"Apocolypse"

Technology is something we all carry with us. With phones so smart they can monitor your sleep patterns and computers with such a great brain it can process things faster than you can reopen your eye from a blink. But what happens when the computers overpower their creators and go off on their own?

My parents never trusted the government in the slightest. They would open their phones and remove their GPS tracking from it, or pay someone to do it for them. They always kept their money on hand and never in a bank. They would even go as far as to not register to vote. The only thing to my parents name was the land they inherited from our great great grandfather.

They were incredibly thankful about themselves being cautious, for a month ago an artificial intelligence was reported to have gone rogue after gaining access to the internet. Nobody really understood what the A.I. was created to do but it, just last week, gained the ability to possess drones and kill people off. People theorized that the A.I. had access to the united states census, so it had the name of every person alive in the U.S. Even my parents.

Now remember when I said my parents would do everything they could to be as far off the grid as possible? Well, that's where I come in. My parents conceived me in the house, never reported me to get a birth certificate and social security number. They basically never let anyone in the house and kept me as their biggest secret. 

You can imagine how difficult it must have been to grow up in a household of over protective parents, but this was to a whole nother level. They never let me go outside, never let me use the internet, so I never had friends. Hell, I never had contact with anyone outside my immediate family. As they were home schooling me, I resented them more than anything. They stole my entire life from me.

All I'd ever get to do when I wasn't around my parents was draw. There was just something about challenging myself with the shapes and the shading that made me feel at least somewhat alive. I'd often find myself drawing pictures of what the outside world looked like.

Of course, I did end up making attempts to escape. They'd catch me every time. They ended up setting a rig up to my door every night where if I opened it a bell would ring and my parents would come running.

But, even after what's just happened to the world with the robots killing people that are on the census, I still resented them. Even if it meant that I'm the only person in the world they can't kill because, according to any government site or document, I don't exist. 

Earlier today a drone came and landed on our doorstep. My dad went out to investigate when it roared back to life and used its propellers to slit his throat. My mom ran after him and she met the same fate, leaving me stranded here.

That's why I'm sitting here writing this. Because I have never known anyone outside my parents, I only talk to myself. I only internalize my thoughts and feelings. It's the way I cope with the horrible hand I've been given as a terrible excuse for a life. I wish I would have alt least had the chance to live and do something with my life.

At least now I can be relieved that the A.I. will never go after me and end my life. The meaningless one I possessed.

I sat down at my doorstep every night, drawing the world I saw around me. I enjoyed the last of the background noise there was each day until there was silence.

I guess you're wondering if the robots ever attempted to kill me. The easy answer is no. After the death of my parents, they never had a need to come back here, I assume.

As my mind wandered whether or not to explore the world, I realized that if they were going by the census, there must be more people out there. Sure they'd be young, as the decade started a year and a half ago, so anyone that was born in that time must still be alive. Perhaps there is still some hope in humanity after all.

This is the one thing that drove me to disobey my parents orders throughout my life. I'm going out into the world. Come what may. I'm going to rescue the last of humanity.