The Colony

 Searching for refuge and the people of enlightenment, I escaped. No one knew me anyway and all of my relatives had gone on with their lives. Sadly, I didn’t exist anymore. I’d become invisible, a well known person who decided to move on from the common way. I began to read more. Politically, I’d come to accept that a lot of people were in another world, they were religiously insane while I sought a life of independent thinking. I’d become isolated from society, it was like I spoke another language. It was as though I’d become a black sheep even around Easter. The message seemed different. I’d moved on and learned a better pathway to happiness. I spent my time studying and slowly realizing that human nature revolved around comfort. People wandering through the wilderness not knowing who they were. I’d become well studied, an outsider and outcast seeking a life with new friends somewhere beyond the old rundown city living life in a colony. We all knew the truth while everyone else waited for someone to save us all. We the people who lived in the colony had come to accept that it was our choice to take the red pill and that choice couldn’t be undone as long as we lived on earth. While everyone else lived a basic life with family and friends we were creating a forcefield around our colony to protect us from the bombs. We were informed.