No Weapon Forged
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.
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About Archives Featured GuestsThey 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.
The End
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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.
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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.
The End.
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A violent group of the hordes were pounding on my door, I just barely had enough time to send off my report before the first one broke through.
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I realized I was by far the most prolific journalist left, at least for English speakers. I had to teach a few others how to hack into government and civilian computer systems, the ones that had the information the world needed. Soon, my old life had completely faded, I was only known as Oracle.
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Three days ago, I had to kill a man. I tried to help him at first, to share a little of my food and give him directions to possible shelters. Once he saw how good my supplies were, he wanted them for himself and I couldn’t allow that.
For years they had called me crazy as I spent my spare money buying water to store, MREs, and propane. When it finally happened, I tried not to laugh. I was a journalist, I had a duty to perform and plenty of supplies to do it…
The American economy survived a terribly devastating war, the total collapse of Wall Street, and the assassination of four strait Presidents. There was one thing it couldn’t survive. The day all of ESPN’s satellites failed was the day everyone panicked and it all came crashing down.
It had finally happened, his lifelong goal of being elected the unquestioned lord and master of the world, but he knew now that it wasn’t enough; it could never be enough. He reached into his safe and removed the super secret, multi-trillion dollar plan to build an interstellar warship. He understood he’d never be happy until he was the unquestioned lord and master of the Universe.
