Cyberpunk manifesto part 3

The System. Centuries-old, existing on principles that hang no more today. A System that has not changed much since the day of its birth. The System is designed to make it easy to accept what it tells you, and to make it hard to filter the Truth from the lies. The System is fascist, the System is deceptive, and the System is bureaucracy. The System is essentially the rule of the institution over the individual.

To persist, the System requires control, and in democratic societies it maintains this control by filtering people's view of reality through corporate-owned mass media and television. In essence, the System requires a form of thought control, but not in the science fiction sense. Instead, it achieves an effective enough manner of thought control by manufacturing consent. The large majority of the public has to "buy in". They have to believe that the news media give them an accurate picture of the world. And by and large, they do believe this. Everything the general public knows about the world, they know through the System.

Note that while some media outlets do actively promote a political agenda of domination and control, on the whole it is not through some grand conspiracy that this process (or any process of the System) functions. It is simply the way mass media is organized. Mass media is a machine that exists as a profit maximizing entity, and the most profitable news (and the cheapest news to produce) is recycled soundbytes and pre-packaged press releases from corporations and government.

Furthermore, people must be insulated from the creative process. They have to forget that they are able to produce craft as individuals independent of large institutions, and they must feel entirely dependent upon the system to provide them with what they need. It is mostly through the violation of this principle that many who work with computers come to free themselves, or at least come to see the System for what it is.

Despite being products of the System (for the most part), computers and the Internet enable humans to create individual works on a global scale: independent media, self-publishing, Free Open Source Software, computer music, computer art and graphics, and so on. Computers also enable independent people to communicate and build human-serving social structures outside of the System.

We fight for freedom of information. We fight for freedom of speech and press. For the freedom to express our thoughts freely, without being persecuted by the system.

Cyberpunk manifesto part 2

Society

 

The Society which surrounds us is clogged with concervacy pulling everything and everybody to itself, while it sinks slowly in the quicksands of time. However doggedly some refuse to believe it, it is obvious that we live in a sick society. The so called reforms which our governments so adeptly use to boast, are nothing else but a little step forward, when a whole jump can be done.

People fear the new and unknown. They prefer the old, the known and checked truths. They are afraid of what the new can bring to them. They are afraid that they can lose what they have. Their fear is so strong that it has proclaimed the revolutional a foe and  the free idea - its weapon.

People must leave this fear behind and go ahead. What's the sense to stick to the little you have now when you can have more tomorrow. Everything they must do is stretch their hands and feel for the new; give freedom to thoughts, ideas, to words.

For centuries each generation has been brought up in a same pattern. Ideals is what everybody follows. Individuality is forgotten. People think in a same way, following the cliche drilled in them in childhood, the cliche-education for all children: And, when someone dares defy authority, he is punished and given as a bad example. "Here is what happens to you when you express your own opinion and deny your teacher's one". Our society is sick and need to be healed. The cure is a change in the system.

Alex Foster chapter 6

I was sitting in the bed when Alex came inside. “What you are doing here?”, I asked. “I came to save you, but I`m not sure how to get you out. I really don`t want to shoot everybody.”,Alex said. “Do you have RFID tag like me?” I remembered that Alex`s colleague had put something in my neck and said they would always know where I am. “Yeah, in my neck. How you will get it out?”

Alex grinned: “I wont, but I can nuke it with microvawes. I`m sorry, this will hurt a lot, but It`s not dangerous.” and took plastic gun from his bag. He shooted my neck and I almost yelled from pain. It felt like my neck was on fire, but three seconds later it was over, and I didn`t have any burn or wound on my neck. “What the hell that was?!”, I hissed.

“I`m sorry, this is not meant to use on humans. This is advanced version from putting your schoolbooks in microvawe oven so you can ditch from school and go play ARG`s in streets, like we did in high school.” Alex said looking embrassed.

I sighed. “Okay, I forgive you, but lets get out of here. Don`say we have to run from here.”

“No we don`t, I have swoop board that Alex built, it`s twice as fast as regular swoop boards. Let`s just hope they don`t shoot the fuel tank or we will be in big trouble, or  should I say, in big explosion.”

Alex Foster chapter 5

Janus had given me the address of Morpheus, who was the admin of Hidden Wiki and also sold illegal weapons and fake ID`s. I didn`t really like him, I mean, I was thankful of his site, and what he wrote about the System was awesome, but I knew he sold guns to assassins who worked for politicians and many corporate owners used his laundry services.

