Their next move was to put a lot of us onto the terror watch list that was now shared among countries. It made it harder to move around the world and commit acts of terror. Their mistake was in not getting all of us on that list.
A faction formed that no longer wanted this to be peaceful. Calling themselves the new American Patriots they began blowing up input stations. So the police doubled and tripled the guard around the facilities.
The rest of us stayed in the shadows. Once they caught you then you were gone. We never saw anyone again that was captured. We assumed the worst (dead).
Some of us started tagging public buildings. “Images are but memories lost” and “see it, feel it, don’t forget” everywhere that there weren’t cameras. They were careful after the camera riots. The underground had created an application that tracked the location so they moved instead to drones. Always in the air looking down at people. They were much harder to track than the stationary cameras. The wi-fi bombs only worked if they came close to the ground and after awhile they stopped. Less clarity of the images from height was to our advantage. They couldn’t identity us as quickly and react with attacks.
The mouse stayed moving but the cat got to many of us over time. We lost good people to a war we shouldn’t have had to fight. The national photo database was a sham. It was always the intent to enforce a larger scheme. Control was the goal of the system and control they got.
Death in the end was the result.
In 2033 the obscure technology leaked from the underground. It was a simple chip that once placed on a person obscured their image from the system. At first we only had a few, 10,000 or so. But we started building them in earnest. Placing them in everything, food, clothing and even buildings. They couldn’t react against civilians that were simply wearing a chip. It was simply a chip that created a field around a person. That field altered the aspect of them and make them look like anyone. So we generated 300 million images of the president. What could they do?
As quietly as it appeared in 2034 they shut the national picture registry down. They forgave all that rebelled and the concept of personal freedom pushed back to nearly where it had been before. They didn’t take down the camera’s and the drones still flew.
But they didn’t have everyone’s picture.
None of the people lost from the system were ever found. No mass grave. No burial plot. No record and in the end no body. Just a memory on a printed picture of a person with no records in the system.
We copied those pictures. We put them everywhere. We called them the nobodies. Never forget that you are but one mistake from being a nobody was the slogan.