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May 2, 2117

Today is a dark day, a day that will go down in the history of this once great nation of ours. Once upon a time America stood for freedom and had been the most brilliant beacon of hope in a tumultuous world. We had led the charge, advocating for humanitarian causes across a broad spectrum, especially for humane treatment of all people, without restriction. While the Elites have long done away with the humanitarian mantel once anchored securely around our shoulders, today they take that bastardization of morality one step further.

Today, the Devil will announce torture, torment and evil- new weapons in their war on democracy. Soon, a broadcast will go out across this entire nation – a new day, a new era- one bloodier than the last and hedging the way into a darker future.

Why, you ask…

In the name of financial gain…for entertainment…. they will claim. I’m sure at some point, they will nod to sovereignty as well, but you and I, and every other member of the Legion, the entire Opposition… we can be certain of the true answer to that question- to send a very clear message to us all.

What are the Elites doing now, you wonder…

They have long been in the business of playing God, using myself and other Elite Premiers as executioners of their will. So too have they been dabbling in the fine art of selling souls. However, they will now be moving that market to the mainstream.

Today they will announce the auctioning off of our loved ones.

It’s true. The broadcast that will call out across this nation in the matter of hours will showcase their newest gimmick, their newest spectacle. In the time since my April 25, 2117 post they have managed to capture all remaining immediate family members of the sixteen lives spent at the entrance to the Pitman Tunnels – the three who made the delivery and the thirteen captured trying to obtain clean water.

Each of those family members will go up for sale in an auction open to all Elites. They will be sold, one per day over the next several weeks. Once sold, the highest bidder will arrive to a “secure location” where they will be given four hours. Four hours to do whatever they wish, as long as it ends in their death. As nauseating as this may be, it gets worse.

Also open to all Elites is a subscription service wherein you pay a fee to stream the live feed and watch the four hour allotment. You can buy per person, or subscribe to the entire event, wherein each of the public executions will be streamed to the personal device of your choosing.

Remember, this is now the Elites’ America. We’re nothing if not smart business men and women. Can’t miss out on a profitable opportunity like this, right?

Please, my dear followers… forgive me for my sarcasm, my callous demeanor. Ice is my only shield as I face this horrifying future. As an Elite Premier, I will witness Every. Single. Death. they televise. As a member of this Legion, the Opposition, I will become more enraged, more determined to turn the tide against them. As a citizen, I will feel more helpless. And, as a person, I will become more broken. This newest chapter in America’s future breaks my heart, as I’m sure it does yours.

But we mustn’t allow it to break our resolve. Do not shrink away from them. Do not allow this to instill more fear in you.

Do not allow them to beat you, to beat us.

That is what they want. They want to make it appear as though they are impenetrable, beyond our reach. Well, they are human, the same as you and me. We may not possess the evil that flows through their veins, but flow it does, and when cut, they bleed, just like you and I.

Though it may be difficult to remember, one day… one day this will change. We will bring their own measures of deceit, misery and pain to them. We need only bide our time, continue to build toward that moment… that single, glorious moment when we strike back and reclaim honor, dignity and democracy.

So until next time… We are the Legion. The Legion lives on. Harper Eckles, out.

April 20, 2117

Well, it appears the perpetual drought is going to impact all of us here in Muni Six a bit more than usual. Of course, by all of us, I mean all those who are not Elites. Rest assured, their lawns, swimming pools, golf courses, long, hot showers, decorative fountains,  etc. will remain unaffected. However, all those in the Middle, and especially in the Underbelly, please consider yourselves warned.

Last week, we participated in a meeting to which we received our subsequent Premier briefing just yesterday. We were given certain orders to implement that will have a direct impact on each of you. Our orders indicate we will be providing details and/or deliveries to Elites placed throughout the Middle and Underbelly to ensure they continually have access to clean water. However, a broadcast will be made across Muni 6 indicating that all other citizens will be subject to severe water restrictions.  Those in the Middle will be allotted only one gallon of water per person, per week for the entire month of May. As for those of you in the Underbelly, you will receive one liter…just one measly liter of water per person, per week. Now, we all know, such amounts are not able to sustain life. The Elites are aware of this as well; they suffer no delusions that one liter is sufficient for seven days’ hydration. In fact, a handful of Elites even voiced concern that such restriction would cause their Non-Threat, Viables, and other Underbelly “meat-suits”, to experience a premature death. Their concern is that such deaths are unnecessary and would make future broad medical testing and conflict scenarios difficult without the endless supply of “meat-suits”. Despite this concern, the restrictions are being implemented and will commence May 1st.