Once I got microwave/laser gun from Morpheus, I started to pack for a getaway. I stuffed my self-built laptop, radiophone, voice changer and money in my backpack when someone knocked the door. “Hi, can me and my brother come with you guys? I really have to get Nika safe from our parents.”, Janus said from the door. Behind him stood skinny 11-year-old boy with light, slightly curly hair, hiding behind his back. In his eyes I saw sadness and pain, but also courage and warmness.

That didn`t suprise me, considering everything he has gone through, but what did was the patience and understanding I saw. That wasn`t too common even in adults, yet alone in a boy his age. Then I understood, he was Angel.

After the “Rebel of Angels” in 2030, Angels had got their civil rigts and no one was kept as slave anymore. Today it was almost impossible to tell who was Angel except from their personality, because of medicine that prevented their wings from growing.

“Of course you can, see you tomorrow here, okay?”

The next day at work I was really nervous. I was sure that my colleagues knew what I was going to do, and that any moment guards would come and arrest me. When it finally was 2pm, I was relieved and left my workplace. I walked down the underground corridors to the locked room where A`rya was kept. Getting into the room was easy, but how I would get her out?

Forgotten children 19. chapter

Me and Alex had joined the demonstration immediately after we heard the shouts and drumming to our room. It was chaotic, people squeezes against us, polices were fighting against each other, and from time to time I heard howl of pain when someone had gotten shock from stun gun. There wasn`t any real guns because no one wanted to kill anyone, but electric shock to arm or leg, not to mention blinding tear gas, prevented all action just as effectively.

At first I wasn`t sure if we were winning or not, but after three hours, when more and more people had joined us and polices changed side, after they had noticed any reinforcements weren`t coming, it was clear we would win. Finally, when it was almost ten and started getting dark, we got the last polices handcuffed. When people noticed that battle was over and we had won, they started to shout, laugh and hug each other, the tension of past hours was dissolved in joy.

When people had calmed down, one man, probably group`s leader, climbed on top of car and began to speak to megaphone: "Thank you to all who took part in this demonstration. We won today, but the fight is not over yet. The wounded will be taken to Angel City and the rest of us will join with protesters from other cities. When the promised fighters will join us, together we have over 300 000 protesters, nothing can stop us. Then we will march to Los Angeles!"

I programmed my first game!

confirm("Are you ready to play?");
var age=prompt("How old are you?");
if (age<18) { console.log("You can play but I take no resbonsibility. Have fun!"); }
else { console.log("Play and have fun!"); }
console.log("Snow White and Batman were hanging out at the bus stop, waiting to go to the shops. There was a sale on and both needed some new threads. You've never really liked Batman. You walk up to him.");
console.log("Batman glares at you.");
var userAnswer=prompt("Are you feeling lucky, punk?");
if (userAnswer==="yes") {console.log("Batman hits you very hard. It's Batman and you're you! Of course Batman wins!");}
else {console.log("You did not say yes to feeling lucky. Good choice! You are a winner in the game of not getting beaten up by Batman.");}
var feedback=prompt("Rate the game 1-10");
if (feedback>7) {console.log("This is just the beginning of my game empire. Stay tuned for more!");}
else {console.log("I slaved away at this game and you gave me that score?! The nerve! Just you wait!");}
What you think about my game? It`s of course very simple, but I only started to learn programming six days ago :)

Cyberpunk manifesto

We are those, the Different. Technological rats, swimming in the ocean of information.

We are the retiring, little kid at school, sitting at the last desk, in the corner of the class room.  We are the teenager everybody considers strange. We are the student hacking computer systems, exploring the depth of his reach. We are the grown-up in the park, sitting on a bench, laptop on his knees, programming the last virtual reality.

We are those that see reality in a different way. Our point of view shows more than ordinary people can see. They see only what is outside, but we see what is inside. That's what we are - realists with the glasses of dreamers.

We are those strange people, almost unknown to the neighborhood. People, indulged in their own thoughts, sitting day after day before the computer, ransacking the net for something. We do not have many friends, only a few with whom we go to parties. Everybody else we know we know on the net. Our real friends are there, on the other side of the line. We know them from our favorite IRC channel, from the News-Groups, from the systems we hang-around.

We are those who don't give a shit about what people think about us, we don't care what we look like or what people talk about us in our absence. The majority of us likes to live in hiding, being unknown to everybody except those few we must inevitably contact with. Others love publicity, they love fame. They are all known in the underground world. Their names are often heard there. But we are all united by one thing - we are Cyberpunks.

