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Intro
Stories flow from the mouths of all as teeth clatter.
Mumbles from unknowing minds flow throughout our world. Yet none can tell you what I have seen.
Nothings left to trace them back from whence they came.
Do unto others as you would have done unto you.
Could these words have traveled through space and even time?
No one will ever know.
Yet my words may uncover the mystery.
Chapter 1 "The Begining"
It was a Sunday night in “rural” Michigan, though nothing was really rural any more. The houses were butted up against each other just like every other place but we had dirt roads and the farmers got an extra lot or two. That was unless they had connections and even then they usually had three to four families living off the land. Only a few miles to the south lay Port Huron, which was quite difference from the fresh construction of its neighboring cities. Dilapidated buildings were piled atop each other and neon lights just accentuated their condition. Still that’s where everyone went on a quiet night, anywhere where there was music. Even though school started the next day none of that mattered. School was only a few hours and the only thing we really learned was History and English. Its not like we needed math or science that’s what we had machines for and now that most of the books the schools had were being banned English was slipping away too. Education didn’t mean anything, any able bodied person could get a decent job and if you know what the people really want, all the better.