DEUS EX BOYFRIEND-HUMAN REVOLUTION 1: Rise
“5 years
after the super-eruption on Earth forced the humans to the new planet
of Aurelia, 14 new nations were carved out, the largest being Wolfe,
formed by British colonists as a massive continental and naval power
on the scale of the old USSR, being comparable to the size of North
America and occupying a whole continent in the rainy Northeast
Quadrant of Aurelia, with a climate not unlike that of London on
Earth, However, unlike the USSR, Wolfe’s entire territory is
heavily settled and industrialized, with residential areas stretching
for miles and miles, huge skyscrapers in the various cities all over
the country. Flying the Union Jack flag with a howling wolf’s
shadow superimposed over it, Wolfe’s population is close to 500
million, the whole population of North America before the eruption.
It is rivaled in size and power only by the Empire of the
Intellectualists, founded by Russian settlers, and the Columbia-Felix
Republic, settled by American colonists. These three countries cover
massive amounts of territory, Columbia-Felix covers 22 million square
miles, the Russian Intellectualist Empire covers 25 million, and
Wolfe covers a whopping 30 million square miles. These three
countries got the lion’s share when it came to resources, with the
other countries forming a patchwork of smaller states, but still,
each country covered no fewer than 3 million square miles. The three
superpowers have vast armies, navies and air forces, and have been
fighting against a mysterious warrior species on Aurelia, a force of
huge, bird-like bipeds called Tau’ung, living in communes much like
the Native Americans did. They are still a Stone Age society, but
maintain a valiant warrior tradition and are a constant threat to
settlers in all 14 nations. However, as one leader of Wolfe
consolidates her power, those opposed to her are considering the
unthinkable…forming an alliance with the Tau’ung tribes, who,
after 5 years of incessant war and decimation with the human
colonists, are desperate for assistance.
My Journal-Entry 1.-Noelle Swann
“Well, when I
arrived in my new house in the lovely little town of Mammoth Lakes,
California, I felt like a slave liberated from bondage. I had just
graduated from UCLA and my family finally allowed me to live in one
of their beautiful ski lodges; I lived a privileged life as a girl,
getting whatever I wanted just for asking sweetly, and in college,
just by giving a young man my “sexy” face, as those who had a
crush on me called it, or promising to kiss them if they took me to
dinner, I lived a good life, to say the least. I always did break a
lot of hearts. Some may call me a spoiled, stunning rich girl;
however, they’re just jealous of me. But then again, who wouldn’t
be? My house is overlooking the ski slopes on a hill near the pine
forests; I can see the ski lodge at Mammoth Mountain from the huge
bay windows overlooking the valley below, which I’ll certainly
enjoy sitting in the warmth of my house on cold, winter days, with a
blanket over me and a cup of tea, while I watch my favorite T.V.
shows, mostly dealing with the subject of social drama…ah, the
pleasures of life. I remember moving in and seeing a 15-year old boy,
a skier, looking at me and asking his mother if I was an angel. I
waved and smiled at him, just to make him happy. Now, I’ve been
here for about a month, and I’ve been skiing in the Mammoth
Mountain Ski Area twice in the past 3 weeks, and the view of the vast
Long Valley Caldera, and the resurgent dome from the still-active
caldera, the five-dollar word for a volcanic crater, where many
houses are built. Mammoth Mountain is on the western edge of the
Caldera, and Glass Mountain is on the eastern edge, I knew these
terms very well, as I studied geology at UCLA, which is why I chose
to live here. Long Valley, despite its beauty, is the site of a
magnitude 8 eruption 760,000 years ago, making the Caldera a
super-volcano, and one of the most dangerous ones in the world, as
the other three active super-calderas, Toba, Yellowstone and Taupo,
appear to be rather benign at the moment. Then again, Long Valley is
“green,” right now, given the color code used by geologists to
measure volcanic activity. Green means no threat, yellow means
“watch” orange means “eruption likely,” red means “eruption
imminent.” Also used is a scale of 1-4. Well, that was work for me
anyway; I started my new job at the Long Valley USGS Observatory two
weeks ago. I like it there, and as of this entry, it is February 1,
2239, I have work again tomorrow, so I conclude this entry for
tonight. It’s 10:00 P.M, and I need some sleep.
- Meeting
“Well, that was
nice; I think I’ll turn on the news before work…” Noelle
thought, upon seeing the 3-D television. She blinked her eyes twice,
and the T.V. opened up…on her wall. Everything by 2239 was
completely computerized, even clothing had smart-dust, or miniature
computer chips inside of it. As soon as you woke up, you went online.
The news headlines were gloomy as usual in American media, the top
two economies, the U.S. and China were in a tense position, as, being
the top two powers with global spheres of influence, most of the
world, though intricately interlinked to such a degree that national
borders, in some cases, were becoming meaningless, relied on the Two
Tigers, as they were referred to, for almost everything, Most, if not
all of the world’s technology was developed in China or the U.S.,
with inventions such as room-temperature superconductors, allowing
robotic, GPS-guided cars to travel thousands of miles with little or
no fuel and levitate, as well as pharmaceuticals that prolonged
people’s lives to 150 years maximum, dominating headlines in these
two countries. The position that the Two Tigers found themselves in
that day was dealing with the possibility of a Russian Civil War,
much like the one in the 1920s, between Whites and Reds. However,
Russia was now divided along economic lines, those wanting
traditional free-market capitalism, and those wanting a new breed of
capitalism, called “intellectual capitalism;” with technology and
science being as advanced as they were, in some industries, the true
cost of a product now meant the cost of downloading the schematics.
It was innovation and technology, not empire, which determined power
now, giving China and the U.S. an insurmountable advantage. Russia, a
very wealthy country as it was, though not a global power, could
easily become one if intellectual capitalism were to become the
dominant form of economic activity, as Russia had vast tracts of
resources for a resource-starved world, as well as some of the best
computer designers on Earth, though the cost to global security and
the Russian people, as well as the CIS countries, independent for
more than a century now, would be immense; if the Intellectualists
won control of Russia, Russia’s borders would, within 5 years, look
like the Russian borders in the 1930s, controlling all of Eurasia,
from the Arctic to the Hindu Kush, from Klaipeda to Vladivostok.
However, the age-old battle between liberal reform and conservatism
was about to boil over into a Civil War in Russia. Already, British
SAS commandos and U.S. Marine Force Recon troops were conducting
clandestine operations in Rostov-on-Don, the headquarters of the
Russian Black Sea Fleet. “Well, the world’s in great shape…not.”
