The Secret One

One planet, a population of approximately 9 billion, one evil leader. Each year everyone faces possible danger to the leader named Crimson Loren. A young man however, remains unknown to the leader, making his life harder due to narrow escapes of his secret existence. Getting caught can pose a serious punishment, but as long as he's careful, there will be no harsh punishment.


1. Diary Entry: #999

Diary entry: 999

Date: November 9th, 2070

Picture this. A world full of powerful mind reading machines. Each day, you have to walk on egg shells, careful of what you think. Every single year, everyone in your home city are to be gathered by their powerful leader, lined one by one. Scary guards with their machine guns, shotguns, pistols, and the worst of all, rifles. They put you in an anesthetic induced sleep, so that they can hook one of the mind reading machines directly to your brain. These powerful machines are able to withdraw information of every single word, thought, image, that was processed in your mind from the previous year, all the way up to the new year. The leader does this because he does not want a threat, or a murderer living in this city. It is a painful process to go through. Although the brain cannot feel pain directly, the patient wakes up with a headache so severe, that they bite down on any and everything to deal with the amount of torture. If you have had thoughts of killing a person, whether it be a family member, close friend, boyfriend, girlfriend, spouse, or the leader, you will be turned into a robot. Not just any phony robot like Robocop. They fry your brain, making you kill anyone opposing a threat to the city. You develop no feelings, you have no empathy, you are just their slave. I am lucky my parents kept my existence hidden. How they did it? I'm not sure, but as I got older, I learned how to hide my own self whenever the police knocks loudly on our front door. If my parents wouldn't have built my only friend, Havoc, then I'd be even more lost. He is a specially designed robot, he can be repaired if broken, or gets dismembered. Havoc looks exactly like a human, though. Black medium hair, 7 ft tall, very friendly to me, but evil if anyone ever hurt me. The only difference was that he had a pure glowing left eye, and a pure black right eye. Thank goodness they didn't supply him with a battery, or I'm sure his battery would drain a ton, and very fast. Right now, I can hear Havoc preparing my meal for me, and having a conversation with my parents. My parents consider him to be like their second son.


A sigh escaped my lips as I moved my pen away from my diary, after I was done writing inside of the brown sepia colored pages. No human will probably ever see what was written inside, nor ever see my face. It was quite lonely for my age, nineteen years old and no one to talk to besides my family, and Havoc. I understand they want to keep me safe, but I would have chosen living a controlling life, than no other social life at all. All I had was this journal, the four walls, my best friend, and a gaze outside of my window every now and then. It sucks that I can't see when it gets dark, but there are always guards flashing their flashlights, which is enough to help me see for only a second. My parents made sure I had the best room inside of our home, though. I am grateful for that. They built this huge basement specially for me, and the door is password protected if you want to enter. I was exhausted from all of my thinking, so I crawled inside of my blankets, sprawling out on my light blue bedspread. All I did was think while looking at the ceiling. It's all I could do, maybe it's good that I AM away from the guards, leader, and this corrupt city. My life is a love/hate relationship with myself. I hate myself for being such a huge thinker and living in my thoughts. I love myself for being creative, and having something to do in my alone time. I write daily about different possible outcomes of what my life could have been like if my parents weren't so scared of losing me. These stories I write usually end well, and my entire family ends up escaping from this damaged planet we live on, to the one they called "Earth." I wanted to visit Earth someday. Legend has it that the population of humans have gone extinct now though, due to mass killings, mass nuclear bombs, and just the downfall of mankind. I hope that our world never comes down to what happened to Earth.

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