One may ask, what is the meaning of freedom? Many will reply, 'To not be held back.' In this case freedom is just a mere word. It means nothing. Everyone is locked down into jobs. No one can choose their fate. When you act up, they put you straight to death. Our life here on Uteria (you-tear-ah) is all just one large chess game, we are commanded around then we die. This is how it has been for hundred of years. Hell, thousands of years. Before the war, we could choose our fates. Once the first bullet was shot in our leader's head, all went to hell. Our planet, MY planet was put into lockdown in order to keep us 'safe'. If anything we were anything but safe. 

  You can fight and fight our government all you want, if you want your chip to explode inside your skull. There is no escape I tell you. Freedom is all a big lie they tell us in school. Uteria needs to be able to have faith in someone. We all just make up some melancholy planet, full of broken dreams and bullshit lies.

  If anyone reads this I beg of you, help us. My home is gone, and I'm slowly fading with it. We need someone to trust in to save us from our prison of a planet. You could even plague the damn place! Just get us out. Dead or alive.

  ~Ryndre Gentleheart, Head of the Rebellion. 

  One final note, I hate to see my planet thrown into the dust. Please, someone. Find this and help me. Help your future. Goodbye possible reader.