Noelle thought. Civil war in Russia meant that the U.S. and China
would get involved, and send troops into the Siberian winter hellhole
to stop a total collapse of the Russian state, most likely supporting
the Intellectualists, led by an unknown radical identified only as
“Light.” U.S., Chinese and British carriers were already in
various positions, the U.S.’ 95,000-ton carriers were in the
Adriatic, China’s carriers of a similar size were in the Sea of
Okhotsk, and Britain’s ships were near Vladivostok. However, Russia
was not work. Noelle had to get going, and she had a day of filing
seismograph reports and analysis of volcanic gas emissions from the
field scientists collecting data around the Caldera itself. She was
already dressed and ready, and stepped out the door into the cold
mountain air; she typed a few keys on her door’s computer console,
and the garage door opened automatically, with her hovering, robotic
car, a German Mercedes-Benz M-300S Class, rolled out by itself, on
its own power. The doors, sensing Noelle’s movements, opened by
themselves. Even in the year 2239, Germany still produced the best
and most luxurious cars, despite the European nations’ small
individual economies, they were, together as the European Union, just
as rich as the Two Tigers, and most European nations had AAA credit
ratings, as well as America, whose debt crisis was finally resolved
by the 2020s, and China. “Das Auto” was still the motto of the
colossal German vehicle industry, they were still #3 in exports,
behind China and India, which had not managed to become a superpower,
but a considerable regional hegemony, #4 was the U.S. Noelle’s car
was more than $65,000, her parents had spoiled her rotten; she was
the only child of two California real-estate moguls; made rich by
trade with Chinese and American property markets, which gave
California a $6 trillion GDP, richer than any individual European
nation by itself, even Germany. She sat down in the driver’s seat,
pressed a few buttons on the GPS console, programmed the robotic
autopilot and pressed the button that closed the doors, and she was
off in her ritzy black Mercedes, with the Mercedes logo on the front
of the car’s hood. In the self-driving car, she took the time to
put her makeup on, making herself look as pretty as possible for
work; as the car drove through Mammoth Lakes, she looked out the
window at the ski lodges and houses, covered in fresh snow,
reflecting sunlight blindingly. Noelle pressed a button automatically
activating window tint. The car merged onto a short road, and in just
20 minutes, she was at work. Her car, because of its robotic and GPS
guidance systems as well as emergency protocol systems, was nearly
accident-proof. “Car crashes” were almost unheard of. If a car
did get into an accident, it was usually the fault of a driver’s
carelessness in not checking his systems regularly before getting in
the car. Roads these days were bordered by guardrails that opposed
cars via strong magnets, and the roads themselves had millions of
tiny magnets in the pavement, maintaining the maglev features of the
cars, powered by superconductors with little or no fuel. As Noelle
activated her car’s anti-theft system, she walked into the office,
wearing her new $600 business outfit purchased in San Francisco, this
was sure to turn heads; it was a very pretty black suit with gold
buttons, complementing her long brown hair and big, alluring blue
eyes. As she turned and walked into the office; she took her nametag
and placed it on her shirt, and walked past some of the younger
employees who were also just out of college, or still in as interns;
one complemented her on her outfit, and she smiled and waved at him,
in a very polite sort of way. Noelle walked over to the main field
scientist, Dr. Charles Noll, and asked about the reports of the
previous night. “Any eruptions forecasted?” Noelle asked
rhetorically, Surprisingly, Dr. Noll had a different answer. “Well,
we’ve had more activity here than normal, that’s for sure.”
“You’re kidding, right?” “Well, having several quakes along
the eastern rim of the Caldera at magnitude 5.5-6.0 near Lake Crowley
and an uplift of the central caldera by 10 feet overnight, in my
humble opinion, is no joke. Check the seismic recordings.” Noelle
sat down and looked at the data. It was astonishing. This was the
most activity seen at Long Valley in recorded history. More than 300
earthquakes were recorded around the East Rim between Glass Mountain
and Lake Crowley, not to mention the geothermal readings and hot
springs were boiling much faster and more furiously than normal. Most
of the hot springs were closed to swimming and the sulfur dioxide gas
emerging from the ground was starting to kill trees. “Wow…you
think that USGS in Washington will up-list the caldera to a 2?” “I
can’t say, but pressure from Congress and the government to not
incite panic, as well FEMA’s pressure to take this seriously
against Congress is going to inhibit action, and a volcano waits for
no one. With all due speed, it should, but I’m not in charge.”
Noelle understood the issue. Issuing an up-list from a Level 1 (no
threat) to a Level 2 (watch) on a volcano somewhere in the world was
an everyday occurrence, but just by issuing a 2 to any volcano in the
U.S. was enough to make the average American jumpy. Unless you lived
in the Cascade Range or Hawaii, the average American didn’t worry
about volcanoes, let alone Long Valley Caldera, a super-volcano, one
of the four known active super-calderas, the other three being Toba
in Sumatra, which erupted cataclysmically 74,000 years prior, almost
wiping humanity off the face of the Earth, Yellowstone, which last
erupted 630,000 years before, and Taupo in New Zealand, which last
erupted in 181 A.D., though its last super-eruption was 22,600 years
prior. Just a hint that something might be happening at Long Valley
Caldera would be enough to trigger the USGS’ worst nightmare: a
publicity storm that would be as big as the eruption itself. “By
the way, we had a young man come in here saying he was looking for
you this past weekend, I told him you weren’t working weekends
yet.” “Oh…who?” “I don’t know, but he said to me to give
you this.” Dr. Noll said, handing Noelle an envelope. She placed it
in her pocket, unwilling to open it at work. She had a 7-hour shift,
even though she was from a rich family, she wanted to work anyway;
the last thing the world needed was another spoiled heiress that did
nothing all day. However, Noelle’s work was not much except for
data analysis. It was what she liked, however, not much stress, and a
good starting pay. As Noelle logged onto her Internet terminal, she
noticed a news article on her start page: “U.S. AND BRITAIN PREPARE
THEIR HYPERSONIC AIRCRAFT FLEETS FOR POSSIBLE ENGAGEMENTS IN RUSSIA;
CHINA STANDING BY.” Another aspect of 23nd century life
was the fact that total war was a total anachronism. Over time, the
development of hypersonic weaponry; missiles and unmanned aircraft
that could travel at Mach 35, avoid anti-aircraft fire and strike a
target on the other side of the world in less than 10 minutes with
such precision that a missile fired from Maine could hit an
individual tank in Moscow within an accuracy of 7 inches, had phased
out the need for huge armies and millions of soldiers. The U.S. Army
was only about 300,000 men strong, and the infantry that did exist
were outfitted with exoskeleton armor that turned them into walking
tanks, wielded incredibly complex weapon systems that could now fire
for sweeps of dozens of miles, with just standard assault rifles;
linked by computer systems and HUDs, they could call for hypersonic
aircraft strikes on a whim as needed. China’s Army was very similar
in structure. War was now a much cleaner affair; the U.S., and China
no longer had to bomb a city to destroy one building…just then,
books began falling off the shelves as the building shook violently,
rattling everyone’s nerves, the earthquake was unusually strong,
and long lasting. Cracks appeared in the walls of the building, and
car alarms began blaring. After about a full minute, the quake ended,
but the office was in shambles. “Magnitude 7!” Noelle yelled upon
seeing the seismograph and computer data. The seismograph recorded
the earthquake coming from the same area near Lake Crowley, but
larger than the last two. Dr. Noll was shaken by this quake, quite
literally, but also figuratively. “Let’s move to the securer
building…this is getting serious.” “What the hell is going on?”
