He opened the door and glowing light filled the room. Squinting, Barack stepped into the cylindrical chamber.
“Mr. President, I would like to ask, once again, if you would let someone else go in your place.” Shailagh Murray said, standing a few feet away from the device and glancing at it nervously every few seconds.
“Shailagh, we’ve been over this. You know that no one can do this but me.” Barack looked away from the dial on the inside of the room and toward the Senior Advisor.
She sighed, nodded, and retreated back into the throng of people looking on- mostly presidential staff but there were a few press members scattered throughout. An aged man with gray hair stepped forward. “Are you ready, Mr. President?”
“Not really, but who’s ever ready …show more content…
Just in your own opinion, what do you think of him?”
“W-well, I think that he has truly revolutionized the industrial fields and really helped out America’s poor and needy!” She glanced at an oval object that beared some resemblance to an Android. “I’m sorry, I forgot that I really must get going. Goodbye!” And shopping bag lady whisked off.
Almost every conversation Barack had went along the same lines as that first one. Puzzled, he finally found himself at a library, and decided to …show more content…
“Where would the books be on presidents?”
The librarian got a strange look on her face and, after a moment of hesitation, pointed toward the very left corner of the room. Obama walked over, and underneath a sign that read ‘politics: past and present’, he found the presidential section. The section on presidents was about two feet long, and filled with books titled things such as “Ramos: The Revolution of the Working Man”, “Alexander Ramos and his Rise”, and “The One and True President: An Autobiography”. Barack picked up the autobiography, and began skimming through it.
Five hours later, he walked out of the library, heart filled with dread. There was no doubt. ’Alexander James Ramos’ was a dictator. How a dictator had taken over the United States of America Barack had no clue. There was no mention of a coup, a revolution, or anything that may have led to this in any of the books he looked through. In fact, there were no books in the library published earlier than 2030, even in the history section. There were also, at least in the books Barack had read, no references to anything earlier than 2027. Even on the ‘computers’- which were so different that he had to ask for help operating the machine- had no records of any kind of history, American or world. He couldn’t access any website based outside of the U.S., nor could he go onto half of the United States- based websites. They were all blocked, or hadn’t shown up when he searched for them.
“Mr. President, I would like to ask, once again, if you would let someone else go in your place.” Shailagh Murray said, standing a few feet away from the device and glancing at it nervously every few seconds.
“Shailagh, we’ve been over this. You know that no one can do this but me.” Barack looked away from the dial on the inside of the room and toward the Senior Advisor.
She sighed, nodded, and retreated back into the throng of people looking on- mostly presidential staff but there were a few press members scattered throughout. An aged man with gray hair stepped forward. “Are you ready, Mr. President?”
“Not really, but who’s ever ready …show more content…
Just in your own opinion, what do you think of him?”
“W-well, I think that he has truly revolutionized the industrial fields and really helped out America’s poor and needy!” She glanced at an oval object that beared some resemblance to an Android. “I’m sorry, I forgot that I really must get going. Goodbye!” And shopping bag lady whisked off.
Almost every conversation Barack had went along the same lines as that first one. Puzzled, he finally found himself at a library, and decided to …show more content…
“Where would the books be on presidents?”
The librarian got a strange look on her face and, after a moment of hesitation, pointed toward the very left corner of the room. Obama walked over, and underneath a sign that read ‘politics: past and present’, he found the presidential section. The section on presidents was about two feet long, and filled with books titled things such as “Ramos: The Revolution of the Working Man”, “Alexander Ramos and his Rise”, and “The One and True President: An Autobiography”. Barack picked up the autobiography, and began skimming through it.
Five hours later, he walked out of the library, heart filled with dread. There was no doubt. ’Alexander James Ramos’ was a dictator. How a dictator had taken over the United States of America Barack had no clue. There was no mention of a coup, a revolution, or anything that may have led to this in any of the books he looked through. In fact, there were no books in the library published earlier than 2030, even in the history section. There were also, at least in the books Barack had read, no references to anything earlier than 2027. Even on the ‘computers’- which were so different that he had to ask for help operating the machine- had no records of any kind of history, American or world. He couldn’t access any website based outside of the U.S., nor could he go onto half of the United States- based websites. They were all blocked, or hadn’t shown up when he searched for them.