It may be interesting to note that the few Elites who had voiced such concern suddenly went “missing”. Of course, the Capital states that their missing status while uncanny, is nothing more than coincidence. Even more coincidental was the rash of “Fresh Meat” deliveries made throughout the Underbelly. The Capital claimed the meat to be a gift for the Underbelly. As sickening as this may be, remember, at the end of the day, life sustaining protein is still life sustaining. You had no knowledge that what you consumed last week following the Elites’ open discussion was anything abnormal. You couldn’t have known, just as I didn’t until today. Times have never been more desperate, and though cannibalism is still nausea-inducing, it cannot be foregone in the face of true hunger and starvation. You have done nothing wrong. The Capital served a message to the dissenters in our meeting, and in so doing, were able to embolden your menu. For that, I apologize and assure you, if I learn of something like this again, I will give what warnings I can.

Back to the more pressing issue: If you have a secure/hidden storage area, fill every container you can spare with water. Remember, water storage in unclean containers can be dangerous. If this is a method you must use, please ensure you boil the water before drinking to reduce your chances of e-coli consumption, etc. As we proceed into the month, it will get more and more difficult to heed this next bit of advice: Do not drink simply because you’re thirsty. Yes, to be thirsty is to be dehydrated. However, try to pace yourself; take only the occasional sip in an effort to keep severe dehydration at bay. If you are unable to control your usage early on, you will deplete your resources too soon.

Of course it goes without saying, but do not use water for showering, cleaning, washing clothes, etc. Beyond this, we will have to get creative if we are to survive the next month. Colton and I have secured six contraptions that will allow you to filter, reuse and yes, drink your urine. Please note, these once belonged to the Military Nationals, and if the directions are followed properly, it is perfectly safe (even if not exactly appetizing). We will be supplying these contraptions to known Legion members we believe appropriately placed to make the best use of them – those who will be able to share with a high number of you. Additionally, we have a small stockpile of bottled water we have been collecting over the past few years. We will make them available as regularly as possible and alert you to the locations. I do apologize we are unable to do more, but the bottled water will be on a first come, first serve basis.

The odds against those of you in the Underbelly are enormous here. However, those of you in the Middle are not immune to dehydration either. We must be frugal, we must be creative, and remember, fruits and vegetables contain water. Select those over sodium-rich processed meats and canned goods from the FRE when you can. Be courageous, and do not give up. More importantly, please, please do not forget your humanity through this. Share your water if you can, just as Colton and I will be doing all that we can. This is going to be a difficult month for all of us, but please, do not fight amongst yourselves. Do not take advantage of non-members, and don’t forget to share with non-members too. Though your neighbors may not belong to the Legion as we do, we are all victims of the Elites. Don’t lose sight of that.

Any emergency scenarios or requests for aid, please post them here. We will alert you to locations of water as we can…Beyond that…let’s hope for rain and pray the restriction ends before the arrival of summer.

Until next time…

We are the Legion. The Legion lives on. Harper Eckles, out.

April 16, 2117

Anytime now, you all will see a “Breaking News” banner fly across your televisions, monitors, tablets and feeds on your phones as you are redirected to the broadcast. Likewise, a condensed version will broadcast on your watches, mobile lenses (for those of you in the Underbelly who don’t know what mobile lenses are, these are Elite issued glasses) and through your Federal email accounts if, of course, you are an Elite. I’m not exactly sure what “details” the media will share with us, but I participated in a full briefing today. What we will see in the impending news alert is little more than a message, a threat, to our beloved Legion. I am confident it will deviate from the truth in almost every way. So, for all you fellow Legion members, please know that once the broadcast has concluded, I will fill in the blanks the media omits.

