2223, that was the year I was born. My parents named me Justin, a name that means fair or just, yet in this cruel world wherever righteousness walks, trouble is never far behind.
My name is Justin Brown, and if there is one thing I have learned since childhood, it is that normal is a privilege I was never meant to have.
My mother died when I was still young enough to believe adults were permanent, and after that day the world did not shatter loudly but shifted quietly into something colder, something that never quite felt right again.
This is the year 2261, and I am about to do something that will alter the course of history in ways I can neither predict nor control. I do not know what the consequences will look like when everything is finished, and I do not know who will survive what follows, but I know exactly why I am stepping forward.
Because none of this truly began today.
It began in the year 2242, the year I turned nineteen and finally became old enough to see the world not as it was presented to me, but as it truly was.