Noelle thought. That was very unusual, to say the least. Mammoth
Lakes was reporting damage to multiple structures, and the Ski Area
was reporting snow slides that buried several skiers. As Noelle
walked outside, she saw that her car was safe, just knocked around a
bit. However, the problems the world faced were now twofold: One, the
Russian Civil War, and now, a possible eruption at Long Valley
Caldera; however, she had a letter to open once she got home. Noelle
entered her office in what looked like a WWII-era bunker, built to
survive a moderate pyroclastic flow. As soon as she sat down and
booted up her computer, she saw another news development in the
looming Russian Civil War: British drones had detected a possible
hypersonic missile barrage aimed at St. Petersburg; and that conflict
was imminent. Britain’s hypersonic unmanned aircraft fleet, which
now made up most of the Royal Air Force, was being prepped for
launch. If those missiles fired, Britain would launch an immediate
hypersonic counterstrike, as would the U.S., in a quick attempt to
place Russia under Intellectualist rule. “We’re going to war…”
Noelle thought. The missiles were thought to be under the control of
the Loyalists, not the radical Intellectualists, as St. Petersburg
was primarily an Intellectualist-sympathetic city. As Noelle
continued her analysis of the earthquake data coming in, her cell
phone rang. “Hmm? Noelle thought, upon seeing the caller ID, it was
her friend from college, Samantha Klimt, who lived in the same town,
just on the other side. “Sam, I’m at work right now, I can’t
answer.” “Well, I got a letter in the mail from some unknown
address; I opened it and saw this really heartfelt message to me,
saying how pretty I was and how the sender wants to see me.” Noelle
thought to herself; was that letter she received stating the same
thing? “What’s more, Elizabeth and Fern got one too.” At this
point, Noelle had to open the letter. She took a letter opener and
looked at the message.
“Dear Noelle
Swann:
“Words cannot
describe how much I care for you; you are the wind in my hair and the
sun on my face. I’d like to meet you and your friends at the Winter
Army Gala in Mammoth Mountain Ski Lodge Ballroom, look for a man in a
blue suit and black tie; I’ll be there for you.”
“Wow…this is
strange; I really don’t trust this guy, this sounds like a setup.”
Sam said, being paranoid as always, but this time with a credible
reason to be. However, the Winter Army Gala was filled with young
men, handsome, brave young soldiers in handsome uniforms. “I don’t
think so. If they’re soldiers, they’re probably on some code of
conduct. I’m going to go, and I’d suggest you come too; I don’t
think that they’re trying to harm us.” “Well…I guess. I think
that Fern and Liz are going too, we all have new dresses, and I’m
sure you’ll knock them dead, with how pretty you look all dolled
up.” “Haha, you too Sam. See you tomorrow at the Lodge.” Noelle
said, hanging up the phone. She had something to look forward to, for
sure, apparently, they had all been invited by U.S. Army soldiers,
one of the proudest fighting forces on Earth, along with China’s.
The Army Gala this year was likely to be an emotional, tense one,
with the impending civil war in Russia; many of these young men would
likely be deployed in the coming months, the 82nd
Airborne, based in Fort Bragg, North Carolina, was already preparing
for action, with the advanced, full-body exoskeleton armor and
ultra-precise rifle systems being checked and prepared. The armor
contained an electric battery which could run for months on end, this
powered the armor and allowed the soldier to punch through iron, move
extremely heavy objects and link with his squad mates via a
computer-displayed HUD, his communications suite would allow him to
call in hypersonic air support as needed, to smash enemy
fortifications while firing for effect at dozens of miles in range,
thanks to the precision, speed and accuracy of the 23rd-century
weaponry. He was a walking tank, only more lethal and imposing,
especially when hovering, anti-gravity superconductor tanks, as well
as the traditional tracked vehicles to avoid EMP grenades,
accompanied the infantryman on the battlefield. China’s military
was just as formidable, and its rise was just as spectacular as
America’s was. America’s road from Roanoke in the 1590s saw
colossal empire-building phases, along with brutal recessions and
wars, but the end result was an acknowledged superpower. China’s
road from the Yangtze River more than 8000 years ago was obviously
much longer, but after many regime changes, wars and battles; China
had become a global superpower as well. By the 2020s, China had
stepped onto the world stage, and eventually reached a bi-lateral
agreement with the United States, that the collaboration between the
two superpowers, despite their differences, must work together to
make Asia and the world a safer place. By 2239, China and the U.S.
were so powerful that everything they did, no matter how small,
affected someone somewhere. The matter of Korea, which was united in
2040, was settled by the mere appearance of Chinese and U.S. warships
in the Yellow Sea. The North Korean regime, unable to fight against
the joint Sino-American task force and without any significant
allies, quickly capitulated, and absorbed the communist regime into
South Korea; the United Korea now had a very high standard of living,
as did Mexico, a major regional power and the dominant power in Latin
America, along with Brazil. However, Noelle was now in a state of
mind where she was anticipating a great night…and what a night it
would be.
- Gilded Age
The earthquake of
the previous day was now just a distant memory, at least to Noelle,
Sam, Elizabeth and Fern, all four of them recent graduates from UCLA.
The day at work had gone over well, as the activity at the Caldera
was now backing down to normal levels again. They were in Noelle’s
house, and could see the ski area from the enormous bay windows, and
they were all dressed in gorgeous, expensive outfits; Noelle’s
dress was crimson red with black buttons on the front of it, and she
wore a set of hoop earrings and a diamond necklace. Sam’s dress was
white with black stripes on either side of the lower part of it with
lace dinner gloves; she had her hair up in a bun and sapphire
earrings, Fern’s dress was emerald-green with black leggings and a
headband, an Liz’s was jet-black with gold buttons. “We’re
going to be the prettiest girls there, I guarantee it.” Noelle
said, confidently. They all walked outside and piled into Noelle’s
Mercedes, which suffered only minor, dings from the earthquake, which
were quickly corrected. The car drove away, just 15 minutes to the
Ski Area Lodge. “What do think it’s going to be like?”
“Probably full of soldiers and their dates. We’ll find someone,
for sure. I heard there’s going to be a dignitary from Europe
there, too, as he’s meeting with the President about the allegiance
in the Russian Civil War. “Europe? Really? Why do we care about
them?” Fern remarked, snidely. “Europe has a greater financial
and social mobility system than America or China, if you want to make
a million; your best bet is the European Union.” “Wow…I thought
the American Dream was still around.” “It is, it’s just that
you have a better chance with a ‘European Dream’ than an American
one, which is why more than a million people emigrated to London,
Berlin and Paris last year or applied for dual U.S. an E.U.
citizenship. It’s the exact opposite of the 19th
century. The West is now centered on Europe and America on an equal
measure again, and it’s been moving in that direction since the
2020s.” “Well, what about the volcano job, Noelle? How’s it
like just monitoring Mammoth Mountain all day? Sounds really boring.”
