We Are AMBER

Things have been getting kind of tense lately to the point I've felt compelled to tell someone.  Anyone.

Firstly about me; I'm Joshua, Josh to most people, Lucius to others when I'm online, geeky I know but I find it gives me some distance if I'm gaming or chatting to someone, you can never be too careful right?

So where to start...

My Uncle rang me up a few weeks back to tell me about a lecture series he thought I might be interested in.  The topic was genetically modified crops, not a major interest of mine I'll admit but I was free and had nothing better to do that night.  The lecture was pretty heavy going.  The speaker, Dr. Solomon Baxter was enlightening us on the various evils of Genetically Modified Organisms (GMOs) I'll include some pictures of the presentation next post if I remember.  He was talking about a company by the name of The Friendliness Trust, some big relatively anonymous umbrella corporation, they own a lot of fairly well-known biotechnology companies, food companies, consultation groups for DEFRA, that kind of thing.  Anyways, just as the lecture began to get interesting, with Dr. Baxter illustrating the phenomenal potential for abuse of GMOs by TFT, he said something that really caught my attention, that people had been disappearing.

I laughed at first, I mean people don't just disappear.  The police or MI5 or someone would intercede, surely?

As he turned to the next slide the door burst open.  Three men.  Suits.  Handguns.  The first ordered us to stay seated, another snatched the laptop from the lectern at the front.  The third led Dr Baxter away at gun point.  I was stunned, still am to be honest.  I mean they looked professional, but surely the government wouldn't be involved?  I thought this country had freedom of speech?

Dr Baxter's daughter was in the audience.  Her screams, Christ, I can still hear them now.  It was harrowing. She called after her Dad again and again.  Asked where he was being taken.  No answer came. Just a barked order to sit down.  Reinforced by the barrel of a 9mm pointed squarely at her face.  Poor girl must be about my age.

This whole episode could only have lasted a matter of minutes and they were gone.  As I left the lecture hall I caught a glimpse of another man in a suit.  Camera in hand.  Pointed straight at me.  Why me?  Yeah I was there but why should I be of interest?  That's when I found AMBER.  

To AMBER, I am Lucius, agent 3466.  That's all they know, we exchange communications periodically and I try my best to help without getting too close.  I don't want to be next.  So why should I admit all this here, on a public access blog?  Because I think I might be...