"My fellow Americans," the white haired man gave a solemn smile while making heavy eye contact with the camera, "I come to you today with a heavy heart, because of all the precious resources in this great country, the one with which we must take the utmost care is our children. "

He paused to rustle some paper on the podium, which I'm pretty sure was just for affect because he was famous for reading the words off of a teleprompter.

Despite my doubts of his sincerity, the next 5 minutes of the President's speech kept me spellbound. Surrounded by bullshit and platitudes, 'the man' basically acknowledged the trials were real, we couldn't explain them, and a large percentage of 18 year olds now had super powers.

It was all stuff I already knew, but I was impressed the government was willing to admit it to the general public. I guess it was just too big to expect to keep it secret. Then the second half of the speech started and I got nervous.

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He introduced some doctor from the cdc, then a guy from the social security administration who was in charge of the selective service act, and finally some lady from FEMA. The three of them were heading up a new agency called the Trial Registration Group. It was created by executive order and tasked with studying the new powers and coming up with proposed legislation to integrate new changes into our society.

He must have hit the point that registration was voluntary at this point at least three times, and every time I heard at this point I felt my nuts try to draw up in my body. The Dawes Act in US history, the yellow star thing in the beginning of Nazi Germany, requiring folks to register with the government never led to anything good.

The press conference ended without taking questions but the comments on the post and the links to various commentators were everything I would expect. It ranged from , how do we register our neighbor if he doesn't register himself to where is the best place to build a bunker to resist the inevitable internment camps.

I sat there quietly for a minute trying to figure out how I felt about the whole thing until there was a thump on my bedroom wall and heard my mom's voice calling me faintly from the living room. It was time to face the music.