My birth name is Greg. For some reason myself and a few others still remebered their given names. We never spoke them unless it was a time of chip updates where things couldnt be monitored for a short period of time. My new government name is inmate black-10452. Even though we were on the outside they gave us numbers for names like we were inmates. They had us in a mental jail for years but now they have the tecnhology where it doesnt matter if we know or not because with the use of "the chip" they can turn off any resitance at will.
I was around at the beginning of the change. It started in 2012. It was like 1999 all over again, panic people spending money on survial supplies, and the only time white people diddnt want us to go back where we came from because it would be less room for them. The president, Juan Martinez the first mexican president,(yes the black one messed up that much we voted for a mexican one) just signed into law all type of nice benefits for every ameican citizen. He was trying to fix all the problems the first black president and the last 43 white presidents made and he succeded.
He signed one new policy that had sub policies. It sounded nice until in order for you to recieve the benefits you had to recieve what it was known then and known now as "the chip". Amercians lined up to recieve the chip like it was the cure for cancer aids and stupidity. Actually part of the benefits was the cure for cancer and aids..stupidty was one of the negetive benefits. All the lucky ones who opposed were viewd as terroist threats and were eliminated on sight. They were riduculed then...now they what anybody today who has any of their own thoughts left wish they could be....
Life as a slave of technology isnt so bad. They had us set up in sections just as they did before "the chip" took over. They had the upper class where their chip restrictions were not as strict as lower class chips. The lower class chips had alot more rules to follow. They had to work longer hours and get paid less. They were forced They tried to erase that segment of our memories but they couldnt get everybody for some reason with the automatic update, so they have to get some of to live in run down areas that had destroyed due to "the war". Life was pretty much the same for us in lower class. Less money, less power, less shit to worry about expect in this day and age it was actually a good thing.
My best friend Brandon, well inmate-30452 (we called him 304 for short yes we still were able to clown eachother) worked in a factory that produced food. There were no more farms and the chemcials that we worked with had a negative affect on robots so we were lucky anough to be able to have a decent paying job. We diddnt get paid much but working helped to take our minds off of reality..or what they wanted us to believe was reality.
Brandon was a one of a kind person to meet in this time. Everybody had preset personilaties. He had many. Him and another buddy of ours found a way to hack "the chip" in limited ways just enough to be able to still realize we were human. Brandon could imitate anybody. All of the actors we grew up watching, rappers whatever. That was out bit of nostiglia that we hung on to when we had the chance.