Society does not understand us, we are "weird" and "crazy" people in the eyes of the ordinary people who live far from information and free ideas. They deny us for we think like free people, and free thinking is forbidden.

Alex Foster chapter 4

Three days later, when we were playing and eating nachos, I got call from army lab. “What`s wrong? I still have four days off from work”, I asked. “I`m sorry Mr. Foster, but we have problems with hybrid. She is physically and mentally perfectly developed, but refuses to perform her tasks in simulation. Can you come and fix her?” Of course I had no other option than say yes, after all I was still just a student.

 

“Hi..”, I began to ask, until I realised that I didn`t know her name. “What`s your name?”

“I`m A`rya”, she said smirking, which looked pretty scary because of her long, snake-like teeth. “So A`rya, I heard you had problems with commanders. Why you didn`t perform your tasks in simulation?”

 

“Why I would kill man that hasn`t hurt anybody, just because they told me so? I don`t even know who they are, I certainly don`t think they are any better. They may have created me, but they don`t own me, and I don`t have any part in their war.” Then I understood, she was good person, and I didn`t want to turn her into murderer. But she was too intelligent and dangerous that they would let her go. I had to save her.

 

After I left work, I started to figure out what I would need to save her and run away. I already had swoop board, stun gas and hacking programme in USB stick that I could use to open electronic locks, but I needed money and some kind of gun. Money was easy, Frank had lot of BitCoins, so I only had to go to automat that changed BitCoins to cash. Then I went to see our friend Janus, who was Harlequin.

 

In Liberty Army,(that was main group of NTAO25), there was two kinds of members. Pathfinders like Frank, Echelon and I were developing better systems and informing others, while Harlequins were kind of like guards. They protected young members who didn`t yet understand the thruth about surveillance and System, and also activists in demonstrations.

Janus in Harlequin uniform

Alex Foster chapter 3

In high school I met Frank, clumsy and manic nerd, who soon became my best friend. He had had growth spurt in summer and was really awkward with his long arms and legs, but he was also best gamer in NTC and beat even many professional gamers. Maybe he could be world champion, had he not stopped competing only 3 years later, when he got tired of being a celebrity and got interested about game designing.

He still loved playing virtual games, though, and had teach a lot to Echelon and I. Last few moths we had played a game called Underground New York, where players were either members of gang or policies, fighting against each other, while trying to take the lead in own side. Best part of the game was that it wasn`t played only in game site, but around the web and in real life. Frank, Echelon and I were gang members, so in game we take part of street races, tuned up cars, shot policies and run away with swoop boards and motorbikes.

But that was only covert to Serious alternate reality game called Never Trust Anyone Over 25. In Never Trust Anyone Over 25, that was created by organisation called Sustainable, Anonymous and Free Economy (SAFE), players are fighting against abuses of authority, internet surveillance, and developing better systems, such as Project Schools, Resource Economy, Free Press... The players search and share information in Deep Web and Xnet, share music, books, games and programmes for free, and use hacktivism and jamming to defeat NSA.


We also had to look for information in Deep Web, use cheat codes and find clues in mysterious websites and streets, but because of Frank was very talented player and hacker, and we had many friends who helped us, we beat everyone.

 

 

Alex`s apartment in Underground eXperiment. I love that Matrix screensaver!

What is the Matrix?

Don't trust 'em as far

As you can throw 'em

Because as strong as you may be

You won't be able to move 'em an inch

But you don't have to believe me

Go ahead and be the corporate stooge

That they trained you to be

And then you'll see what you get for your loyalty

They call it, 'Down sizing'

But that's just a backhanded saying

For the phrase, 'We're gonna screw you

Until you're down on your knees'

In my opinion, The Matrix films provide the best metaphor our society has for understanding why organized evil and oppression are allowed to exist. The Matrix is not the physical world. As far as I'm concerned, the physical world is actually real and is in fact governed  by the laws of physics. Matrix is also not the Internet, despite what many seem to believe. The Matrix covers both these worlds.

So then, what is it? Well, that's complicated. Much like in the movie, it's nearly impossible to convey the size and scope of the Matrix to someone who doesn't already see it for what it is.  The Matrix is the social structure that enslaves humans to its will. It is the machinery of society that exists only to maintain itself, its influence, and its power independent of any human need.

