My name is Amanda. I'm eighteen.
I wrote this in 2043. You're reading it in 2026.
To everyone else, 2026 feels like just another year.
People are paying rent, planning weekends, assuming tomorrow will look more or less like today.
They don't see what's already moving in.
They don't know that soon no one will truly own their home, their land, or even the shoes on their feet.
I know.
I live in the only place that remains free.
My father built it. Inside these walls, we have our own water, our own power, our own schools.
Here, they call him King. They treat me like a princess.
I spend my time differently.
I'm a researcher.
For years, I've gone through what he tried to bury: deleted messages, old bank records, security footage from streets that don't exist anymore.
I wasn't after the legend they teach in our schools.
I wanted the real story.
What I found isn't a report.
It's the account of how one man fought with everything he had to reach the top—
the quiet deals in the dark,
the people he had to leave behind, the women he loved before he became King.
I found the blood and the heartbeat behind the kingdom I grew up in.
Many names appear in these files.
You'll meet them one by one.
I won't tell you which one is my father.
I want you to watch him become the legend—slowly, the same way I did.
I'm sharing this story because I'm proud of him, and because the world should know how this place came to be.
Let's open the first file.