Ambling along the riverside in the early eve, I hear a trio of young musicians serenade a crowd. Mellifluous overtones from their instruments blend with the susurrated rustles of dried amber leaves as I pass by. A breeze from the west pats my shoulders, streetlights begin to dim, and I know it is time to depart as soon as I hear the payphone ring…
It would be unjust of me to not start at the beginning as I tell you who we were and what we did. I will not unveil everything as we are being watched. Not by a person. The government has a secret system: a machine that spies on us every hour of every day. I know, because I built it. I designed it to be a guardian, a Samaritan, but now it is just another tool of the regime.
Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret. Usually, you would never find us, we would find you but setbacks have stalled our operations. Traces of our presence have been purposefully left and we hope that you are skilled enough to find them. Those that do may be recruited into our ranks, those that don’t…may continue their wool covered lives.