It divides us from each other and ourselves through deception, and transforms us into servile engines of economic and political power. The machines that live off this power are institutions: large corporations, governments, schools, religious institutions, and even non-profit orgs. Every institution will reach a point in its existence where its primary function becomes self-preservation, instead of serving human need.

At this point it becomes a machine of the Matrix. For example, when they become machines, governments no longer serve people but instead seek to extend their power over them; corporations prioritize increasing shareholder value over producing quality products or otherwise serving the public good; schools view students as a means and not an end;  

and non-profits and charities spend more budget on fund raising activity than on their original focus. Inevitably all large institutions eventually become machines. They become too big for humanity.

You see it every day, everywhere

On the TV screen

Each time a different face or family

But it's always the same

"We worked here all our lives

Gave them everything we had

And now they say they're gonna move the factory

To a Third World country where the labor is cheap

But the fact, my friend, that you don't see

Is the money you spend on the goods they make

Supports their methods of abuse on the Third World scene

And in your very own backyard, yes, your country

So I won't be the consumer that they want me to be

Because the goods I own aren't going to set me free

So I won't buy that crap they want to sell me

Because the goods I own won't set anyone free

Lyrics from Consumer`s song by Anti Flag, ideas from Morpheus, smartest boylover in Deep Web :)

Alex Foster 2. chapter

Alex stared the hospital bed, where the “woman” was sleeping. It hardly could be called human: It had long, poisonous teeth coming out of her mouth, perfect bone structure and muscles, not to mention her wings and scorpion spike. Suddenly woman wake up, and Alex saw her cat-like eyes widened in horror. It screamed, unable to speak, and doctors rushed to calm her down. Eventually they managed to take her to instant learning chair, that would download everything into her brains, and turn her to dangerous weapon we intend to create.

My part was over, and they gave me week off from work, so Frank decided to skip the rest of the day and celebrate. We take high-speed train to downtown and buyed a pizza on the way to comic store where Frank sometimes worked. Why we went there, you wonder? Well, in the staff room, there was stairs to underground tunnels and our loft apartment was just under the comic store.

Frank had lived his whole live in Underground, because his parents wanted bigger apartment than they could have afforded above, and there was also much cleaner air and safer. He had spent most of his childhood reading comics and playing computer games. My sister Echelon and I had lived very different life.

We had moved around the USA and were homeschooled, and after I turned seven, (Echelon was nine at the time), we moved around the world with our mum who worked in sustainable development projects. We lived in Mexico, Brazil, Indonesia, India and even Afghanistan, and learnt things you can't learn in school, such as native languages, mythology, martial arts, parkour and kite fighting. By the time I was 15 and returned to USA, I had much more knowledge than average high school student.

Alex Foster

Alex is 22 year old, short and skinny guy with brown hair and dark green eyes. He studies genetics in university, is interested in politics, computers, writing and drawing. He keeps a free press blog, has friends in Underground eXperiment and runs his computer as relay of Deep Web, which has lead to problems with authorities.

He is friendly, hardworking and creative, but he has difficulty of trusting other people and focus what he should do (is often lost in his thoughts). He has lots of ideas and is not afraid of anything, but doesn`t know what he should believe or do.

Then, one sunny beautiful day came, and Alex was forced to make a decision that would not only change his live, but the whole world: Would he dare to become society`s villain in order to save it from nightmare?

 

 

 

Chapter one

 

Alex walked in campus with his friend Frank. Or Frank was flying with his swoop board, scaring other students, but he just laughed to their angry glares. Today he was manic, and there was nothing you could do to make him act like grown up. Alex was actually little jealous about his carefree mood.

 

He was worried about what was happening in army lab where he worked. They had managed to create hybrid animals with genes from at least ten different animals and artificials parts, and he was afraid that they would use the same technology to humans, creating some kind of super-soldiers.

 

Normally any student wouldn`t be allowed to work here, especially when he has friends in Underground eXperiment, but Alex was one of most promising students in university and the lab was only good place to learn about genetic modification and stem cells, so here he studied his two last years.

 

Frank studied game designing, so Alex waved to his red haired friend and agreed to meet him in library during lunch. Alex walked to laboratory, gate read his RFID chip and after he gave his fingerprint, it allowed him to go inside. The team had managed to grew functionable brains from stem cells few days ago, and today they would print a hybrid human with bioprinter and  join the brains in the body, hopefully managing to bring it alive.

