Damion stared out the window of his room, trapped deep in thought. Over the last week, he had learned about the Universal Security Treaty that basically governed his life. According to textbooks, every person in his city was being monitored "for the good of the country". But everywhere he looked, he saw cameras, laws, bans, and regulations. The U.S had already altered it's Constitution to allow for Universal Security, but Damion saw a copy of the original before they were ordered in to be destroyed. What caught his attention now was what it used to state. After extensive research (and many hours of googling), he learned that it used to gaurantee the rights to free speech, and that people were protected from unreasonable search and siezure.
He compared his findings with everything around him. So long as it didn't conflict with high up people, free speech was still there. As for search and siezure, if anyone had the slightest doubt that you were doing or had something that was illegal, you would disappear and never be heard from again. Taking all this into account, he figured it was only a matter of time before things began to get worse. Of course, he wasn't about to go around and oppose the government. But he knew most people didn't realise or care about the direction the country was headed. Even his parents were blind to the truth. Every time he would point out a potential problem with the system, his parents would dissmiss it without so much as a thought that he could be right.
Damion stood from his twin size bed and glanced at his door for a moment before walking through it. He strode silently down the hall and paused at his parent's door. Tonight was the last night he would be dismissed as a "silly little teenager" by his parents or anyone else. He started his trek again, and walked down the rest of hall to the stairs, which he took quickly and quietly. He stopped, grabbed his good pair of running shoes, and walked out the front door. After locking the door and putting the spare key back in it's hiding place, he laced up his shoes and jogged down the street, not bothering to look back at his so-called home.
Damion jogged all the way to the meeting point in Downtown. He had met someone on an online chat room through a secure connection who shared his thoughts. He called himself "Merc", but Damion was certain that wasn't his real name. After a few sessions, they had both agreed on a place to meet up if Damion had ever decided he was tired of the constant controll over him. If Merc was true to his word, he would meet Damion in a few minutes. Damion passed the time by staring at the night sky.
"Hey kid-o! You're a long way from home, aren't ya?" A voice sprang from behind Damion. Damion turned and saw Merc's sillhouette standing no more than two feet from him, and jumped reflexively. "Oh god, you scared me Merc!" he said.
"Sorry. Well, now that you're here, I guess you wanna see me for the first time, huh?"
"Kinda, yeah." Merc backed up into the light of a nearby streetlight to reveal...