2048 - instead of 1984

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2048 - Chapter One

The man was screaming for his life. His skin had turned white of anxiety. His voice overflowed with the rasped sound of agony. Still, all the people glared at him with anger burning in their eyes. “Will that bloody fucker ever shut up?“, somebody exclaimed.
At that time I finally realised.
It occurred to me so definite that it felt like pain, we didn’t stand a chance against ourselves.

“Against ourselves?” you think, ”now he’s just rambling on again, calling himself an author, huh. What a pitty”. However I’m not as much an author as I am a narrator. And the story I’m about to narrate is my story. It’s a legend of humanity, about humans in a world they can’t tackle. A world, which they have built themselves.

Since I wrote this, you’ve probably already figured out that I was wrong. Miraculously we manage to resist, to survive, like we always do.
Humans, we’re quite a stunning species, aren’t we? All a bunch of silly sheep, except for a scant of us. A few men and women that rescues us all, that in some way, always set us free.

In this story there were five of them. John, the screaming man, was one. Don’t worry, I will reveal the reason of his scream soon, first however I will tell you about me. For the fifth man was I. John’s terrifying screaming woke me up. That dark London night, in early October 2048, became the turning point in my life.

At the time I was a working at Trepcom, which made me a part of the problem instead of the solution. It as well made me an excellent member of the resistance, considering I had access to almost everything worth knowing about Trepcom.

Trepcom had more or less ruled our planet since the late 2030’s. Not officially of course, however the politicians had lost all the power they ever had, they we’re merely puppets in the hands of a callous puppeteer.
Trepcom started as a small company in 2018 by a man with a dream, Christopher Lunse. But by time, the company as well as the dream expanded. Trepcom bought more and more companies, finally there weren’t anything left to buy. Closely every company in the world were under the domination of Trepcom. So in a way, almost everyone was working at Trepcom. However there were few people who had any knowledge what so ever about that. But I again was one of the few, I never saw it as a bad thing though, Trepcom I mean. But, as I said, that night I changed my mind.

The technical evolution had gone to fast. Trepcom manufactured machines beyond your imagination, though they weren’t at all aware of the consequences of their machines.
However the average Joe didn’t have a clue what machines could do today. He didn’t know anything about how far we’d come in the technical development. If I was to tell him that he could be replaced whichever second by a clone under Trepcoms control he wouldn’t believe me at all. That was Lunse strength, to never ever let any information at all out of the company. Lunse examined every knew invention and if he thought it could be useful, he had the scientist silenced. By any means possible.

The reason I knew all this is that I was such a scientist. A young impudent man who ...