wolf machine dream

**inspired by The Hunger Games and Divergent, i'm sure of it.  

My family was visiting Japan when Mount Fuji erupted 20 years ago.  I was 3 years old at the time.  The eruption destroyed half of Tokyo and over three-quarters of the population perished.  Survivors were put into districts according to social status.  All non-Japanese people were placed in district 6 or 7, depending on how many children they had.  At that time my family was placed in district 6.  My older brother was 10.  When my younger brother was born, the government moved us to district 7.  The government was trying to control the number of people living in Tokyo.  The lower districts were discouraged from having children.

When I turned 23, the president came to district 7 for a visit.  We became friends, and he let me move up to district 1.  On my way there, I visited the other districts.  Each one looked the same.  There was one building where everyone lived.  All the business and government offices were in this building.  The government offices were on the 5^th floor—the top floor—of each building. 

When I reached district one, the president took me to my apartment.  It was on the 5^th floor, next to a large room that no one ever entered, it seemed.  One night, I snuck out of my room and hid around the corner.  The president snuck down the hallway and went into the large room and I snuck in behind him.  The room was full of young women that the president used in any way he wanted.  Disgusted, I ran out of the room and down the stairs.  I pulled the fire alarm so everyone in the building would have to leave.  After the “all clear” was given, we all walked back up the stairs and I went to bed.

The next day, the president sent someone to my apartment and invited me to his office.  when I got in there, there were a lot of people standing around a TV.  Every year the district made a music video making fun of the previous year’s number 1 hit.  We sat around the TV and watched it.

Suddenly, the office turned into a large auditorium in the center of the town.  It was a big ceremony to congratulate the women in the secret room for making the video, and to give an update on all the districts.  A State of the Union, I guess.  I was standing near the edge of the room, when a wolf machine moved toward me. 

He said, “It’s time.  Represent us!” 

I asked, “Are you here?  Ready?”

“Yes,” he said.

“All of you?”  I wanted to be sure.

“All of us,” he said and snorted.

I walked around some of the people sitting and listening to the president speak.  I walked up the center aisle and hopped up onto the stage, next to the president.

“And what would I do without my most trusted advisor?” he said and put his arm around me.

I held up a small plastic disc with the number 8 in the middle, and pulled a knife out of my pocket.

“I am the representative for the rebels in district 8!” I yelled at the crowd, showed the district 8 disc to the whole audience, and stabbed the president in the heart.

A riot broke out and all the district 8 wolf machines ran into the audience and started ripping apart the people who supported the president.