Paul- United Human Faction- Night 49
The first twenty items in the box were folders from long before they had even created the Institute for a United Humanity. They held essays, drawings, and even postcards on which they had written about the “self-imposed downfall” of their nation. Back then they had loved their lives. Everything was a joke.
Paul could trace the revolution back to one document, though. It was an essay from Julian’s freshman year in college. He had always been an expert at giving teachers what they wanted in essays, but not in the one Paul held in his hand. It was covered in red marks, with a massive critique written above the title.
This is not an ESSAY; this is a RANT
Paul smiled. Julian had been the last to take the movement seriously, but he had always been the most passionate of them all.
The next page wiped the smile from his face. It was a printout of the homepage of the IUH website, but the banner read “United Human Faction.” Paul knew Karen had been the one to come up with the new name, but he didn’t realize that the name had been written two years before their first actions.
He crumpled the paper, and moved on to the next document, and the next, and the next. He watched their innocent experiment turn into a secret society, then a private army. All their emotions, all their secrets, poured into a cardboard box. They made the creature out of their fear and hatred.
The name of the site changed officially when he enlisted Thomas.
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