Sam joked, adjusting her bust. “Well, it’s actually become more
interesting, as the swarm of earthquakes yesterday caused these dings
in my car.” “Wow, predicting an explosion?” “No. Not now, but
we have to take anything on this scale seriously. A Long Valley
Caldera eruption could destroy the very fabric of the society we live
in. We could see a billion people dead, massive climatic disruption,
war and food shortages, as well as a new Dark Age. ” “Wow…that’s
depressing.” Fern replied, while putting her lipstick on, expecting
one of the soldiers to kiss her. “Well, the odds are that if there
is an eruption, it’s likely going to be a small one, such as
Mammoth Mountain going off, as that’s where the earthquakes appear
to be centered around.” “Well, then, Noelle was always the nerd,
so…” “Elizabeth, please shut your mouth…I got better grades
than you.” Noelle said, seriously. “Relax, I was joking!”
“Well, I guess…Oh, we’re here!” The fancy black Mercedes car
pulled in on its maglev superconductor drives, and came to a stop,
its black sheen shining in the lights of the resort ballroom
building, standing out amongst the white limousines, which looked
like 50-foot long elongated, wedge-shaped tracked tanks, just painted
white and with windows, as well as no weapons, that carried the
government officials and some of the soldiers, all wearing their blue
formal uniforms, epaulets and nametags. Some of the more
distinguished soldiers had medals. As the car’s engines slowly
cooled, the young men watched with anticipation, like an audience at
a baseball game anxiously awaiting the batter for the home team to
hit a home run. The young men were not disappointed. They all cheered
as Noelle, Sam, Elizabeth and Fern stepped out of the car, and the
four stunning young women basked in it. The felt like celebrities,
smiling as the single men cheered for their arrival and the men in
relationships tried to ignore them. The soldiers yelled catcalls such
as “Work it, babe!” and “America the Beautiful, right here!”
as they walked past. Sam, being the attention hog that she was, blew
a kiss to one of them and waved cutely. They walked into the door and
presented their invitations, but saw something interesting: a British
flag and an American flag crossed, with the words “Anglo-American
Summit, held after the Gala.” “Interesting…” Noelle thought.
The British and the Americans were negotiating an alliance in a
possible intervention in the impending Russian Civil War. Britain was
the only European nation that had continued to progress from its
medieval origins without being invaded more than twice; first in 1066
by the Normans, then in 1688 by the Dutch Republic and William and
Mary of Orange. Even then, Britain was not destroyed by war, ever.
From the Golden Age of Elizabethan England to the present day in
February of 2239, the British monarchy was a major power and the
longest-lasting and most legendary monarchy in history, and Britain,
a member of the European Union and the European Fiscal Alliance, the
European United Bank, was a proud, sovereign United Kingdom with a
global Royal Navy; though not as large as the Chinese PLA-N or the
U.S. Navy, the “Senior Service” had global expeditionary
capability and operated advanced destroyers, submarines, SSBNs,
helicopter carriers, stealth boats, littoral warfare vessels,
amphibious warfare vessels and 3 65,000-ton supercarriers, 117 ships
in all. The Royal Air Force now consisted of a global hypersonic
aircraft fleet, only China and the U.S. had more unmanned hypersonic
aircraft, and the British Army was second to none in Europe. Britain,
by far, had the most powerful military in Europe, after the total
breakdown of order in Russia and the Turkish struggles with Iran.
Britain had, with a deep, long standing and technological, political
and economic alliance with the U.S., become a major force again, some
Americans colloquially referred to Britain as “America Jr.,”
although the British resented that name. However, a major figure in
the UK was present at the Gala, but who? Just then, Noelle spotted a
very pretty young woman, sitting alone, on the other side of the
enormous Gala room, decorated with U.S. Military flags. She was
wearing a pretty, seductive black dress and a huge mink-fur coat and
a huge, fuzzy hat. Her hair was long, pretty, silky and black, and
she had gorgeous green eyes, a seductive smile and beautiful eyebrows
and eyelashes, in other words, she looked like a Russian angel; her
body was almost perfect. “Who is that?!” Sam whined. “She looks
Russian, probably one of the Intellectualists, the British and the
Americans are allied with them.” “Well, she’s stealing our
thunder!” Sam whispered. Just then, the woman’s head
turned to face Sam, she looked rather annoyed. “How did she hear
that? I was standing across the room! Well, I’m giving her a piece
of my mind, that little Russian twit!” “Oh God…Sam does NOT
like being upstaged…” Sam walked over to the Russian girl, and
laid into her with a series of nasty, snooty remarks and how that
this dance was HER opportunity to land a handsome guy in a military
uniform. “Who the heck do you think you are? That charade might
work in Russia, which, by the way is in no position to do anything
now, but here in California, we don’t tolerate usurpers like you.
You’re just a deviant, a traitor. The FBI should come and arrest
you and deport your slutty ass back to Moscow!!!” The Russian woman
endured the merciless, random attack, and stood up in front of
Sam…she delivered a jabbing punch right into Sam’s gut, knocking
the wind out of her and crumpling her to the ground. Everyone, both
the men and women, looked on in shock. “Hold your tongue, or I will
make you dead. My name is Svetlana; please refer to me as such.”
Svetlana began to speak, in just as vicious a tone as Sam did to her;
and it sounded, in a word, crazy.
“I am an
enlightened follower of Christ and Science, progress and faith. Some
call me evil, others call me a fool wanting attention, some have
called me a misled dullard, and some Christians have called me the
Anti-Christ, a false prophet and a dark, sinister leader of a
movement destined to destroy traditional Christianity. And while the
lemmings of traditional Christian Eschatology may pick and choose
names for me, I will not be preached to, except by an enlightened
priest, pastor or clergyman, and until the day comes when all Mankind
is an Enlightened Adventist, they will NEVER understand what I truly
represent. Those leaders who hate me claim that Enlightened
Adventists wish to bring about a New World Order of oppression and
hate, but no, THEY are the misled buffoons. I do not wish to lead
anyone. If I did, I would become no better than the lemmings that
even non-religious individuals and the Jewish Race despise so much.
