Chapter 1 my mother thinks i'm dead. Obviously i'm not dead,but it's safer for her to think so. At least twice a month, i see my wanted poster flashed on the JumboTrons scattered throuhout downtown Los Angeles. It looks out of place up there. Most of the pictures on the screens are of happy things: smiling children standing under a bright blue sky, tourists posing before the Golden Gate Ruins,Republic commercials in neon colors. There's also anti-Colonies propaganda."The colonies want our land,"the ads declare."They want what they don't have.Don't let them conquer your homes!Support the cause!"Then there's my criminal report. It lights up the JumboTrons in all its multicolored glory: wanted by the republic, file no:462178-3233"Day