Story: A World of Kids

About eight years have passed since beings from Sector 2 planet V67 came and started a war with us, the human race. They wanted to obtain our world for their purposes, which are unknown to me, or any of us. The adults have sent us here to protect us from them. They have decided to transport us, the kids, to planet X715, which is unknown to other races of beings.

We are sent in SPD-spheres, which are spheres made of a man-made element and whose interior is completely secluded from the outside. We are transported in these SPD-spheres through black holes to Sector 9 planet V67. The trip is brutal; some of us are hurt, because of the compression of matter, which feels like being put inside a bottle. When we land here we are identified, and we become part of a kids’ world.
I was part of the first generation to come here, and now I am fifteen years old. I will have to leave soon, and go back home to fight and take part in the Great War, like many others who have gone before me.

Unlike the planet we left from when we became four years old, this planet does not have violence, anger, envy, or war. The other kids have not experienced it and don’t know what it is, but when they return—besides facing the war—they will also experience the real world. Without the adults and their different world, we have lived in peace, with respect towards each other, and we have fun.
Right now I am in the “World Centre,” planning what the others and I must do to face the evil among us.

It all started three days ago, when some of the older teens started what must be a war, after many years of peace among us. I, along with the other three world leaders of the four sovereignties, have to join forces to plan what we are going to do.
I said, “What are we going to do? We are the future of the human race.”
“I don’t think there will be any following generations. The others are very strong, and many have died,” answered Jonathon, another world council president.

“But…”

“That is enough. We are fighting; I don’t know with what, but we are not just going to stand here and not put up a good fight!”

One of the council assistants, JK, came in running. He looked very exhausted and was out of breath.

“Hello, Smiley,” he said.

“Yes, what do you want?”

“The others have started to attack the main cities. Many have died. They have declared a fight. Look!”

He turned on the monitor in front of the world council leaders. On the screen there was a news broadcast, and in it were two huge buildings. They were the tallest in the world and they were on fire. About nine minutes had passed since they had started seeing the broadcast, and they just stood, petrified, as they saw people running. There was smoke everywhere. Then one of the buildings collapsed.

“I can’t believe this! How could this have happened?” I exclaimed.

“They want to rule over our planet, like the adults,” said Eva.

“Where did they get ammunition, first of all?” questioned Jonathon.

“We must do something!” cried Eva.

“But we don’t have weapons!” reminded JK.

“We should try talking with them,” suggested Smith.

“No; they’re like the adults. They won’t listen,” I said.

Lately this group of older kids had been acting very strange; they were very distant from the group and hardly ever participated in anything.

Now that I think of it, they did not come in SPD-spheres; they just appeared one day and incorporated into our world.

“Maybe they are not humans, maybe they’re aliens, like those in the book Childhood’s End, which took over the world,” said Smith.

“Or maybe they are disguised aliens, like Valentine M. Smith in Stranger in a Strange Land,” JK added.

“You got that wrong. Valentine was human, but he grew up on Mars, smartass,” I corrected.

Eva said, “Whatever they are, what is going to happen? What if the adults come and see there is no more Kid’s World?”

“We are going to have to fight back.”

“…But the rules—”

“Would you want to die?”

“Of course not!”

“Well, then, let’s go.”

I communicated back to Earth and gave the situation to the Earth military chief, Reltih Izan.

He responded. “We anticipated this might happen, which is why we left weapons in a subterranean chamber: Region 0, Zone 3. Good lu—” The transmission stopped abruptly.
While Smith and I went to look for the chamber, Eva and Jonathon called the older children to come and get ready for a war.

After Smith and I found the chamber, we went back to the main hall. Many had been summoned there; then Smith and I headed to the chamber and got ready for the fight.
Many died, but in the end—after weeks of a well-fought war—we won. Few lived to tell the tale.

I never thought this would happen. How could a war have started here, among kids?

I thought that I would never see a war; not until I got back to Earth. But I was wrong.