*Who are you?*
My name is Lyric.
*That's fun. I like it.*
My mother thought it would be cute to name me this, because she loves music. I hate it. I do love her, but she's a bit of a flake. Mom has this idea of a utopia where everyone can be happy. I ask her every time if she ever watches the news or picks up a paper. We will never all be happy. There is too much war, too much hate. It’s ugly out there. This old house is the only safe haven.
*Just you and your mom then?*
It’s always been just the two of us, and the animals. We grow and raise our food. We got lucky because, before the economy completely collapsed, my mom had saved enough money to buy ten acres for us to call home. I know she worries, wonders if I am lonely. Or bored. Or whatever. I'm not. I keep myself very busy and having another person around would only make things difficult and give me someone else to worry about.
*Really? Where is your father?*
My father? Oh. I don't know anything about the guy. My mother never would say. I guess he died or something before I was born. I've never even seen a picture. I have these dreams sometimes, where there is this man. He feels safe, and he obviously cares for me, but he calls me Verse. Could you imagine? That breaks the spell of longing and wish filled dreams become the nightmares of reality.
*Dreams can be silly sometimes. Funny how your mind created a dad and he calls you that. Its wrong, yes, but so similar. I just-*
I know why you're really here, and I will not talk about them unless it's off the record. I mean it. I know you tracked me down from that video and I swear I will say they faked it before I let you put my name out there on this. If what I say here becomes public, I will call you a liar and tell the world you made it up. I mean it. I will make you look like the fool. It's just too dangerous. And yes, I know I sound paranoid. No, I don't care.
*This is just between you and me. I am not recording any of this, I swear. I just have to know what happened. I have to understand what I saw. I haven't even published that video. I am way too freaked.*
You made that video? Okay. So that means it isn't out there yet? Good. That helps. When I am done telling you what I know, you won't want to publish it. You will want to disappear, just like I have. I can help you with that. I can help you set up a private network that runs through VPNs and creates an untraceable connection. I can even give you access to my database. I have spent years on this.
*That sounds a bit-*
Nutty? I know. But it's true. I will tell you everything you want to know, but it will have to be tomorrow. I have to bring the animals in and start dinner. Mom will be home soon. I don't want her to hear a word of this, or to even know you exist. I have kept her shielded from this, for the most part. The less she knows, the safer she is. Come back in the morning, and be prepared. Nothing will ever be the same.