It was now the year 2088 - It has been 10 years since we'd started our mission on earth to reactivate the Blockchain and revive Steemit.
Me, Satoshi Jr. and Ned Jr. had just met up in Paris, on our 10th Birthday.
Satoshi was leading us. He said we had somewhere to go.
We were following him through the busy streets of Paris. Security Cameras were everywhere so we were strategically taking narrow, old streets where there weren't any.
Growing up, I had already noticed that the security cameras were everywhere. I could never say or do anything daring or out of the ordinary, otherwise I would've been detected.
But Dan had already prepared us for this, he told us:
"Think like the wise men that you are, but act like a child. This is the only way we can complete the mission. You are much more inconspicuous and innocent as kids."
So as we were following Satoshi, me and Ned Jr. were playing and fooling around.
Whenever we were sure we could not be seen, we took our usual posture back: Upright position and with a strong gaze to the front.
"Don't make fun of me", Ned Jr. said, because he had been reborn as a girl. " I can imagine it's weird for you guys. It's actually not bad being a girl. This body is fit."
I chuckled. It was amazing how Ned could always see the positive in every situation.
Maybe it's even better for us as a group to have a girl, rather than 3 guys, it made us less suspicious.
Our first objective would be to find out what had happened on earth while we were growing up.
We didn't notice a lot of it, because we were just small kids and always with our parents. I had only noticed the security cameras, and how Mom had to go to weekly memory scans.
Finally, we arrived at the building Satoshi led us to. There was a door, and as Satoshi knocked on it, a little window in the door was opened and the raspy voice of an old man asked: Who is there?
There was a brief moment of silence, and then we heard the door being unlocked.
"How could you remember all those numbers?!" I asked, astonished.
Satoshi just nodded in my direction, and then went through the door.
The one who greeted us was a very old many, probably more than 80 years old. Then, he started to hug us.
"Finally you are here! We didn't even believe you'd still come anymore! We are the last people that had worked for Steemit, and had been told that one day you three would come and save our world!"
"That's why I brought you here. He will report to us" said Satoshi, and his voice sounded so unfamiliar in my ears because he rarely ever spoke.
"Where's Ned Junior?", the old man suddenly asked. "Did he not make it? Oh no, Ned didn't make it right?!", he almost started sobbing.
"Umm, no. It's me. I am Ned Junior" replied Ned, in the body of a blonde, 10-year-old girl.
"Oh", said the old man, and abruptly stopped sobbing. "That's.. That's great that your alive! ...
Now follow me boys!" he said, and turned around.
We followed his slow walk into a meeting room, where we were greeted by about 6-7 other elderly men and women. So one after another, they started explaining to us what had happened on Earth since and before we were born.
It had all started 9 years ago, when Facebook bought out Google after a financial crash. Facebook gained full control. And in the End, it came out that super-rich family clans like the Rothschilds, the Rockefellers etc. were the initiators of the whole plan.
Everything had been planned, and in the end they managed to live up to their name "Facebook": They had portrait pictures of every human being on the planet, registered, so that crimes were even harder to commit. They were able to track every person and control the memories of each person.
In the US, they had even initiated a fee for breathing air, because supposedly the government was cleaning the air.
Elon Musk's Family had emigrated to the Mars, they'd been wanting to do that for quite some time.
The right side of the brain was almost never used anymore, and expressing creativity was not allowed.
Humans were becoming more like robots, and robots were becoming more like humans.
Technology was controlling the world.
There were only 2 cultural classes anymore: those who were super-rich and had all the information, and those who were extremely poor and could do nothing else but work.
There was no more middle class, just a huge gap.
"Why didn't we protest properly when those new laws were initiated", one of the old ladies sobbed. "We all saw what happened, saw the wars happening, but we didn't do or say anything!"
She choked, and was handed some water.
"We always thought that everyone would turn out fine in the end.. We thought it couldn't get any worse.. but it did! You three can change it! You can reactivate the Blockchain and revive Steemit! You can give humanity their creativity back!" Now the old man who was greeted us was talking with youthfully sparkling eyes. "No one is drawing anymore, or playing music. Everything is just grey, grey and white! Well, and blue. Due to facebook." He sighed.
"And the worst part" he said, with a shaking voice, "is that the super-rich have now started eating human meat. It's a delicacy, you can only get it in 5 Stars Restaurants.". He bit his lip. "'Italian. Korean, Brazilian, Nigerian, Australian.' That is their menu. Every ethnicity has different features and a different taste.
This world has become very difficult since you started your mission.
You need to have a very good plan if you want a chance to complete your goal."
"We have a plan", Ned said with a loud, confident tone.
"Yes!", me and Satoshi added.
- To be continued -