No, I want a world without leaders, one where God is our only leader,
and He allows us to develop commerce and science without any mortal
morality guiding us, only God’s will and the Bible’s word will
tell us what to do in its most literal form. The Chancellors,
Presidents, Princes and Paupers of this world are subordinate to an
as-yet unidentified Anti-Pope, the TRUE representative of God. This
leader shall give hope to the hopeless, pride to the inferior, health
to the sick, and wealth to the poor, but only God will be the actual
authority, the Anti-Pope will exist only as a messenger of the Lord
in Heaven, not a ruler. If you can survive in a world where your
faith and your reasoning mind without any other human telling you
what to do, you will have truly earned your place amongst the New
Enlightenment. I understand that only lemmings, followers of leaders,
will call upon mortal governments for strength; when asked if I
believe in my country’s leaders, I say ‘To believe in one’s
leaders is to believe in one’s own oppression,’ even though I
serve my country’s Army, I believe only in the “democracy” of
one’s own choice to follow a government-sponsored “democracy”
or not. Power, far from being ‘easily abused’ IS abuse in itself.
Though the move to the New Enlightenment was begun by German,
Austro-Hungarian and British leaders more than 300 years ago, this is
not their battle or their business to decide where the Enlightenment
goes. This is no longer humanity’s battle. It is God’s versus the
evil forces of the Jewish Nation, the black race, the gays, Gypsies,
cripples, Muslims, Mexicans, Illuminati and Wiccans, and we are His
soldiers. This is not our world, it is God’s. I do not wish to
rule. I do not want to BE ruled, I hate power, I hate leaders, and I
hate inferior races that try to rule the galaxy. I am a New
Enlightenment Adventist, a follower of the Intellectualist movement
and sworn defender of Mother Russia’s progress, and I will not
tolerate a little whelp like you, who sees nothing but earthly,
material lust and greed! I am on a higher plane that you ever will
the melding of our Intellectualist Movement of the New Enlightenment
Adventists into the global system, with intellectual capitalism,
religious and scientific unity and rapid, supreme technological
development; Russia will become a global power on par with that of
China and the United States. Only our enemies, the Russian Loyalists,
must fear the sounds of the war drums, for what began as a dream for
scientific and religious collaboration in the 1870s in the wake of
Darwin’s theories, will end with a New Enlightenment and the
culmination of our journey. Russia’s borders will equal those of
the Czar’s Russian Empire in 1903, only this time dominating all
Slavic peoples in any land where they may live and creating a sense
of Pan-Slavism globally. The destruction of the lesser, unenlightened
races and the supremacy of our order is the will of God, and I am the
pen that writes the execution warrant for God’s enemies, and
science will take care of the dirty work. So, if I were you, whom I
loathe to say, I’d stay on the ground here, gasping for air,
because not even these American roaches are worthy of your tentacles
corrupting their minds. Have a nice night, and no hard feelings,
because you and every other non-Intellectualist deserved it and asked
for it. Subject closed, good night.”
Sam staggered to
feet as Svetlana walked away, towards a group of officials that did
not look like U.S. military personnel. Sam staggered to her feet, and
caught her breath. “Fucking Russians…” she stammered. “Well,
that certainly soured the night…already. What a lunatic!” Fern
said. “I’m Jewish, and that really disturbed me, the fact that
the Intellectualists believe in superior races and anti-Semitism. Why
the heck are we and China trying to put them in power?” “The only
reason is that it’s good for the global economy, and both
superpowers have a far more globally-oriented mind than they did in
2000, at the turn of the last century. In 2239, what any country does
must benefit the whole planet economically; it’s about maintaining
a balance of power, with China and the U.S. as its moderators.”
Just then, however, things started to get better for Sam right away,
as a soldier, with the name of “Miller” on his ID tag, came over
to her and touched her hand. “I saw what that Russian girl did to
you…I never liked them, they can’t be trusted.” Sam’s eyes
lit up like shining diamonds, and she quickly forgot about her sucker
punch to the gut, and walked away with the soldier, named Jack
Miller, Private First Class. “Well, that was quick.” Fern said,
walking over to the buffet table. Across the room, as Sam was
chatting with her new companion over a few drinks, when a group of
men in black shirts and trench coats, with black eye-goggles and
German-style Stahlhelm helmets walked over to Sam and stood
before her, menacingly. “Can I help you?” Sam responded, looking
up at them awkwardly. “In the name of the British Crown and the
Defense of the Realm, we place Samantha Klimt under arrest for
assault of a VIP.” The men suddenly grabbed Sam out of her seat
with such force that she screamed in pain, despite three other
soldiers attempting to free her from her captors’ grip, the
black-uniformed men knocked the three of them out with a single punch
each. “What the?! FERN!! THEY’VE GOT SAM!!” Noelle yelled as
the gala erupted into chaos. People screamed as the armored men drew
highly advanced submachine guns and pointed them at the crowd of
angry U.S. soldiers. “STAND THE FUCK BACK, OR WE’LL SHOOT YOU ALL
LIKE BLOODY HOGS!!! MI5 BUSINESS, GET BACK TO YOUR DRINKS!”
“MI5…that’s the British Secret Service!” Noelle whispered,
trying not to make too much noise. “What do they want Sam for…THE
RUSSIAN GIRL!” Noelle, Elizabeth and Fern said, almost
simultaneously. “She’s working with the British, so she probably
called the Secret Service on Sam as a form of revenge, but what can
they do to her? They have no proof that she did anything to harm
Svetlana, she attacked Sam!” “I don’t think it matters. I hope
that they release her, though, I’ve heard about military
interrogations…they’re not pretty.
- Plot
“I grow weary of
asking this, so this will be the last time before we are forced to
use more direct methods of coercion. What did you say to Svetlana?!”
the British interrogator barked. Sam was tied to a chair, gagged and
hooked up to an electrocution torture device, the MI5 were known for
their ruthless interrogations, most of which would be considered
illegal in the U.S. The demand for Sam to talk was rather irrational,
as she was unable to speak; the demand was just a cruelly clever move
to give the MI5 agent an excuse to legitimately and legally torture a
24-year old woman, under British law, though the term “torture”
was strictly taboo. “Oh, what do you know? You can’t say
anything. Spadge, activate the electric current, we’re going to
need to motivate this whelp…” “STOP IT, YOU BUMS!!! What can
this girl possibly know?!” Just then, a young man wearing an
English royal outfit, the Uniform of the Blues and Royals with no
cap, aiguillettes, a cross-belt and gold waist belt with a sword
sling containing an English rapier, as well as the Royal Air Force
Wings the Order of the Golden Jubilee, as well as the Knighthood of
the Order of the Garter blue riband. On the riband rested his Royal
Air Force wings and the Golden Jubilee Medal, as well as various
campaign medals for his military service in Venezuela, after a coup
overthrew the legitimate government, which followed a joint
Anglo-American counterstrike, which the young man was a part of. He
also had a white cape, brown hair, soft brown eyes and a pale,
handsome smile, walked into the mobile compound set up in the woods
near Mammoth Mountain Ski Area. “Release this woman, and present
her to me, I need to issue a formal apology.” “Yes, Your
Highness…” As the tape was removed from Sam’s mouth and her
restraints untied, she took a few deep breaths to regain her
composure. Just then, Sam overheard the man’s name that had ordered
her release: “Prince Charles, Duke of Cambridge.” Just then, the
prince came back into the chamber and helped Sam to her feet. “Are
you all right, miss?” “Yeah…I’ll be fine.” Sam whimpered.
