Above Heaven, Below Hell #182: Debating Online

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Today’s entry: Debating Online

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“We were a country at the brink of destruction, and as such a country, we took the only precaution that could prove fruitful in ending a situation that could prove dire.”
Susanne stared straight at the camera. Behind it a screen showed the attendees in perfect squares. Every face was polished to perfection and every jacket was pressed according every rule in the handbook. The head of the United Nations’ Sam Piper opened his mouth. Susanne’s heart skipped a beat.
“And you found it appropriate to call Mr. Sloptokov and,” Sam looked down on his notes, “declare war on their fucking asses.”
Susanne glanced at Marge. The woman grimaced as if she had been punched in the stomach.
“Well,” Susanne moistened her lips, “in a less stressed situation a more suitable language had been used.”
“You do not deny this declaration of war.” Sloptokov’s face lit up on the screen.
Was that even an option? Susanne kept her face still. Probably not.
“No. At the point of the call, an attack against our country was the only measure capable of ending our situation.” Susanne felt herself weigh every word before uttering them. She hoped the camera didn’t catch it. “The situation is now under control. The aid came from elsewhere.”
“Said aid destroyed my best aircrafts, and killed my best pilots.” Sloptokov leaned closer to the camera. “You forced my hand. I cannot look past such erroneous behavior.”
“The dragon was outside our control. Send my condolences to the families. Once we get back on track, I will make sure the United States of America pays its respect to the fallen.”
A smile played on Marge’s lips. Sloptokov threw himself back into his chair. The face was red. He couldn’t say why. Not here.
“I cannot accept the apology. I deny your request of withdrawing the declaration of war.”
Susanne sat firm in her chair. Marge had prepared her for Sloptokov’’s statement. It didn’t matter, the UN’s stance mattered greatly though.
“I am sorry to hear that. What do the United Nations make of our situation?”
All faces except Sloptokov’s looked away from Susanne. Eager discussions continued with muted speakers. Buttons were pressed. Sam Piper looked at his screen.
“The United Nations do not want a war,” he said. “We find you situation concerning, though, Mrs. Queen. You country has been destabilized, and every day will prove dangerous to the world. Mrs. Queen. Mr. Sloptokov. At this point, The United Nations supports the withdrawal.”
“Thank you, Mr. Piper.” Susanne held back a sigh.
“Fine,” Sloptokov said. “At this time, we stay out of war. But at any sign of further destabilization, we will be ready.”
“We understand that,” Susanne said. “I assure you it won’t be necessary.”
The screen blackened. Susanne let her self sink down into her chair.
“You did great,” Marge said. “What do you say? Shall I bring in Dina?”
“Please,” Susanne said and closed her eyes. “I really need her now.”

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Flashes of Sanity #145: Meeting the President

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Today’s entry: Meeting the President

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”Sir? What do you want us to do with the red cloud?”
President Gool’s receiver blinked red for mute. He breathed through the pain spreading from his wrist. The hand lay lifeless on the floor. The man responsible still held the knife against Gool’s throat. The blood wandered down Gool’s shirt. Another man held a hand against the mute button.
“Don’t even think of it, sir.”
“What do you want?”
Gool oriented himself through the squad who exploded into his shelter and shot everyone within seconds. Marge Umington walked in with another woman.
“You,” he said.
“Yes me, Charles. Of us two you are the one least suitable to be here.”
“How do you dare insulting me?” Gool threw himself up from the chair. The knife against his throat pushed him back in place.
“Sir?” The voice on the receiver said. “What should we do?”
“I have to answer.”
“Yes, you do,” Marge said. “You will also tell them that you are resigning with effect immediately.”
President Gool stared at his former assistant. Then he laughed.
“Are you dumb? Will you take my place? I am elected by the people! You can’t just throw me away.”
Marge checked a woman. “You know exactly how dumb I am Charles. If you don’t resign, you know there are ways for me to make it look like you resigned.”
The knife pressed harder against Gool’s throat. “And if I don’t resign, will you kill me?”
Marge looked up at him. She smiled as if she just looked at a child failing to stand up for the first time.
“Don’t fool yourself Charles. Killing you at this time is impossible. We will cut you up and run you through a meat grinder instead. What do you say Charles?”
President Gool felt his neck go warm. He locked at all those who lay on the floor. He looked at his hand.
“I will resign,” he said. “But don’t you believe this will get rid of me.”
“I never believe anything Charles.” Marge turned to the man blocking the receiver. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The lamp flashed to green.
“Wait and see what the cloud will do. Keep us updated on its movements.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And Sergeant Tarch, effective immediately, I will no longer be president. To contact your new president use this line.”
“Noted Mr. Gool. Thank you for your service.”
The lamp flashed red again.
“I did what you wanted,” Charles said. “Now let me go.”
Marge gave him one of her annoying smiles.
“Charles, that’s not how this works.” She nodded towards the knife holder, and the knife went through Charles’s throat.
Charles screamed. The soldier cut him in pieces.
“Take the others to the grinder too,” Marge said. “And president Queen. Why don’t you take your seat and await your next call?”
Two knifes stabbed through Charles’s eyes. Then his ears. And Charles was left in a world of silence and darkness, and pain.

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Flashes of Sanity #107: Urgent Matters

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Today’s entry: Urgent Matters

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This was the president’s quarters. A very few were allowed to enter. Yet, here Marge stood. She balanced on her high heels.
The president was just elected a week ago, she thought. This is a disaster.
“Help.”
“Now be quite Mr. Narson. This is for your own good.”
The man sitting behind the desk the president usually welcomed his guests from peeled the nail of his finger with a knife. He didn’t even flinch.
“Please don’t kill me,” the president pleaded again.
“Kill you?” The man’s face became long as he looked at the president. “Do you really think I can kill you?”
One of the men holding the president in place leaned forward and jerked the nail holding the body up.
The president screamed.
“I have been to hell,” the man behind the desk said. “And I came back. Every one who ended up there has come back in one way or another. And none of us can return. You know the funny thing I have noticed. Hell was riddled with people like you Mr. Narson, and they are all stuck here nowadays.”
The chair suddenly got empty. And the man stood by his prisoner. “That makes me believe you too cannot die.”
He shoved the knife into the president’s chest. Then he pulled it out and stabbed the president in the gut.
The president screamed through it all.
But he never died.
“And you…”
Marge took a step back as all attention suddenly fell on her.
“I have heard so many things about you Marge Umington. The woman who pulls the levers. The queen of our entire nation. You are the one we really should pin to the wall. That should paralyze this country.”
“Why don’t you do it then?” Marge felt her heart run amok. It took all her willpower just to keep her breathing in place.
“That is quite simple actually.” The man let go of the bleeding president. “I want you to create chaos. And I know you will. I want you to start a war. After all, your country is in danger. Crooks have taken over. And we are not stepping back without a fight.”
The man’s breath hit Marge’s face. His knife tugged at her blouse. A button snapped under it.
“Run before I change my mind.”
Marge fell. The man laughed. With his peeled hand he grabbed her by the throat and threw her out of the office. It hurt like hell.
But she never died.
“Run my little queen,” he cried. “Your country demands it.”
Marge took to her feet with the man laughing in her tracks. She picked up her phone. A secret button on the back tapped three times and the phone rang a number.
“They don’t dare threaten me,” she said.

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