In the year 2097 there is no more war, no more hunger, no more crime and all people are treated equally all over the world. It is almost a completely perfect world, and I know what you’re thinking. Unfortunately, I have to tell you that humans are still plagued with having to wash dishes, that particular scourge may never be defeated.
Having spent two weeks on board the alien ship, teaching them about humans and answering all their questions, they decided to give humanity a gift. It would be up to me to decide what gift they should bestow upon all mankind, and as if that wasn’t enough they told me that I had to express my desire in one word. After much deliberation on all of Earth’s problems I decided on something that I believed would do the most for human society’s peaceful co-existance; I went to the aliens and said “Harmony.”
The humans said wine was the nectar of the gods, in Mars’ case he could certainly confirm that. In the beginning he used war as a means of working out conflicts between humans, other times justice needed to be found through conflict. Now the world was so fucked up he drank wine, got drunk and made humans kill each other for his own personal pleasure.
I remember it vividly, the NBA All-Star game was held in Salt Lake City and I remember saying “Who would EVER want to live there?” Well, now the zombie hordes have taken over the Eastern Seaboard and the military has designated Salt Lake City, Utah as an official safe zone. We’re all supposed to retreat there by any means necessary; well I refuse, I’m a man of my priciples.
A wounded Mario now led the computer game characters, many of their heavy hitters had already been deleted, but their reserves were strong. Bleeding from a head wound Mario ordered the Death Star to fire while leading troops from Modern Warfare in a hand to hand assault. Mario had just enough time to see the next deletion wave before a bolt hit him and he was gone forever. To be continued…
They beat me, tortured me, abused my mind and body In ways I never could have imagined. They wanted me to betray my men, but I wouldn’t, I couldn’t. My men, my team, belongs to me; they might as well ask me to sell my soul.
This was war and today my opponent was my brother John. I forgot about how close we are and focused only on crushing him like a bug, taking everything from him. Yes, I am that serious about poker, how else do you expect me to win?
Why couldn’t they see I was trying to restore America to greatness? I thought my battle robots had quelled all protests, but now the entire country was in open rebellion against me. With a group of rebels pounding on my door I knew my time as president was over, I only hope they wouldn’t torture me.
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After I took over Congress with the military’s robots I also sent them all over the country. This made it much easier to progress my agenda, the citizen uprisings were put down quickly, only a few million had to die. I think they finally understood that the earth is sick… and I am the cure. To be continued …
With another war starting the inevitable trains of young men being shipped off to war emptied many cities. I told my friends and loved ones I’d be OK, I’d come back alive and well. The very first bullet on the very first day hit me, and that was the end of that.
Hugh was late to develop and early to deteriorate: He had been the last of his classmates to grow, the last to have his voice drop an octave and a half, and now he was the first to watch crows feet form along the edges of his dull grey eyes and his hair became thinner by the hour. It wasn’t fair; none of it was fair. It should’ve been clear to his teammates why he was such an irrepressible asshole on the softball field, but they all seemed dumbfounded as to why Hugh would treat recreational co-ed softball like it was war.
- C.D. Carter
The assembled leaders gathered around the high tech displays which showed a huge, complex, 3D holographic display of the Earth in various colors. Tired of war they had all agreed that this was how they would settle all their differences. The President of the United States rolled two sixes and America bloodlessly took over Cuba.
I went out for supplies yesterday, I was afraid, but I had no choice. I was nearly overrun, bit and now I know I’m infected. It’s all over for me, I sent one last data packet out, and then held my gun to my temple.
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