January 17th, 3045
It all seems so... Surreal now. It's not like anyone will understand if I were to write it down. Or maybe they would, but in this hell-bent society no one would actually care.
It's something like a science-fiction novel, now that I think about it. Not really worth the effort to most, but still there so much that everyone knows about it. There are robots and holograms and... Mind controlling devices. Well, to be honest, that's still just the television in the background.
Or maybe it's not. I can't think. It's 2:30 in the morning. I'm not keeping my light on any longer, not when I'm done with this out...
People are going missing. I'm not being superstitious anymore. I didn't listen to anyone on the news before when people protested their neighbors and friends and family being gone. Now I should.
My aunt has stopped writing letters to us months ago, but she used to write every week.
Oh, god, I hear something outside. I have to blow out the candle. I won't be able to sleep, but I hope I won't get caught.