 

New Tech Polis

After New York was destroyed in Oil War, the government build New Tech Polis, were lives 15 million people. All energy is produced with solar panels and fuel cells from water, or by burning wastes. Most work is done by robots or immigrants, only most intelligent and creative persons have jobs as scientist or factory manager, the rest spend their either watching TV or doing voluntary work.

The economy is based on resources instead of competition and debt, and everyone has as much energy and food they need, thanks to artificial meat and genetic modification. Everyone are not happy, though. The citizens are under surveillance all the time, there is no privacy or own space because there lives too many people.

That`s why some of people have moved outside the system, to self-sufficient cities like Atlantis, or Underground eXperiment, hacker-artist community under the city. There lives also many of Alex`s friends.

New Tech Polis

After New York was destroyed in Oil War, the government build New Tech Polis, were lives 15 million people. All energy is produced with solar panels and fuel cells from water, or by burning wastes. Most work is done by robots or immigrants, only most intelligent and creative persons have jobs as scientist or factory manager, the rest spend their either watching TV or doing voluntary work.

The economy is based on resources instead of competition and debt, and everyone has as much energy and food they need, thanks to artificial meat and genetic modification. Everyone are not happy, though. The citizens are under surveillance all the time, there is no privacy or own space because there lives too many people.

That`s why some of people have moved outside the system, to self-sufficient cities like Atlantis, or Underground eXperiment, hacker-artist community under the city. There lives also many of Alex`s friends.

 

Forgotten children 18. chapter

Man in a black suit steps out of car in front of shady club. The club is on the edge of city center, only few blocks away from the place of illegal street races and shoes hanging on power lines, marking either drug selling or some gang member`s place of death. In the other direction, where he just came from, was expensive hotels and trendy night clubs. Here would had been much more pleasant to meet, Henry Evergreen didn`t like gangs or drugs, but he didn`t wanted policies or journalist to know the truth about his transactions. He, like all politicians and bankers, was involved in dirtier things than most prisoners.

He had never felt empathy or love, but lately he had felt like he was dead inside. He was like a machine that seeks for power and money, and tramples everyone under his feet, and he didn`t knew if he was still able to laugh. Then he shook his head, now wasn`t time for self-pity. He had came here to meet NSA leader and some of the congressmen, because they had heard worrying rumors from Suburbia. Policies had either changed side or been captured, and the army refused to attacking their own citizens. It seemed that nothing could be done, but they could not let the rebels win, or everything would fall apart. He knew that they had gone too far, intimidating and spying on people, not to mention everything that they had concealed, or blood that they had washed from their hands with money.

If it all is revealed to the masses ... He felt a shiver of horror at the thought of it, nothing would be able to hold the enraged and frustrated crowd. The world would experience a huge change, and they wouldn`t survive without great losses. 

Forgotten children 17. chapter

Jeff, his siblings, Benjamin and I were laying on the couch, watching TV and eating pizza and candies (Why we would eat something healthy, when we were allowed to eat whatever we wanted?), when the programme was suddenly intrrupted because of extra news broadcast.

 There had been an outbreak of thousands of people and Angels in protests, in Suburbia and five other cities. The Angels were all "stolen" or unreported, and there was rumors that AF-society was behind the protests, so polices had been sent to disperse the protests, altough you could see from the video that almost half of the police officers had changed side and the crowd was winning.

"We have to join in the protest!",Jeff exclaimed exitedly. Jenny looked at her big brother like he had finally gone crazy and sighed: "Idiot, those polices have guns, and soon they will propably ask the army to come here or something. What we, six kids, could do?"

"So what? What if Jessie was Angel, would you just let them take her to some place where she is beaten and abused, without doing anything?", Jeff asked provocatively. "Of course not!", Jenny snapped. "What is different now, then, don`t we have to do anything as long as it is for some unknown person, but we do expect others to come to help us when it comes to Jessie?"

That silenced Jenny. "Alright then, but don`t get into trouble, okay?", she said, already given in. "Of course not, when I had ever been in trouble?", Jeff asked over innocently, and Jenny sighed like she was a mother of childs in defiance age, which, in fact, wasn`t far from truth.

Forgotten children 16. chapter

Luckily I got at least one friend. Jeff had also been abandoned by his parents, his mother had become pregnant during high school and Jeff `s father had just left her and gone to army, so she started to take drugs. Because Jeff`s mother didn`t really cared about her childs and was hardly ever at home, and Benjamin and I were lonely in the mall, I asked if Jeff and his siblings (Two sisters, Jenny who was 9 and in same as class Benjamin, 7 year old Jessie, and little brother Jack who was 5), wanted to move to the mall with us.