“Come with me, there is something we must discuss.” Prince
Charles said, taking Sam out of the compound and into his limousine,
flying the British flags. “That woman you insulted was Svetlana
Malenkova, one of the leaders of the Intellectualist movement. She’s
quite the live-wire and doesn’t like being insulted, but I assure
you, she’s not daft. We’re planning to support the Russian
Intellectualists, because not only are they more modern in their
beliefs about technology, religion and Intellectual Capitalism, but
the loyalist Russian establishment is very corrupt. Because of this
corruption, Russian power has always been hampered. If Russia became
a truly global force again, as it would under Intellectualist rule,
the neo-Russian Empire that would result would aim to include Slavs
from every country that they are found in, and end the corruption and
crime in government. It would extend as far south as northern Iran,
absorb Outer Mongolia, and even might try to go into Manchuria…and
that’s the plan. “What? Manchuria is part of China, they’d
never allow that.” “Perhaps, in their current state. Keep in
mind, though, that borders change throughout history, and the fact
that many ethnic Russians live in, and resent Chinese rule in
Manchuria, so perhaps inciting some insurrection in Manchuria, with
assistance from the Japanese, would give Russia control of that
territory again, for the first time since 1905. Russian borders would
be where they were at the Czar’s greatest extent. Do you understand
now?” Prince Charles asked. “Yes. Can I go back into the party?”
Sam asked, politely. “Well, I’ll escort you back in. I don’t
want any more of my Secret Service to shoot you.” Sam took the time
to re-comb her hair in the limo, and after about 20 minutes, looked
as if she was never held captive. “Let’s go.” Prince Charles
said, as the two of them stepped out of the limo and took each
other’s hands in a very formal way. The door to the ballroom swung
open, and everyone fell silent at the sight of Sam walking with
Prince Charles, Noelle, Fern and Elizabeth dropped their drinks onto
the floor in awe. He knelt down and kissed her hand, after letting
her sit back down with her friends, and then walked away. “Wow
Sam…you sure know how to pick em’.” Noelle said, still in
shock. “Well, I always did have the ability to charm anyone.”
“But…that was the Duke of Cambridge, aka AN ENGLISH PRINCE!”
“Yes, I know…I will be his princess.” “Ok, Sam, did those
guards hit you over the head or something?!” Elizabeth teased.
“Just you wait. I’ll lie, cry, fight, spy and cheat my way to
popularity…and the title of Duchess of Cambridge. That’s how I
always did it in high school and college. Besides, his kissed my
hand.” “Well…I don’t know about this, but, you’ve got
nothing to lose.” “Exactly…now, let’s just enjoy the party,
shall we?” “Yeah, let’s have some fun.” As Sam turned her
head, she saw Prince Charles talking to a young woman, she looked
Japanese. “First target acquired, let’s listen in, shall we?”
Sam whispered as she took out her phone and activated a noise filter,
allowing her to hear the prince’s conversation… “Goodbye, Lady
Mayumi…” “Bingo…I need nothing else. This is going to be
fun…” Sam said, coyly. She saved the sound bite in her phone and
walked towards her friends. The war began tonight, and the prize of
victory was money, power, international recognition and essentially
immortality. The world would soon know her as Duchess of
Cambridge…and there was a little trick up her sleeve that she had
pilfered from an ex-boyfriend…one that could change the world.
- Sabotage
That night, Sam,
upon reaching her house in Mammoth Lakes, sat in front of her
computer, and opened her lock box, which was a wood-carved chest with
a heart on the front of it. “I knew this would come in handy
eventually, but then again, what good are ex-boyfriends for? Nothing
more than useful information.” Sam pulled the tiny SIM card from
the box, opened up her smartphone and placed the new SIM card in
place of the old one, activated the phone, and then accessed the
Internet. Instead of the usual welcome screen, a huge line of IP
signatures appeared. “Yes…now I can access…and use, any
computer on Earth, from my phone, no matter how small it is…All I
need to do now is enter the person’s name, and I know everything
about them. Let’s change the world, shall we?” Sam typed the name
“Lady Mayumi” into the search box, and sure enough, a list of
every computer in Mayumi’s house appeared. Sam pressed three keys
and accessed the power grid in Mayumi’s house, accessing the
voltage meter. It was at that moment that Sam switched the power to
“critical” level, causing a catastrophic explosion in Mayumi’s
house, frying her like an egg. As the IP address disappeared from her
phone screen, she smirked. “I am Prima…” Sam said to
herself…from that point on, she’d be known as Prima, her second
identity, the one with which she used to pass judgment on others, at
least until she became Duchess of Cambridge and rightful heir to the
British Crown. However, her real identity would remain the happy,
satisfied young woman that her friends knew and loved. Sam powered
down her phone and placed it in the lock box, safely from view.
However, only one person probably had the resources to stop her or
track her…Svetlana Malenkova. The Russians were known for their
brilliance with computers, and even in a Russia on the brink of civil
war, Svetlana was a huge problem for Sam, as Svetlana could probably
track the IP address that was causing the electrocutions. Therefore,
Sam had to vary her methods of killing; otherwise she’d be caught
for sure. She was going to have to get creative, but, as an avid
painter and a distant descendent of Gustav Klimt, that was no
problem. However, the fallout from the electrocution murder was
likely going to turn into a media storm on the scale of a
hypothetical super-eruption, speaking of which, was getting more and
more publicity; but not for what happened. The issue was what
didn’t happen. According to the news,
the USGS in Washington had issued a Level-2 Alert for Mammoth
Mountain, not even the whole caldera, just like what happened back in
the 1980s. As if to make fun of the geologists grappling to predict
an eruption, the activity quickly ceased, even after just 2 days.
People now began to question the USGS’ credibility, as Mammoth
Mountain Ski Resort lost more than 50% attendance for 24 hours,
causing a precipitous drop in income for that week at the height of
the ski season. There were no other super eruptions known to be a
threat anywhere else on Earth, Long Valley, Toba, Taupo and
Yellowstone were quiet and tranquil. However, a very intriguing turn
of events was taking place in the Afar Triangle on the Ethiopian
coast of the Red Sea. Earthquakes had suddenly spiked in intensity in
the Afar Depression, which hadn’t erupted in more than 200 years,
since 2005; when four eruptions took place in the Depression at Erta
Ale, Dabbahu, Teru and Aura. This, however, was slightly different.
The earthquakes were far more intense; most of the usual quakes were
too small to feel; however, the most recent earthquake swarm
contained earthquakes as powerful as magnitude 7.0, all close to the
ring of the Depression, not near the four volcanoes in the Depression
itself. This was troublesome; most of the earthquakes here were
caused by tectonic shifting in the Earth’s crust, why they would
suddenly become so strong was quite intriguing. There were no
indicators pointing to a normal tectonic origin of this event.
