Dear Reader
I’ll tell you what I think I know. The year is 2184 my name is AK4700624 and I am a fugitive. Sometime around 150 years ago all books we’re banned, in fact the ownership of any publication other than official state issue pornographic magazines became a capital offence. Many other activities that I am told had been quite commonplace in society up until that point such as visual art, meditation, non-violent sport, films (again other than state issue snuff movies or pornography) physical contact with other humanoids outside of ones prescribed allowance we’re all outlawed, but it was reading and writing that became the ultimate crime. However despite the removal of these nuisances from society some freaks are still born with a rare and deadly diseases, the symptoms of which include, the use of prohibited language, the need to paint, play music, sing and (most barbaric of all) the constant questioning of all things, including authority. Curiously all of these freaks are also born with an innate ability to read and write and it is that ability that seems to irritate the Faceless People the most. I am unfortunately one such freak.