My name is Mark Bell. I’m the leader of this colony.
There are only about 200 of us left. After the conflict, we fled to the Rocky Mountains where we knew we could survive in small numbers and have a good chance of being left alone by the Hybrids. We were no longer a threat. We’d live in exile.
Now, there are rumblings. Bits and pieces of information come to us from friends and family who are hybrids, but remain emotionally connected. A new leader has taken power who claims we are still a threat.
The majority of Americans wanted to be “chipped.” They saw what it did. The first adopters would live to be 150 years old, and self-preservation is an instinct that is almost impossible to resist. But, we did. No one was going to turn me into a computer.