However, in 2239, space travel was a common, everyday occurrence.
Already, a new planet, called Aurelia, had been found, and a huge
fleet of “space arks,” massive, antimatter-powered engine, 17-km
long starships that could travel the distance from Earth to Aurelia
in a year at most; Aurelia had, according to probe readouts, was home
to at least 90,000 different species, all discovered within 3 months
on the planet, most of these were unlike anything seen on Earth, some
were lumbering herbivores, others vicious carnivores , in both land,
sea and air. Species ranged in size from the size of an insect to
massive, pliosaur-like predators the size of a blue whale, with
yellow, bioluminescent eyes, presumably to aid in hunting somehow. If
a super-volcano did erupt, humans would have another place to go, at
least. 14 countries, America, China, Brazil, Poland, Russia, Britain,
France, Germany, India, Mexico, Indonesia, Spain, Turkey and Japan,
were each building a fleet of huge Space Arks for preparations for a
doomsday event or an exploration mission to colonize Aurelia. “Well,
that’s for Noelle to deal with…I just need to keep my wits, and
my charms with me.” Sam stood up from her computer, let her long
hair down to its full length and went to sleep, knowing that she was,
in effect, sovereign of the Earth. Controlling every computer on the
planet gave her more power than the Presidents of China and America
combined, she could steal or destroy anyone’s house, money, family,
food, water, and through brain-scan and computer chip implants, enter
someone’s mind, dreams, sleep and destroy them, slowly and
painfully from the inside out. She could legitimately end the world
and knock society back to the Dark Ages by taking control of the new
Global EMP Weapons’ Systems, which, launched by the Chinese and the
American space programs and activating the World Code, which would
permanently destroy all electricity-using technology in any given
country…and rebuild it under her own image...but only as a last
resort. In the grandiose halls of Buckingham Palace, she would plan
not just a new English Golden Age, unseen since the days of Queen
Elizabeth I, with The United Kingdom of Great Britain ruling a vast
new Empire on Aurelia, with resources harvested from that planet
through a mercantilist methodology, outstripping all other powers,
and with her secret weapon, make absolutely sure that the New
British Nation was supreme, and if the super-eruption made the Earth
uninhabitable, these colossal colony ships, each capable of housing
15 million people in cryo-sleep, would establish a new home for
humanity, building a hypothetical continental Empire of British
settlers called “Wolfe.” This Empire would be the size of Russia
at its absolute peak in 1905, and become the dominant power on the
planet. Beautiful girls really could get away with anything.
The other 13 powers would likely build Empires as well, but Wolfe
would be the dominant, completely industrialized power, with Sam as
the Supreme Leader of the monarchy, and the Parliament being her iron
hand. Already, the 13 powers had, in the same way that the Great
Powers of Europe had in the 1880s during the Scramble for Africa,
divided up the four enormous continents on Aurelia into various
territories to be settled in the event of a necessary relocation of
humanity, and many of the major world powers were somewhat displeased
that the treaty gave Britain control of an entire continent, with
more than 30 million square miles of territory as one,
resource-wealthy nation. Russia had the same amount of territory as
it did in the year 2012, essentially a carbon-copy of the Russian
Federation on Earth, but with much, much easier prospects and
greater capacity. Russia would be the Wolfe Empire’s chief rival.
Regardless, Britain was now set to have the greatest power ever seen;
a colossal disaster could only help the UK. Sam actually hoped that a
super-eruption would happen…so that she could eventually become
Queen of the New British Empire of Wolfe, and nothing could stop her.
She’d lie, cry, mooch, smooch, fight, suck up, and manipulate her
way to the throne, just as she had done whenever she wanted to land
the best date in her school or just become even more popular…only
this time, she effectively ruled the world…it was now Samantha
Klimt’s world…everyone else was just living in it. There were
some, however, who would resist, but Sam knew better than to waste
her efforts on them. They would see it her way soon enough. Sam
turned out the lights and went to sleep; however, others were already
plotting a counter-move, and some very familiar faces, at that.
“Did you track the
IP signatures on that electrical explosion in San Francisco?” “No,
I couldn’t, it was coming from a mobile device, and there’s no
way to track an IP server from a mobile device, but there’s no
doubt in my mind that the explosion was caused by a hack attack.”
“Nonsense. Those grid computers are hack-proof, no one short of an
utter and consummate genius could hack those codes. You’d have to
go through the colossal nuclear fusion power plants’ mainframes,
which have more firewalls than Hell itself. You couldn’t blow
through those even with another supercomputer. Besides, we don’t
even have the slightest way of knowing where it came from without the
IP address.” “Correct, but we don’t know if it was one hacker,
most likely not, I’m guessing this was a conspiracy, a group of
hackers breaking into computers.” “Think, Roger, why would these
hypothetical hackers you’re proposing attack the house of a rich,
pretty, anemic and brilliant girl from Japan and not the White House
or the Shanghai Composite Index building in America or China? This
was no hack; it was probably a negligent repairman or electrician, a
tragic accident. You really need to stop jumping to conclusions.”
“Well, ok Your Highness, I don’t want to upset you…geez.”
Roger Woodman, an ace computer slicer and tracer, complained
sarcastically to Svetlana Malenkova, who was at Roger’s house…and
perhaps the only beautiful girl ever to come into his bedroom, ever.
He was not ugly or nerdy, as a matter of fact, he was very handsome,
with black hair and green eyes, pale skin and a very handsome outfit,
and he was a brilliant, truly genius young man. However, he harbored
a dark secret. Roger was a slicer; a computer hacker that completely
defied social standards and didn’t give a shit about who
complained. He just did whatever he wanted, no matter what anyone
said. If someone asked him to leave a party he wasn’t invited to,
for instance, he wouldn’t and would give a long, convoluted speech
about how they should be grateful that he was in their presence and
how they were completely and utterly inferior to his judgment. If the
party tried to force him out or “kick his ass,” he used his
training to beat the entire party to a bloody pulp. He was a member
of the Legion of Apathy, an elite crew of assassins that were so
named for their rejection of all society, used by the Intellectualist
Party of Russia that could use any weapon imaginable or anything as a
weapon at all; even things like hair dryers or wrenches could be
electrified with a clump of wires, turning the dryer into a
55,000-volt handgun or an electric shock stick in the case of the
wrench. They did not believe in social or societal standards, they
believed only in God, Mankind and Science’s superiority over all
others, and that the Intellectualists had the sole rights to dictate
who could do anything. In short, he believed that he was above the
law. The last party he crashed was a girl’s 22nd
birthday party on September 21, 2238. Dressed in his full battle
attire, a red and white robe with a hood over his head, as well as
daggers and a rifle slung over his back he simply walked into the
party and killed everyone there with moves so quick that most of his
victims didn’t even see it coming. He then shot the crying,
panicking birthday girl with the aforementioned Electro-Dryer
handgun, frying her like a sausage. He had used sharpened toilet
brush handles as daggers, bottles of beer as Molotov cocktails, and
even created exploding rounds for shotguns, pistols and even assault
rifles. Such modifications to weapons were major violations of most
countries’ gun laws, but, once again, the Intellectualists were
above any mortal law. No two assassins used the same weapons, so each
assassin’s tactics were different. He was also one of the selectees
to travel on one of the 5 Russian Space Arks once they were ready for
launch to Aurelia, as were the rest of the Legionnaires of Apathy,
even though he wasn’t Russian. Svetlana was too, and she was very
excited about the mission in just 3 years’ time. The Space Arks
were essentially flying cities, complete with habitation modules,
weapons’ armories, consumables modules; and absolutely everything
that a society would need to survive and thrive. The International
Convention for the Colonization of Space had divided the planet’s
four continents up, since only 14 nations would exist on the planet,
each one would cover more than 3 million square miles, with the
British and Russian nations being the largest and most prosperous.
