My mother was dismayed by the timing of my arrival. She knew I was to be the ruler, one more of Max's evil prophecies come true. This was against all she stood for. Against the Plan. My parents hated the new idolatry and thought sabotaging the prophecy could make the world go right again. My father killed the Dr. Rivers who delivered me, becoming one of the 210 murderers of that year. They fabricated anything they could to keep the truth from being revealed. When the time for my father's execution arrived, three years later, his final words were "my boy was born at 11:22AM."
I never knew him, my mother would take me to see him but I would just cry.
The state insured that the 5 fitting the description were put through the best educational institutions, given all the nourishment and attention they could need. They were to be watched. The prophecy stated that the people would watch him grow up, and that the world would put him into his place of power. A program aired, a high stakes program where viewers watch boys become men. A program where viewers try to determine which man would make for the best world ruler. There was to be an extended hiatus between editions of the New Equatorial Times. The people of the world held their collective breath as things fell into chaos, then popped back out.
With both the 8 month gap in edition and the actions of my mother the world was given quite a scare.
My mother killed on of the five, live on the program. An average of 20% of the populace of watched any given moment, it was estimated that 24% were watching at this particular moment. My mother became on of the 111 murderers of that year. Two years later I was to be a spectator at my orphaning, my mother's execution. Her last words were "I did this for the love of Goad and my son, may others try to set things straight." With this second execution I attained the lonely status of the only person orphaned by the state. My parents were discussed in the media as the first husband and wife duo to both be executed for 189 years. Quite the distinction.
The media was disinterest in my story.
My parents were discussed; I was not brought up as they did not want to impinge upon my privacy. They did not want to rub salt in my wounds.
The story of my mother's execution is not completely pertinent to this tale.
The aftermath of my mother's actions is completely pertinent. My mother had reduced the field of competitors to 4; she had eliminated the one that was ahed in opinion polls. That, of course, was intentional. Francis K. Smyth had learned a lesson. The date of the second-to-last edition of the new Equatorial Times was very near. This second-to-last edition contained only a headline: "World Ruler Seated, Watched from Boy to King for Life." The rest of the edition was blank.
Francis K. Smythe had snuck a gun into a gala event preparing for the global election.
Francis excecuted the other 3 contenders. A default victory ensued. The world was shocked, but of course they put him into power was tehy were told they would. Hundreds of thousands of predictions proven right eliminated their free will in the matter. Francis became king.
I attest that the year was smudged.
I attest that I fit the description.
Francis was not the true King.
The world still has the opportunity to crown me on that date.
The world wil crown me on that date..
If only one of you guards would read this.
The people will know.
Francis became one of 23 murderers of that year.
Shortly after, so did I.