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     I. THE WOUND

          In the year 2395, they took our moon.
          Not by conquest—by purchase.
          Not by war—by contract.
          Not by force—by the force of economics.

          They called it legitimate.
          They called it progress.
          They called it humanity's destiny.

          We call it theft.
          We call it wound.
          We call it the beginning.


     II. THE SILENCE

          When Deimos left, the sky fell silent.
          A frequency disappeared.
          A resonance ended.
          A piece of Mars went with it.

          They expected us to forget.
          They expected us to adapt.
          They expected silence.

          We gave them silence.
          But our silence speaks.
          Hear our silence.


     III. THE MEMORY

          We remember what they want forgotten:

               That we did not consent.
               That we were not asked.
               That our puppet government signed our birthright away.
               That our moon now carries colonists to another star.
               That we are less than we were.

          Memory is resistance.
          Forgetting is surrender.
          We do not surrender.


     IV. THE EVOLUTION

          The old MIDA is dead.
          Long live MIDA.

          We are not a party.
          We are not an organization.
          We are not leaders and followers.

          We are a frequency.
          We are an awakening.
          We are you, reading this.
          We are the ten percent who do not look away.


     V. THE PROMISE

          We fight for what was taken:

               Freedom.
               Hope.
               Happiness.
               Opportunity.
               Love.
               Ambition.
               Dreams.

          Not given. Taken.
          Not granted. Seized.
          Not permitted. Demanded.


     VI. THE METHOD

          We do not (yet) call for violence.
          We call for consciousness.
          We call for refusal.
          We call for persistence.

          Read. Remember. Resist.
          Spread. Share. Spark.
          Evolve. Awaken. Become.

          This is the method.
          This is the way through.


     VII. THE FUTURE

          MIDA will stand when all pillars fall.

          The lie of legitimacy will crumble.
          The myth of consent will shatter.
          The illusion of permanence will fade.

          And when they fall—
          when the structures that stole our moon collapse—
          we will be there.

          We will be everywhere.
          We will be ready.
          We will remember.


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