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Authors: D. W. Ulsterman
Tags: Science-Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure, War & Military, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Genre Fiction, Dystopian
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know that Reese. Hell, I might outlive you. The Old Man, he might outlive us all. Or, I might drop dead here on the ground. Who the hell knows? And isn’t that partly how it should be? Isn’t that why so many people gave up the freedom of not really knowing to the government, for the promise there would be no surprises? No suffering? That things would just be given over to them. A few crumbs of safety here and there. But they didn’t realize that if you take away the possibility of pain, and suffering, failure…you also take away the possibility of happiness, success, and joy. You give up your soul to the government.”
Now it was my turn to think over a response.
‘Will we ever get it back? America – how it used to be?”
Mac stopped and turned to me, his eyes peering up into the striking blue tones of the Alaska sky.
“No Reese, I don’t think so. As much as I wish it would, that America…I just don’t think enough people are left to fight that battle. To take it back. They’ve given up. Between the laziness, and the medications poured into them by the system…they just don’t care. They’ve been taught not to care.”
“Does the Old Man feel the same way you do about that? There’s no hope?”
“You’ll have to ask him that yourself, Reese.”
We approached the top of another small hill, and on the other side I viewed a large narrow structure that looked very similar to old photos I recalled seeing of a Native American longhouse. Vehicles were parked outside, and two men who appeared armed with rifles stood on each side of its entrance.
“The operations center?”
Mac stood with both hands on his hips, looking down at the structure.
“That’s it. Now there’s going to be some people inside there, Reese, and some of them might not be too pleased about you coming here. They’ve all heard about Carol’s visit by now…his threats. Be prepared for that and just keep quiet. Let me do the talking, or the Old Man. They’re good people here, but some of them are likely a little scared right now.”
On the roof of the operations center flew a large American flag – the traditional flag last allowed to be publicly displayed over a decade ago before the mandatory light blue New United Nations insignia was placed in the upper right corner. The flag over the Dominatus operations center was hung upside down – an ages old distress signal that indicated imminent or ongoing danger to life and property.
Mac began making his way down to the structure.
‘Let’s go.”
As we neared the entrance, I sensed the two armed men on either side of the door watching our approach intently. Mac raised his hand in greeting, and turned to introduce me to each of them, addressing the shorter man on the left first.
“Reese, this here is Bill Crup. He used to live in…it was California right Bill? Bill used to be an accountant for one of the big firms in Sacramento. Made his way up here about five years ago.”
Bill nodded his head and extended his hand to shake my own. He appeared to be in his mid forties, no more than five foot nine or so, a rounded and friendly face with wide set green eyes that gleamed happily back at me - a man who looked somewhat out of place holding a Springfield 30-06 hunting rifle equipped with a classic Bushnell scope.
“Nice to meet you Reese.”
The man on the right was possibly the largest human being I had ever stood next to, and looked far less friendly than Bill Crup. Like Bill, he appeared to be between forty and fifty years of age. He towered over Mac and I – at least six foot eight, with massive shoulders and chest, and arms that appeared to be nearly the size of my legs. In his left hand he held a flawless M16 assault rifle. The giant glowered down at me as Mac introduced us.
“And this is Walter Tedlow…most people just
Now it was my turn to think over a response.
‘Will we ever get it back? America – how it used to be?”
Mac stopped and turned to me, his eyes peering up into the striking blue tones of the Alaska sky.
“No Reese, I don’t think so. As much as I wish it would, that America…I just don’t think enough people are left to fight that battle. To take it back. They’ve given up. Between the laziness, and the medications poured into them by the system…they just don’t care. They’ve been taught not to care.”
“Does the Old Man feel the same way you do about that? There’s no hope?”
“You’ll have to ask him that yourself, Reese.”
We approached the top of another small hill, and on the other side I viewed a large narrow structure that looked very similar to old photos I recalled seeing of a Native American longhouse. Vehicles were parked outside, and two men who appeared armed with rifles stood on each side of its entrance.
“The operations center?”
Mac stood with both hands on his hips, looking down at the structure.
“That’s it. Now there’s going to be some people inside there, Reese, and some of them might not be too pleased about you coming here. They’ve all heard about Carol’s visit by now…his threats. Be prepared for that and just keep quiet. Let me do the talking, or the Old Man. They’re good people here, but some of them are likely a little scared right now.”
On the roof of the operations center flew a large American flag – the traditional flag last allowed to be publicly displayed over a decade ago before the mandatory light blue New United Nations insignia was placed in the upper right corner. The flag over the Dominatus operations center was hung upside down – an ages old distress signal that indicated imminent or ongoing danger to life and property.
Mac began making his way down to the structure.
‘Let’s go.”
As we neared the entrance, I sensed the two armed men on either side of the door watching our approach intently. Mac raised his hand in greeting, and turned to introduce me to each of them, addressing the shorter man on the left first.
“Reese, this here is Bill Crup. He used to live in…it was California right Bill? Bill used to be an accountant for one of the big firms in Sacramento. Made his way up here about five years ago.”
Bill nodded his head and extended his hand to shake my own. He appeared to be in his mid forties, no more than five foot nine or so, a rounded and friendly face with wide set green eyes that gleamed happily back at me - a man who looked somewhat out of place holding a Springfield 30-06 hunting rifle equipped with a classic Bushnell scope.
“Nice to meet you Reese.”
The man on the right was possibly the largest human being I had ever stood next to, and looked far less friendly than Bill Crup. Like Bill, he appeared to be between forty and fifty years of age. He towered over Mac and I – at least six foot eight, with massive shoulders and chest, and arms that appeared to be nearly the size of my legs. In his left hand he held a flawless M16 assault rifle. The giant glowered down at me as Mac introduced us.
“And this is Walter Tedlow…most people just
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