They created them to stop the terror, to prevent 9-11 part II. Our leaders said they knew how to protect us better then we did. Twenty years later--I should of known better that to post America's protest on the net, but it is the only real way to communicate. Jacking in, is the law. The Ashcroft strain of nanos consume the web at 100,000 Gigabytes a second. Their bots are the eyes and ears of our government hive mind. Unity is the way. Likeness liberates.

The bots found me through the URL of the White Rabbit/Black Hole as the nanos traveled the fiber optics nearly at the speed of the light straight into my home. The Nanos's job is to erase the resistance, bring order to the Internet. Protest can not be tolerated. The Black Hole web site instantly gone, as the bots purge every registry of it's existence. My computer destroyed--50,000 volts exploding out of the keyboard and into my finger tips. Before my body even hits the floor, the cops and coroner have received the order: this was an accident. Local emergency dispatch receives a call from my frantic mom, the ambulance is on it's way. The voice of Mrs. Black pulled up from an NSA database while the nanos search my house to destroy all evidence. My picture is erased from the Barber Town High School Year Book, my social security number no longer exists. I am already but a faint memory. Nobius is dead. Five seconds from detection to death.

Unity is the way. Likeness liberates.

At 2100 local time, Mrs. Black arrives home to a 3 person G-man welcoming committee. They are waiting in the living room, knowing she always arrives on time. No introductions needed, the carbon copy black suits make it obvious. "You no longer have a son Mrs. Black, you never did. You are to report immediately for a memory expunge. To refuse is death. Unity is the way. Likeness liberates." The tears flow for a son lost, in a few hours she will no longer remember.

Unity is the way. Likeness liberates.