A week after that his life started to fall apart. His wife died in an ‘accident’, no doubt arranged by ‘them’. Shortly after, his children were kidnapped by and unknown terrorist group, and he was fired from his job for being ‘unstable’. He thought of what horrible genetic experiments were performed on his children, he knew, for once he had done them on others. He should have gone insane, for that’s what they expected him to do, but he survived. He thought that he was stronger than them, but there could exist no belief but theirs; no will but theirs. They were freedom’s greatest enemy, but he was now free to think. They knew, and they could not have it. They knew everything.
Kwon space was now a toy for them, they were reality, and their thought was omnipotent. He had been running away from something that was always in front of him, no matter what he did, they knew. How had it come to this? He did not know. Up until now they had been playing with him, giving him subtle warnings and displays of their power. But now, hiding on an uninhabited planet in the far reaches of the galaxy, he thought he was safe. After barely two hours they came for him in full force, he knew it meant the end. They were on a search and destroy mission for him. He had challenged them and now he must face the consequences.
He knew what they were. If he was lucky, it was death, for in this world there were fates far, far worse than death. He cringed at the thought…
Wait! They spotted him. He knew this was the end; there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide from them. And to think that some of his own inventions were being used against him, the weapons he designed now pointed at him, oh the irony!
He knew what he must do; he must die a martyr for his cause. He failed to think that no news of him would ever reach anyone; he forgot that he was only a minor annoyance to them. They had all they wanted, and they would do anything to keep it that way. His pulse raced, his muscles tensed. He jumped up, stared at one of them and said ‘you cannot control all; I am an example of that. Many more like me will come in time, you will not kill us all.’ He grabbed for his knife, but that was all he could do. They had purged the world of him, but he had died with a smile on his face, for he knew he was going to meet his family again.
In his last moments he knew that the appearance of utopia was a complete charade, hiding normal ‘civilians’ from the truth of their world. He knew that true peace; true utopia could never be achieved. He knew finally what they were afraid of, and he knew that they were like scared children, trying to keep a big toy under control.
They knew that too. He had meant the beginning of the end for their omnipotence. More and more civilians would soon start to wake up to the reality and ask questions. They also knew that despite all their power, there was nothing they could do to stop it.