Aria Bella

Red Strike

The year is 3020. My name is Zen and I have been living underground for five years. I certainly would be dead if I had not been rescued and dragged to a secret bunker. Walking over one hundred miles through swamps and rocky terrain, my handmade aluminum suit provided me with enough coverage to be completely undetectable by eliminating all revealing signals of my location and vital signs transmitted by a single micro-chip embedded into my brain. After the anti-cell phone movement in 2075, the government needed a reliable tracking system, as many people refused to be connected to a network and went off the grid. The practice of micro chipping at birth was aggressively passed into law, however, this was the least of our worries. There were explosive and volatile riots that took place all over the country and many of us died fighting to stop it. The new order military task force introduced itself by stepping in and used sophisticated and destructive weaponry on us that made every other weapon of existence known to mankind look like child’s play. They were able to overpower us and gain control very easily. Most of my family died in these riots. I lost almost everything.