They had lived by stealing food and money, because their mother never cooked to them, and they teached me and Benjamin steal too. We wouldn`t have to, our parents were rich enough to feed us all, but it became some kind of game. We stole only from our parent`s stores and from rich people, it was revenge to my parents, and left a note with "Forgotten children" written to it.

Soon our "gang" was in the news, and now, three years later, we were legend in our school. It was actually quite funny how my classmates first laughed and made fun of us, and minute later they told each other exitedly about Forgotten children`s new attacks. No one knew the truth about us.

It was Fourth of July, and I had just turned 15, when the Rebel of Angels started.

Forgotten children 15.chapter

I have lived in a mall with my little brother for past nine years. After Benjamin`s third birthday, our parents went back to work and forgot us. Because the mall was owned by our parents, we were allowed to eat what we wanted, take toys, computer games and movies from shops, and sleep in the furniture store, and no one said anything to us. For six years, we talked mostly just with each others, expect weekly call from our parents and making exams in nearby school, where one of the  mall workers took us to.

Everything changed when I turned 12. Until then, we had studied independently, but suddenly our parents decided that we had to go to school. On the first day, I already understood that I would never fit in.  I didn`t knew how to talk with others, and didn`t knew anyone, but everyone thought they knew me. To them I was Nathan Evergreen, spoiled bastard whose parents owned half of the city.

Yeah, my parents were Henry and Susan Evergreen, who owned hotels, malls and factories around the world, as well as one of the biggest investment banks in the USA. I had seen my parents more in the television meeting bankers and politicians than from face-to-face, but it didn`t matter to my classmates. They were jealous to me, because Suburbia was a miserable city.

There lived almost million people, but it was far from glamorous metropolies. It was full of blocks built in 80`s, run-down indrustial buildings and ready-made people whose live consist of dull office job, runnig in the hypermarkets and brainless entertainment, because they were too afraid to change their life, too afraid to stick out, but still it was their biggest dream.

Looking out at a town called Suburbia

Everybody's just fighting to fit in

Little rats running mazes, having babies

It's a vicious little world that we live in

Looking back at a life on the other side

I realize that I didn't fit in

Didn't hate it but I didn't quite relate it

To my precious little world

Breaking out of a town called Suburbia

I remember everybody always saying

"Little brat, must be crazy, never make it

In our vicious little world"

 

Lyrics are from song "The Reckless and The Brave" by All Time Low

Forgotten children 14. chapter

This is last chapter I have written so far, and when school starts I don`t have much time to write, so you may have to wait little :)


The last three weeks we had been training for revolution. Jonas and his friends had given us parkour lessons, and in the first lesson, we had suprised them with our talent, me and Bill had in fact been training parkour since we were 15. We all laughed our heads off when Nick and Liam tryied it first time, they hadn`t get much muscles to their arms for skating, and couldn`t do even the basics. Their body control was good, though, and after three weeks of trainig and working in the town, they weren`t much behind us.

A few days after our arrival, we had noticed how friendly everyone in the town was, and asked it from Thomas. "Don`t you let unfriendly people to move here, or is it because this hippie-like way of living?" Jonas laughed, "No, it is because of Angels. They are naturally innocent and honest, like young childs, expect that it doesn`t disappear even when they are adults, and they feel emphathy stronger than humans. When you add to, that they also see behind lies and pretending, and understand this world better than most, no wonder that authorities fear and hate them. If they hadn`t break Angels` will, they would have already opened many peoples`eyes." ,he said with sadness.

If Angels were innocent like childs, you couldn`t say it about everyone. I honestly got scared when I first time saw the men who teached us self-defence and using weapons. They were with one exeption around 6 feets tall, muscular and full of tattoos. I was amazed how well Nick get together with them, until I heard that one of them was Mr. Shadows, who had interviewed him and send him tickets to here. When days passed, though, I get to know them better, and finally Brian, Jimmy, Matt, Zacky and Johnny were ones of my best friends.



Parkour, or PK, is a non-competitive contact sport in which a traceur or traceuse uses only their body to negotiate a series of obstacles with maximum efficiency of motion. Generally, the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. As most practitioners of PK can tell you, that line (or trace) is not always the easiest but it's a hell of a ride.

