Something strange happened today. There was a slight connection in my brain that picked up someone that personally knows me. It shouldn't have happened because Mich has so far blocked me from feeling more than just sorrow. It’s off because for days now I haven’t felt Michael in my thoughts, and actually quite the opposite. This strange anomaly cannot be explained, but I have another idea as to who it would be. Father.

That man is going to get what he truly deserved, for Mich I shall fight. For the other children who he took away from home, I will set them all free. For myself, most of all, I prove to myself that I am not a monster. I am not a weapon of mass destruction only to be used on Father’s terms. No I cannot let this stand. So today I stop acting like a child, sniveling and obedient. Doing whatever Father tells me. Today I become a rebel against the only future I had ever known, one where we all will be free.

My mantra is the only thing giving me strength right now as I hitchhike my way to South Dakota. It dawned on me that I needed to be strong, stronger than I had ever been before. That this was my one and only chance to get myself a chance for a life I had been denied because I had become an experiment. One that was against my rights and will, although at the time unknowing. For this it prompts me to do more physical exercise, so I can be just as strong as Mich.

Time was not on my side because of my groveling I had been set back days into my plan. Not to mention their plans forward into the zone of no turning back. Continuing to travel began to grow tiring and that other connection in my mind is not of Michael’s. Some days it remains dormant, other times it speaks soliloquies about world domination. All kinds of plans they had all figured out were all contained in my head, physically recorded for optimum accuracy if I was apprehended by police again.

My days have not moved. Yet it seems like when I sleep I grow weary and I travel beyond my physical self. It has led me to grow my power even further, but these powers can only be used in sleep. As I first started to do these things I was able to trace that voice in my head. I knew that it was Father, but I never knew he was Michael’s father.

That power gives me the ability to find whomever I think of and look further into the past of that person. I attempted this on many occasions, and the first time it worked was on Father. From that vision I know that he was in prison and was a big drinker. He was arrested for drugs and alcohol, but was able to get out after complying with police on the case with missing children, Mich and I.

After his release he had been gathering children for someone still on the inside. With the intent of taking over the world he has gathered almost thirty of us, to one day storm the capital building and claim power. Mich and I were the first to be created, and for that he loved us, just that he loved Mich more. He did not work alone however, and for years he has modified children. To have this as a dream is terrible. To have that dream come true shocks me even more.