Friday, July 22, 2005

Normalcy

The year was 2002 when we got the call from the Russians. By “we” I mean our government, of course. It’s kind of funny to imagine the Russians, you know, punching in the speed dial number for the President, twirling the phone cord around their finger while the listening to our phone ring.
The Russians wanted us to give them 50 billions dollars, and they would refrain from dropping a nuclear weapon on one of our major cities. What was strange, however, is that the Russians did not give us a deadline to collect their money. There was no due date, no ultimatum, no Judgment Day. This is a new concept in the world of threats and ransoms, for what is a threat if push never comes to shove?
This is where things got interesting; actually, things became uninteresting again.
I hear the Army has these planes that can be flown by computers alone, and they can’t be seen by radar, and they are really quiet when they fly, and they use this special kind of fuel that doesn’t pollute the air so much. They cost around 100 billion dollars each to build. I don’t know if this is true. It’s just something I heard.
So we did nothing. Well, of course people fled the major cities. All around the country people shifted. No matter where you lived, that’s where the bomb was going to hit. I didn’t get it. I figured the chances were the same no matter where you were at any time. It took about two years of nothing happening for the mass pilgrimages to start. Everyone just kind of crept back into their original hole, their wide eyes still glued to the sky.
“The Scare” (as the whole bomb deal came to be called) passed from one President to another. No one did anything about it. No one talked about it. People were barbecuing in their backyards.
And then our world was shattered. New York City was leveled June 1st, 2013. I think everyone knew that it was the target all along. The populous city, the elitist city, the always-downtown city. Everyone was furious. We all knew about the whole “unlimited time” thing. I guess eleven years is forever to some people. The President was impeached, and tried for crimes against humanity and neglecting to protect civilian life. He was given a lethal injection not two weeks after the incident.
It doesn’t make sense to me. Is this fair? Please tell me.