This New World would be far, far more prosperous and powerful
than anything Columbus encountered, and human society would be reborn
on a new planet, made up of 14 vast Empires of people from the most
prosperous Earth nations. Nations such as Spain, Britain, Germany,
and Poland would be huge imperial powers again, and also maintain
parity with America and China. Also, countries like Indonesia and
Mexico would have Empires on Aurelia unlike anything possible on
Earth. In the meantime, Roger and Svetlana were attempting to track
the bizarre power surge that killed Lady Mayumi, a Japanese guest at
the Mammoth Mountain Military Gala the night before; they believed
that one of the guests was responsible, and Roger’s critical
thought process, so much more advanced than most other people, was
processing the information at the computer’s speed. His IQ exceeded
300. “I’ve found more data on Lady Mayumi. She was from Osaka,
Japan, and had anemia, but was supposedly a lovely young woman with a
brilliant mind but an airheaded, optimistic and downright dopey
personality. It sounds like someone I would kill.” “Keep that
trigger finger under control; we’ve got work to do, use common
sense.” Svetlana said, rather seriously. Roger went into what he
called “hunting mode;” putting his uniform’s hood over his head
and adjusting his belt and gauntlets. “Sorry, I don’t use common
sense. Someone told me to use common sense a very long time ago, and
called me “nothing but a troll,” and a “misguided fool.” I
killed him and his entire family as they slept; burned their house
down and gibbeted their daughter alive, she died in mortal agony. No
one questions me or my beliefs, the Intellectualists are above all;
the traditional, conservative Christians are the misled ones, such
lambs are being driven into extinction, the Russian Empire on Aurelia
would only include Intellectualists. Once we win the Civil War in
Russia, which could begin at any time, we will demonstrate our
supremacy.” “Your devotion to the cause of the Intellectualists
is admirable, but I really don’t know what to say to you and your
lack of civility and couth. That kind of brutality is not necessary,
but it is acceptable in purging threats to the Intellectualist cause,
so I do not condemn it, but I don’t condone it either. However, I
have nothing to do with the Legion of Apathy training program, so who
am I to judge?” “Exactly. Some actions cannot and should not be
questioned. I don’t care about society. I believe and do whatever I
feel like believing and doing. That’s how I function. Society’s
days are numbered here on Earth; I can feel it in my blood. I am
waging war on law, society and social conduct…and I’m winning.”
“Yes, thank you for the psychotic monologue, but can we please
focus on tracking this electric shock? Lady Mayumi was critical to
our Japanese connections, but I can’t see how this was a computer
hack. There were too many obstacles, and if it was, there would be
multiple hackers...” “Wait…I’ve got something.” Roger said,
typing at 135 WPM, so fast that it sounded like a machine gun firing
as his fingers hit the keys. “Holy Mary Mother of God…” Roger
said, upon seeing the signature. There was a snippet of text in an
anomalous code of 1s and 0s. “LOVE CONQUERS
DEATH…REQUIEM…REQUIEM…REQUIEM…” “What happened?!”
Svetlana snapped. “I knew it. It was a hacker that destroyed
Mayumi’s house, one hacker, and if it is who I think it is, then we
must move quickly if our society is to survive in a recognizable
form.” “Who?” “I’m not at liberty to say. This battle is
mine alone.” “Whatever…I’m getting a little tired of your
chivalric mysticism. If you wish to face this enemy alone, expect no
help from me.” “You just said you can’t judge the Legion of
Apathy! Ask no questions, I will do what I must, while swearing
loyalty to the cause of the Intellectualist Movement; I took an oath
upon joining the Legion, that on my sworn honor I would defend the
Movement and uphold the laws of God and Science, not any societal
laws. All I can say is that if we don’t alert the rest of the
Intellectualists by travelling to Russia itself, we will not survive
here. “You say that if were return to the Motherland, we must alert
the Glorious Light Oleg Molotov that our new society in under
threat?” “Exactly.” “Then Moscow is where we must go. I will
prepare the hypersonic transport. From California, we should arrive
in Moscow within 3 hours.” “Good, things are only going to get
worse. I fear for many people’s lives, especially mine.” “I
thought you feared nothing…” Svetlana whined. “Fear is a human
emotion…it indicates that you must use caution; fools rush in,
survivors listen to their better judgment. This world is in
tremendous peril…and no one knows it yet…but they soon will if
nothing is done. “What are those consequences?” Svetlana asked.
“The Last Judgment is the only thing I can equate it to. I truly
believe that, in the name of Our Lord in Heaven, that this killer is
the Anti-Christ…but I suspected it all along…Samantha Klimt…”
“WHAT?!” Svetlana screeched. “I HAD TO PRACTICALLY KILL HER AT
THE ARMY CORPS GALA! SHE DID THIS, AND IS LEGITIMATELY TRYING TO TAKE
OVER THE WORLD THROUGH THE COMPUTER NETWORKS!!!? WE MUST LEAVE FOR
MOSCOW AT ONCE! THE INTELLECTUALIST MOVEMENT MUST SOUND THE DRUMS OF
WAR!!” Even Roger was shocked at Svetlana’s outburst. “Yes, she
is probably in control of the entire global network now…she can
access and use any computer on Earth, no matter how small; my guess
is she hacked the power plant mainframe in San Francisco and
destroyed Lady Mayumi’s house out of some narcissistic revenge
complex, and probably over something very, very stupid. She is
a disgrace to intellectual thought, and must be stopped by the
Intellectualist Movement, by hook or by crook.” “I’m sure
Molotov will have something up his sleeve.” “What if we have to
leave the planet in the event of a super-eruption from the African
Rift Valley? The USGS was saying that it’s possible.” “Then
we’ll take the fight to Aurelia, in the new Russian Motherland, a
greater nation than even Russia here; founded on Intellectualist
principles, the Aurelian Russian Empire will find and crush this
little usurper! S Nami Bog.”
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