"The media's lying to us? Yeah, right. You people should go to jail."
Those who could see found their vision had no light, their voice had no audience.
They had nowhere to go. The few true revolutionaries looked within for freedom, for genuine solutions to problems and for the truth.
It was a movement with no sound or fury, a concoction of like-minded people who decided the box had nothing to offer them. They would meet every so often to provide comfort to one another.
The rest of society simply ignored them. They knew what was best for themselves and for others. Very soon they outlawed questions by refusing to answer them.
This is how a lie became the truth. The revolutionaries are nothing more than a memory somewhere deep in the archives of the Town that Time Forgot.
No one will ever ask about the time capsule of the revolutionaries and their ideas. It's not that they don't care. They just don't know how.
Now they don't even recognize themselves. Who says you need a gun to dictate to the masses? Some just dictate themselves.