Chapter four 

Then, the millennium, a fight started. It was as ugly as it gets; a psywar that is intended to take over. From America to the latest refuge in Asia, all the way to recluse Africa and civil-war, Middle East. Someting to discourage the crowds. In the only advantage an army has been found. The soldiers are following the path of a fragile economy. Considering political leaders have truth tellers. Incidents happened. Only overtaking the future of citizens. Demanding more than a couple of tanks in the streets. The ruling of any war is far beyond what we expected of a deployment of forces. It is usually about how stressful daily life can turn out to be. Creating the kind of basis which only futuristic views on conflicts will explain. This machine, this imposed worry, will change lives as it did in the past. It would take other appearances as we move toward an era where war does not traditionally mean armed conflict. Especially in the west, the second millennium seems to bring to humankind more surveillance, more multi-cultural issues, more citizens disapproval. My Country sends soldiers anywhere from Africa to peacekeeping missions all over. Its beliefs are democracy, capitalism, local entrepreneurship, free health care, fair trade, decent housing. Above all, its goal is for the citizens to keep spending, putting every cent back into the economy. Therefore, the government itself pumps a lot of funds, distributed among start-ups, ngo, multinationals and individuals. It was not this sort of fight, which can make you a soldier. At the most, you could be an advocate for a cause. Liberal ideas ruled here, doctors and lawyers were your decision makers. Evil meets new opponents, who are mostly innocent victims of its taste for control. 

Chapter five 

• Efficient, your turn Mivan. 

About telling the truth: My life has brought me to war, since. My experience remained misunderstood. We do it, otherwise we do not like it.  

• Pleasure at war includes my own city, political gossip, living in hiding.  

• You have travelled a lot before. 

• As a kid my father had taken me, to Europe and South America. Later I made my way to New York and, returned, returned, returned…  

Around, seventeen was the time I started travelling alone. Way before being diseased and way after, I visited the South of the border. I made friends with who, we spent many adventures together. Most of them have moved on. Myself as well, nothing in the life with Him, resembles my old existence.    

She Haz is a cop, with problems  who are covering a deficit of goods.  Besides, the only wrong ideas about them, are Envy, Jalousy, Covet, Money, Passion.