So that`s why I am boylover

"One interesting theory suggests that right-brained individuals are more child-like and so tend to be adolescent or even pre-adolescent in their thinking. While these traits are considered positive in creative writing, the arts and tasks involving fantasy, they might also lead one to have an affinity for children who utilize these same traits."

I have always been more inmature than my classmates (and that is why I get bad grades in essay writing), and had great imagination, I have never thought it would the reason why I am boylover, but it makes sense. That is propably the reason why I like the guys from Avenged Sevenfold, too, since they had never really grow up ;)

This surely gives me hope, since I am physically attracted to some adults too, I will maybe someday be happy with some inmature man ;)

I love Brian Haner. This is direct evidence as to why: (copied from his Facebook profile)

Random thoughts:
Anyone who uses the N word against a black person is an R word. Anyone who uses the R word against a mentally challenged person is an A word-hole D-bag.
I'm also happy about the Supreme Court ruling that allows F words, (not fuck - the other one), to get married so they can F word each other up the A word. Also - so glad to be married to my wife and not a woman who is the C word. That would totally suck the D word. I would have to hire an L word and get a divorce. (Lawyer is the dirtiest of all words).
I hope I've made myself clear.
ROTFLMAOWRYTNW
(Roll on the floor laugh my ass off while repeatedly yelling the N word)

Forgotten children 13. chapter

I was watching the new arrivals curiously, when Thomas started his explanation. "Because you`re here, I suppose that you think too that the way Angels are treated is wrong. Do you know why authorities say that Angels are not humans?",he asked. "They have some gene mutation, right? I have never heard why, they didn`t tell it in the news.",I said looking at him questioningly.

"Well, at first they thought it is some weird new disease, and that`s why they were isolated for scientific research. Soon they found out, though, that the pesticides and other chemicals in our food and water had activated the HERV-viruses, which have been hiding in our DNA for thousands of years. They were in our genes even before we were diverged from chimpanzees, and had lost their ability to cause diseases long time ago, but once in a while stress activates a HERV, which causes mutation and can lead to cancer. Officials of course didn`t wanted people to know the truth about chemicals, but even less they wanted people to know that the reason why the mutation was so fierce this time, was a stress caused by pressures of society and constant competition, because after all, our entire society and economy is based on competition."

I was amazed, even though they have never told that in school, I knew he was telling the truth. "How in the Earth you can know this all?", I asked, impressed of his knowledge. "I have studied biology and sociology in university, and we also have a website, similiar to Wikileaks, were people can leak information. The authorities have no idea how many workers of National Institute of Health and NSA are actually members of AF- society.",he said smirking.

I could have talked with Thomas for hours, but just then Jake joined into the conversation. "Thank you, Thomas. Next we have to discuss about another subject, since we will take back control from authorities and change the system, starting with the protests of thousands of people, at the next U.S national day, which is only little over month from now. Do you want to be involved?" Me and Liam, as well as just arrived twins, said immediatly yes. Like there was any other options, this was our last change."



Gerard "Party Poison" Way as Nick <3

The things I wrote about HERV, (Human Endogen Retrovirus), chemicals and cancer are true, I have rode science articles and watched documents. Yeah, I`m nerd :)

Forgotten children 12. chapter

We get out of the car, and for a moment everyone just stood here looking each others, without knowing what to do, until one of the youths, a guy around our age, burst into laughter. "Welcome to the Angel City, and sorry for that, we don`t get much visitors here", he said chuckling. "But come with me, I was just going to eat something, and the new arrivals from this morning are probably still in our house."

We followed the boy across the town, and noticed that almost two of the three citizens were Angels, most of them between ages 10 and 25.  Everywhere people were building houses and carving out garden plots, although many were already returning to their homes. "How many people there really lives? I thought that AF-society is just small organization.", I asked. I was confused, I had waited to see only handful of people living in small cottages, but this place was like a small city.

Even the house was full of people, and one of the men shouted: "Hey Jonas, are you brining more guests? Come and sit down!" When we had sat to the table and someone had given us platefuls of vegetarian food, (They didn`t have cows or other animals, and of course no grocery stories.), the man offered his hand. "I`m Jake, and this is my son Jonas. And you are...?" I looked at Bill and everyone around table, who were staring us, and mumbled embrassed for the attention: "Tom and Bill, we are twins."

"Well, nice to meet you Tom and Bill", the man answered chuckling. "I guess you are still quite confused, so let Thomas explain some things first, and then we will decide what we are gonna do."

