Teleportation
The one thing I can't get my head around is teleportation.
I swear, it's by far the most confusing thing about the new modern world.
It's the one thing I can't understand about this era, and Reuben can't even explain why we developed it, or how.
Reuben is my guide, my teacher, whatever you want to call him. His job is basically to try to fix the culture shock of waking up two hundred years later without aging one bit.
Try. His job is to try, because knowing he'll succeed going into it is virtually impossible.
Anyway, today I was learning about teleporting again, because I didn't understand it.
I mean, I understood the rules and all, but I didn't understand why. And that's what I had wanted to know: why.
Reuben didn't know why either, and that's the problem: his job of teaching me is only a success if he teaches me everything I need to know without assistance of anyone else, or even a book or the internet.
But it's not like it mattered. He was only not teaching  me everything right now because he didn't want me to go out into the new era with too many questions. He kept me as a student so that when he found out why, he could tell me why.
Teleporting isn't the simplest thing in the world, but it's easy enough. The rules are regular people can teleport anywhere within the state, but have to physically cross the borders, and  officials or other important people can teleport anywhere within the country, but have to physically cross borders like  into Canada or Mexico, if there were still such a thing.
You see, sometime while I was in my coma, the United States took over the rest of North America. The same thing happened on the other five inhabited continents: Russia took over Asia, England took over Europe, Brazil took over South America, Australia took over New Zealand, and Egypt somehow took over North Africa, while DR Congo took South Africa. So now there are seven countries in the world: America, Brazil, Russia, England, Australia, Egypt, and DR Congo.
Moving on.
The only people who can teleport across international borders are regular people like Reuben.
Well, they seem to be regular people. Reuben only seems to be like a regular person. In reality, he's one of the few people to come from a family of farmers, forgers, and resistance fighters. He, one of five siblings, came to the city for a new life. Obviously, he wasn't actually here for a new life. He was actually here because he needed to gather information for the resistance fighters. He also had an interest in teaching, which was an opportunity only people who lived in the cities had. He was like Eddy in The Great Wide Open by Tom Petty. Most people nowadays don't know who Tom Petty is anymore, because so much time has passed since his death.
I miss my family and my old life more than you could ever imagine. Back in my time, my family was bilingual, but now everyone speaks only English. In my time, we wrote and drew on paper, and now we write and draw on computers and tablets. In my time, we learned about history and the first amendment and our four freedoms: freedom of religion, freedom of the press, freedom of speech, and freedom to gather. Now everything is controlled as it was in Nazi Germany or Japan: press is censored by the government, saying the wrong thing can get you in jail or dead, having a different religion than Catholic can cause your death, and a suspicious large gathering can lead to jail time or death.
When I walked this earth before my sleep, I could freely speak German or English, it was a choice. I could practice Judaism freely, without being killed, jailed, or fined. I could publish controversial articles; I can no longer do such a thing. I could attend or organize a gathering of many people for any reason. Now I can do nothing that makes me me.
So now I'm mostly alone in this world. Reuben says once we know why he'll help me escape and bring me to where his family lives on a farm out in Slovia.
I, of course, accepted the offer, and now I'm simply waiting for the day we find out why.

A/N:
Sorry to bother y'all, but the picture at the top is not mine, credits to the artist, whoever that may be.
Bye now!
-BlackpeltIsABoss