds' richest people had their money stripped from them to provide the necessities to keep human civilizations afloat on this Earth. Even people on the news agreed. "The direction our planet is heading has no use for rich or poor," one reporter said. "All humans are equal…and perhaps if we had treated them as so we would not be nearing such a downfall for this once beautiful Earth."
It is now the year 2082. I am seventeen years old and can only imagine perfect worlds in my dreams. My grandmother assures me it was never a perfect world, but to have a constant supply of oxygen and water…that would be perfect. Don't get me wrong, there are still trees and water in this land, but not enough to live comfortably in this world.
I work with a group called the Renegades. We would do anything to bring back the previous state of the Earth. We are the only rebel group fighting against the Authorities. We have several plans and if they could be conducted properly, we might just be able to save the planet! But we have to be careful…we cannot do this unless we have some sort of outside help.