I remember when it all began many years ago. The world was going crazy, our country claiming to be the best and proudest place in the world was falling apart. Politicians had sold us out, most of our jobs had gone overseas to save money. Then came the time that no one had money because work was gone and gas had gone out of sight. The only ones that had money were the ones that created this place and caused the problem. Sick and evil people of power, the mega wealthy. Our homeland had become unstable and they felt it wasn't safe for them to live there anymore. Rebelion was in the air and any day the country could tear its self apart. Hence this place came into existence, a safe refuge for the wealthly to live. In the beginning we didn't realize we were keeping the beast alive, new jobs was all any of us could see and a way to feed our families. Construction covered the island, it was built into a tropical paradise like a massive disney World or resort area. No cost was spared nothing but the very best went into the island.

After completion it was evident that workers wanted to stay, this didn't fit the plans of the wealthy rulers, there were just to many and with their families there would be even more in a few years. Something had to be done. This paradise was only for the elite few, the poor had no place here except to serve and in limited numbers. A secret meeting was held between 50 or 60 of the wealthiest to decide the fate of the people that wasn't wanted. A test of a country is the power of its police force and army, since creation of this place no thought of either had given much thought especially an army. Oh, each family had there own security and body guards but that was about it. Nothing with a uniform power existed on the island, in the secret meeting that night several ideals were kicked around, mainly the one with the technology ban. The commoners or poorer classes were going to have to live without the luxury of modern things. The police force was patterned after the German SS of World War II, they would be exempt from the technology ban. The force size would be large enough to handle any revolt that could ever happen and keep the locals in line by fear if necessary. No thought of just asking them to leave the island ever crossed their minds. The Army would be fashioned after the Roman Legions, trained to be fierce but swords, shields and spears were there main weapons. They couldn't stand against the police force. The leaders of the Police force were hand picked, they would follow the high archy without hesitation or question. Union leaders and construction formen disappeared over night their fates were never known. The borders were sealed to the outside world except for the wealthy who could paint a picture of harmony on the island as they tended to there businesses on the other continents.

Camps were created for trouble makers, realy for people that didn't have jobs on the island anymore. Most of them were laborers. The men went to camp Soloman Pain and the women went to a camp called Houseguard. Most of the men that were young and hansome and were rainable were castrated and sold as house boys. The others were either trained as gladiators to perform for the rich fighting to the death or simply executed. If a slave stayed alive long enough and won enough games he might win his freedom. The beautiful women of Houseguard were usually sold as slaves or put into training to be ponies for chariots in the Pony Cartel. The women that were not desirable met the same fate as the men either executed by crucifixion or beheaded by a guillotine or a chopping block as a pleasure killing. To be sold as a slave only extended the time that most of them had, a master could become bored and simply do away with the slave. A slave had no rights, and when you were sold at the auction block you bacame a slave.

The technical people were spared for the most part. Some of them disappeared into the camps but the ones that were required to keep the island running were spared. They were prisoners but prisoners in a lavish cell. They enjoyed all that pleasures that there class were allowed. Gambling on Pony Races was beginning to have a major impact on the island. Several technical types won enough to become excepted as wealthy maybe not a mega millionaires but a millionaire, a kindred soul of the born wealthy, hence Pony Races became the fad of the day, a way to advance from the lower classes to the upper class.

The population on the island was still growing, it was clear to the upper class that more had to be done to protect their homes. These peasants were going to have to be dealt with. But how some kind of permanent birth control was going to have to be enforced. The weathy men said not to the women, so that left the men. Yes, some of the wealthy women while out clubbing had picked up men and gotten pregnant by them, this would close that door. But it had to be done in secret and with much discretion. You just couldn't order all the men to be castrated or the Police force wouldn't be large enough to handle it. The Army was going to have to be castrated as well, how?

A new drink was invented, a cola that had a drug in it. The drink was very tasty and addictive, it also made the drinker very open to suggestions. This drink was a success over night and no one was the wiser, for it took time. But when you had drank enough you would almost do anything anyone suggested. It was suggested to the women that castrated husbands were fashionable and if they were castrated why not have two. This would let half of the female population be available to the wealthy as whores or slaves. Only something went wrong, terribly wrong, the wealthy women liked the drink as well along with their husbands that didn't know. Even some of their own wives and children were hooked on the cola.

Only twelve knew about the truth of the drink on the whole island, they all boarded a plane to go to Europe to get an antidote to save their families and friends in the middle of the night. In their haste and despiration all twelve got on the plane, no one stayed behind as a precaution. The jet taxied out to the runway and started its takeoff. Climbing to 40,000 feet the plane disappeared into the blackness of the night and turned toward Europe. Out over the North Atlantic many hours later they were all dicussing how to put the antidote in the drink so only the wealthy families would be effected. Maybe in two parts, the chemist in England would know. All of a sudden the plane went silent, the whine of the engines ceased. What had happened, the pilot used the intercom to tell them the fuel lines looked like they had froze. It was his only guess, he had sent a mayday and it was answered. He was a very good pilot and the sea was calm he would get them down in one piece and they were very near the coast of England. His decent was perfect as he got ready to flair out over the surface of the ocean to belly in he saw the broadside of a very large anchored frieghter. A million in one chance of two objects being in this place at the same time, a blinding flash of light as the jet exploded into the side of the anchored freighter. All aboard the jet were killed, know one knew why they were going to England in the middle of the night. The islands fate was sealed.

It only took hours for the island to hear about the crash of the jet. Twelve of the islands founders were dead, they would be remembered, the world had lost twelve of its wealthiest people. Even in their deaths they would seal the fate of the island, their own thoughts and ideology would be remembered and preached as a new gospel.