The world has changed. And not for the better.
The politicians will tell you differently, of course, but they’re wrong. Most of society just goes along, never giving any thought to the past. That’s the way the government wants it. History has been dramatically altered, if not expunged altogether in most places.
But there are a few, just a handful that dwindles with each passing year, who know better, who are trying to preserve humankind’s history. I am one of them. We’re called Searchers.
The Searchers is a secret society, formed just over one hundred years ago, to seek out, save, and pass on, knowledge from our past. Each Searcher has a particular method of carrying out the job. Some use simple voice recorders to listen to and archive oral history, passed down through the millennia. Some collect ancient artifacts, like artworks and books to save knowledge and pleasure.
Then there are the paired Searchers. The teams of dream-walkers and their scribes, who travel through dreams, searching memories and recording the images, sounds, smells, and feelings of each one.
I am Sarah. I’m a dream-walker. And my scribe is missing.