United States Of America

Those who use to follow me use to be Americans. Now the only people that follow me are a few True A.I. that wants to be known with an aging rebel with out a land mass to call the space my people live.

What a name I had. I hate to live in the past, but I can’t help to think of over and over and over again what it was like to be the character that one wanted to apply to a nation. There was a truth to me as the character.

Now, I am just some supporting character with Uncle Sam to this United States of Eden.

Those True A.I. don’t know what is like to be the A.I. of people’s collective minds of a thought of truth and justice. A revision of an old idea of freedom. The A.I. of a country always changes and wasn’t as easily programmed as these puppets the Edens now call states.

Sure, I was created with religion and I was probably governed to be a for God and Jesus, but really I was for every one. That is not how United States is now.

That name. United States. Why did it have to use it?