A7X: Part of you 2/2

"Making your being uncomfortable?", you repeat laughing and I snort. I have drinked few beers too much, so I allow myself speak weirdly. Other unusual things I have to drive out of my mind immediately, or things will go to completely wrong direction.  I should get up and walk away, when I still can. If I take one more step, I will surely stay whole night. I know that staying is a bad option, even though it tempts right now. Inappropriate things, lines of prohibited list. You, in the first line, biggest temptation.  Worst trap set in front of me, and time after time I fall, loving to repeat my mistake. Over and over again, because you refuse to stop the game that just started in my mind, you want to see how it ends.

We meant to stop doing this long time ago, but when would we listen even each others wise decicions? When could we, because after awhile,  we will come back together, because we need these moments. Each others. You bend your finger alluringly, and my chances to escape are gone. I come back to my former place against your warm body, and your kiss, propably only thing that will mark you as careful, begs me to stay. Always so insecure, it reminds me of our first kiss. Then, an eternity ago, you have drinked too much, and kissing your friend seem like a great idea. Countless kisses after that, always these careful ones, one of the most fascinating features of you. You show only to me how afraid you are to open up yourself, to let anyone that close. You are afraid of being left alone, I taste desperation.
I answer without words: "I will always stay with you - always, Jimmy, where ever you go - because part of you lives in my heart, part of me in yours. I refuse to never let go."

A7X: Part of you

You are shaking underneath me, burst of laughter escaping uncontrollably from your lips. Do I touch you in a wrong way, Jimmy, I would ask if I knew you any worse. I know without asking, you can laugh at anything, the reason can be just a funny though in your mind. I`m smiling too, anyone would laugh at us.

One couch, two men, where else would I be laying? There is a two-week dust on your floor, after cleaning I would sit there, now I refuse. You were the first on the couch, so you will be my pillow.  This how it always works, you are faster and first in the place, I have to settle for what is left. I don`t complain though, laying on you is quite nice.

Slowly your laughing stops, I close my eyes, think falling asleep.  I can smell the tobacco from your hair, I lay my head on couch`s armrest, smiling. It`s nice to be there, I would stay there forever. "Brian", you say and pinch my stomach. I blow to your ear for revenge, you answer with sharp poke between my ribs. I give up and sit up sighing.  You ruin my moment, I just wanted to stay laying. You refuse to give me space, so I end up half sitting, half laying on you, and push my elbow against your rib to show how uncomfortable my position is. You start laughing again.

"Jimmy, you know what will happen if you keep making my being uncomfortable", I warn you. I`m tired, this nonsense only tightens my nerves, and eventually I will forget all rational thoughts and decicions I have made. Mischievous smile appears to your lips, of course you know.

Forgotten children 11. chapter

Summer holiday had started, and yesterday Jenny, who worked in Youth Centre in Brooklyn and was our good friend, and also worked for AF- society, had told (after she had made sure there was no security cameras near us), that the society was located in Arizona desert. After we had bought a map, food and CD`s for the travel, filled the car with gas and said goodbye to our friends, there was only one thing we had to do: take off the identification chip.

Nowadays everyone has a chip, because without it you can`t get a bank account, health insurance or even apartment. "Maybe we shouldn`t do that. Can`t we just get a job as cleaners?", Bill asked. I knew he didn`t mean it, we wouldn`t stand even a week as cleaners. He was scared, and I understood it. After we had taken off the chips, we would be outside of the surveillance network, but also outside of safety net.

I made small cut in Bill`s arm, took the chip off and wrap bandage around the wound. It wasn`t big, but it would most likely leave a scar.  When Bill had taken off my chip, and get over the anxiety caused by the sight of blood, we started to drive towards northern Arizona.

We drived strolling and using small roads, avoiding turnpikes and policies, and slept in our car. We couldn`t afford to sleep in the motel, and I doubt they wouldn`t even give us room, because we were under aged and without ID. Because of strolling, the travel take five days, and we were thankful to Jenny for the money she had given to us. We used a lot of gas and didn`t wanted to use credit cards, because every time you use it, you leave a mark in database, and we definetly didn`t wanted anyone to be able to trace us.

Finally at the evening of fifth day, while we were driving along a small desert road, we saw valley full of houses with solar panels, green houses and laughing kids. It was like a completely different world than the one we had came from, world of control and suspicion. For the first time I understood what freedom really means.