A family is dead tonight, in what appears to be a tragic murder-suicide. Tragic? Yes. Murder-suicide? That depends on your perspective. Craig Eielson had worked as a fellow Premier here in Muni Six for more than twenty years. In fact, he was one of my direct supervisors and had taken me under his blood-soaked wing from the moment I received my appointment as a Premier. I dare say that despite the fact Craig was an Elite, I believe he had the potential to have been a good man if the Elites hadn’t interfered. Like any good Elite, he was incapable of remorse, and ever the dutiful Premier, he had embraced the torture, or as they refer to it “training”, which had coaxed his humanity away from his heart. In its place, he accepted compliance with orders and absolute evil. While I had seen him do things and give orders that make me shudder to recall, I will always remember the regret I found in his eyes. He was unflinching in his role as a Premier, but I saw the ghosts he collected behind those amber gateways to his soul. He was a monster, a monster they created, but if they hadn’t molded him into that creature I do believe he could have been a truly wonderful man. For that, I am sad to see him go. I will not bemoan his passing, for every Elite that dies is one less enemy we face, but I do regret that his fate had been bound unabashedly to the horror his life’s path led him through. He had been given no choice, and even if only for that, I think we can all raise our glass. For now, I will wait to see what the broadcast tells, but I will give you the whole story shortly. So until next time…

We are the Legion. The Legion lives on. Harper Eckles, out.

April 4, 2117

First, fair warning: I will be making additional posts about Elite Compliance…and a lot of them.

For the moment though, I want to discuss the buses I referenced in my earlier post called “Bullets bite” (http://cloveramerica.net/2015/04/21/bullets-bite/). In that post, I mention the “driver” of a school bus. Now, for fellow Elites who also happen to be a part of the Legion like myself, you know what I’m talking about. For those of you loyal to the Legion from either the Middle or the Underbelly, you may find it difficult to believe that any vehicle in the Upper has a driver, a real live human being, behind the wheel.

Yes, the vehicles in the Upper are automatic, that is, self-driving. They follow predetermined paths to the programmed destination. Also true is the fact that the older vehicles, those requiring human operation have been deemed outdated and thus, have been scrapped or managed to find their way to the Middles and Underbellies of various Municipals. However, the Uppers’ automatic vehicles still have a driver’s seat. This is to allow for a driver, when an override is necessary. There are times they go off the programmable path. One example of such a venture is the field trip described in the “Bullets bite” entry. Looking for another example? Try this one on for size, and please also consider another idea: when cornered, when pressed, a citizen has two choices: conform or die.

Several months ago, I completed my education. For our final year, my class had been segregated from the other students, deemed amongst the top tier. Once done, I received my appointment as an Elite Premier. Others in my class were similarly placed. However, despite being a part of the top tier in our graduating class, there were some who didn’t quite… make the grade. A fellow student was adamant that the final test results were wrong. He had long dreamed of becoming a Premier like myself. In truth, if any of us were to become a Premier, he seemed the natural choice. Yet, as we received our appointments, he was granted only “Containment Administrator”. That’s it. He, who had so much potential was told he would not only be a guard posted at various intervals to ensure nobody entered the Upper without authorization, but he would have to leave the Upper and move into the Middle for the remainder of his days. He was a second generation Elite. He had looked down his nose at the Middle his entire life. Unable to fathom living such a life of what he had believed to be degradation, he had refused. He did not accept the appointment. He denied them.

Without further discussion, two armed guards approached him on the stage and roughly escorted him to the parking lot. Two additional guards entered the drivers’ seats of those self-driving vehicles and started the ignitions, their engines barely more than a whisper. The crowd held their collective breath as our fellow student had a band strapped to each ankle, the respective straps attached to the connection belt at the rear of each vehicle.

Our Principal stood before him, repeating the assignment. In response, the student only jutted his jaw. Seeing his defiance, the Principal only nodded her head. We watched on as both vehicles inched forward.

At first, the only sound was that of the compacted gravel, the stones crunching below the tires. But, then came the grunting, followed almost immediately by a desperate scream. “No!” He fell to the ground as his ankles continued to draw away from one another. “No! No! Please!”

The cars continued.

And then subhuman roars, cries, screams as his limbs were nearly torn from his body. The Principal moved her index finger to her ear, clearly issuing an order to the drivers as they both stopped instantly. The student was in agony, screaming, his upper body writhing in distress. We waited several minutes until shock overtook his countenance.

“Do you accept your appointment?” Our Principal repeated.

From where I stood, I heard nothing.

“Repeat it so they can hear you!” She commanded.

“Yes!” He shouted, his voice still conveying his pain.

“Good.” Was her only response before she extended her arm and committed a bullet to his head. Turning back to the rest of us calmly, she smiled, her voice softening. “Anyone else have issue with their appointment?”

“No, Ma’am.” Our voices rang out unanimously.

“Very good.”

So you see, though our vehicles may now be self-sufficient, the driver’s seat remains. The Elites are not willing to give up such control.

Until next time…

We are the Legion. The Legion lives on. Harper Eckles, out.