Morgan Meseke

The Light That Breaks the Mold

As I toe the line for the 2044 Titanium Running Championship race, I am only thinking about one thing: the take down. I clench the heart shaped locket my father gave me in my fist, and I reflect on the last year and everything that has happened. I can’t believe they invited me here. Our society, Steel Nation, has made all individualization and opinions illegal. It wasn’t this bad last year until someone challenged the beginning of these strict rules. That someone was my dad. Technology was becoming too personal and AWU (Always Watching You) cameras were placed all over. Our privacy ceased to exist, and our free-thinking opinions were slowly slipping away. They called this Project X. The X standing for elimination of individuality. 365 days ago, my dad competed in the Titanium Running Championship. I’ll never forget that day, the day it all started.