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happened last year. Each day of the apocalypse was
like a month in the Old World. He put his hand on his head, imagining
the gray hairs sprouting even now.
“Liam, is this what you do on your adventures?” his
mom wondered. “Is this for your book?”
“Uh, no. I just think someone needs to name these things, so
that when my book does get written, I can...I mean historians can put
the proper names to the beasts we've run into.”
“He wants to name them,” Jason offered.
Feeling cornered, he tried to retreat in another direction.
“What was it with the captain? How did you two get working
together?”
“The Patriots are everywhere, Liam. And nowhere. We actually
met before the Ebola Squared virus busted out. His partner, Peter,
was in my softball league. We got to talking one night after a game
and learned we both had the same sympathies in the political realm. I
never would have imagined in a million years he and I would end up
working together like this. The zombies have made each survivor
infinitely more valuable for the skills they possess. We needed a way
to transport supplies on the river. And there he was. He survived.”
Until now. Until he met me.
He kept that to himself.
“So he brings in guns from Cairo?”
“I never asked him where they came from. But think about it.
All those barges floating down the river. There's no telling what
could have been in all those containers. I've watched them float by
for weeks. He said they captured them down there. If you think about
it, Cairo is possibly the richest town in America right now.”
Liam had thought nothing about money since the sirens ended
society. But his hunger told him that at some point someone was going
to have to start growing food or slaughtering cattle, and for anyone
to buy that food they are going to need money or other goods for
trade. In that light, Cairo actually could be one of the most wealthy
towns in America. That assumes the upriver towns don't go looking for
their missing barges and cargo.
“So there are Polar Bears in Cairo?” It seemed
obvious, but it opened new avenues. If he had friends there, besides
the captain, maybe he could get messages to Grandma.
“Liam, let me ask you an important question. It's what I ask
every person who claims to want to join with da Bears.” He'd
said it funny, though Liam couldn't guess why.
“In the Twentieth Century there was one institution that
towered above all others in the sheer number of people it
exterminated from the earth. Can you guess what it was?”
Liam knew the answer.
“The Nazis.”
“Nope. They were efficient killers, for sure. And they
worked over the Jews to the breaking point. But they by themselves
pale in comparison to this institution. You have to think bigger.”
He only had a vague recollection, even with his Polar Bear father,
about the big events in history. He was familiar with the important
dates in American History—1776, 1865, 1945—but he'd never
had to know about the number of deaths per century. Who would even
teach such a thing?
They continued to walk the tracks, but Jason let him off the hook.
“The institution is government. 250 million killed in the
Twentieth Century alone. I'm talking about Democide, Liam.”
The word was foreign. Jason expected as much because he continued
right along.
“We all complain about political parties and we think
America is broken and all that, but the real enemy is the very
institution of government. It has the capacity for some good, but
when it goes off the rails,” he kicked a rail, “it goes
big. It's the single biggest killer in the twentieth century. The
Nazis were bad, but they weren't as bad as the Communists in the
Soviet Union or China. The statists use the apparatus of government
to punish those that won't say the correct thing or think the correct
way.”
“But we've moved beyond all that. We've evolved,” said
Victoria.
Liam wasn't going to argue with his girlfriend. It made sense.
like a month in the Old World. He put his hand on his head, imagining
the gray hairs sprouting even now.
“Liam, is this what you do on your adventures?” his
mom wondered. “Is this for your book?”
“Uh, no. I just think someone needs to name these things, so
that when my book does get written, I can...I mean historians can put
the proper names to the beasts we've run into.”
“He wants to name them,” Jason offered.
Feeling cornered, he tried to retreat in another direction.
“What was it with the captain? How did you two get working
together?”
“The Patriots are everywhere, Liam. And nowhere. We actually
met before the Ebola Squared virus busted out. His partner, Peter,
was in my softball league. We got to talking one night after a game
and learned we both had the same sympathies in the political realm. I
never would have imagined in a million years he and I would end up
working together like this. The zombies have made each survivor
infinitely more valuable for the skills they possess. We needed a way
to transport supplies on the river. And there he was. He survived.”
Until now. Until he met me.
He kept that to himself.
“So he brings in guns from Cairo?”
“I never asked him where they came from. But think about it.
All those barges floating down the river. There's no telling what
could have been in all those containers. I've watched them float by
for weeks. He said they captured them down there. If you think about
it, Cairo is possibly the richest town in America right now.”
Liam had thought nothing about money since the sirens ended
society. But his hunger told him that at some point someone was going
to have to start growing food or slaughtering cattle, and for anyone
to buy that food they are going to need money or other goods for
trade. In that light, Cairo actually could be one of the most wealthy
towns in America. That assumes the upriver towns don't go looking for
their missing barges and cargo.
“So there are Polar Bears in Cairo?” It seemed
obvious, but it opened new avenues. If he had friends there, besides
the captain, maybe he could get messages to Grandma.
“Liam, let me ask you an important question. It's what I ask
every person who claims to want to join with da Bears.” He'd
said it funny, though Liam couldn't guess why.
“In the Twentieth Century there was one institution that
towered above all others in the sheer number of people it
exterminated from the earth. Can you guess what it was?”
Liam knew the answer.
“The Nazis.”
“Nope. They were efficient killers, for sure. And they
worked over the Jews to the breaking point. But they by themselves
pale in comparison to this institution. You have to think bigger.”
He only had a vague recollection, even with his Polar Bear father,
about the big events in history. He was familiar with the important
dates in American History—1776, 1865, 1945—but he'd never
had to know about the number of deaths per century. Who would even
teach such a thing?
They continued to walk the tracks, but Jason let him off the hook.
“The institution is government. 250 million killed in the
Twentieth Century alone. I'm talking about Democide, Liam.”
The word was foreign. Jason expected as much because he continued
right along.
“We all complain about political parties and we think
America is broken and all that, but the real enemy is the very
institution of government. It has the capacity for some good, but
when it goes off the rails,” he kicked a rail, “it goes
big. It's the single biggest killer in the twentieth century. The
Nazis were bad, but they weren't as bad as the Communists in the
Soviet Union or China. The statists use the apparatus of government
to punish those that won't say the correct thing or think the correct
way.”
“But we've moved beyond all that. We've evolved,” said
Victoria.
Liam wasn't going to argue with his girlfriend. It made sense.
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