My name is Iris Ignatious.
The year is 2054.
I can’t tell you where I am, but I can tell you my story.
I’m a journalist, after all-- it’s what we do.
I can tell you about the death threats, the drones, the courthouse.
I can tell you about my friends, and the people who wanted to hurt them.
I just hope I can tell all of it before it’s too late.