Story 3: The Operation
Prologue
Two Philosophers talked all day... The next morning the mess was still there
A statement is made
The air fills with tension
An argument ensues
Two sides
Infinite views
The gift of life
For a politician
the gift of votes
For now
the argument continues
Forever
Nothing changes
All remains
And a statement is made.
The Operation
“The screaming, whining, absence of silence that is the child you tried so hard not to spawn and cradled so indifferently while contemplating the escape it would make from your womb. Your highness, it is imperative that you abort this child rather than giving birth to it.” These are the arguments of James Caliss to his royal majesty King George III during the presentation of a letter, foreshadowing the Boston Tea Party, written by a loyalist governor in Virginia. He continued ranting and raving; encouraging and threatening. “These colonies will not stay peaceful for long and soon they will be a child holding you back.” He exclaimed, as he furiously waved the paper in the air.
The love story is one of passion, mystery, and mistakes that led to what all passionate, incestuous, beauty driven love affairs lead to; a complicated and unwanted pregnancy. Love as is described is typical love; the kind that can be described as “at first sight” or “instant”. It is this love that is most common in the world where hormones rule and your brain is below your waist. This is the love that led to the conception of little baby United S. America.
Spain first saw the hints of the beauty to come when its first explorers ran the fingers of the old world over this untouched body of land. But the land was fragile and not willing to be stripped of its innocence. Such an affair was not to be, and the virgin land remained, but the Spanish hands had left it molested, it now had experience where previously it had known nothing. These events made it just vulnerable enough for a strong manly figure to step in and comfort it, caress it, and seduce it completely.
England arrived ready to fit the bill and horny as hell. It began a whirlwind affair confessing its love over and over by sending missionaries with promises of faith and everlasting love. As soon as this unsuspecting, and previously hurt, maiden-ground showed confidence and began to believe and love this new influence on its life England took advantage. The seduction was quick and complete. Foreplay was non-existent when the more experienced of the two realized that the other had no idea what the term meant and moved directly to intercourse. The land’s snow-white virginity was stained with the musky cream of colonizing seamen, never intended to remain long enough to complete fertilization. But, as happens with all deeds passionate and impulsive; things went wrong. When there is too much sex too often pregnancy occurs, it is a fact of life. This rule has no exceptions and is unforgiving even to such a tremendous power as England in its glory day. But the power of the human mind found a way to destroy the inevitable and create the relationship it desired. Somewhere in a small corner of the new world the colonization of a small town had begun. It was an inevitable end to such an affair when the sperm of explorers and missionaries were being constantly ejaculated into the guileless but willing land. It was only a matter of time before the love making would become careless. Of course the mistake happened and a very unwilling, soon to be parent, took measures to see that it would not happen.
To so many people the disappearance of this first colony was a mystery. Publicly in the United Kingdom, it was blamed on supernatural forces, indians, and the winter. Privately, the documentation was much different. James was one of the very few people to know what had actually happened. When the venture was first confirmed, agents of the British Intelligence community had been sent by James himself; presumably under imperial instruction. What the king knew, or thought he knew, was very little. James had been put in charge of the venture and had told King George III that the royal spies were necessary to report treason and any treasonous ideas brewing in the colony. In reality they had been told that at the first signs of success in the colony the soldiers were to slaughter the entire group in one night.
James remembered the account vividly; the details were gory and intense, and the end result was exactly what he had wanted. The soldiers returned to report to James in private. The voyage had been a quiet one with few hardships. They had arrived to the new land without a problem and began setting up camp. Through the months things went well for the new colonists. They were tough, hard-nosed men and women who were bound and determined to make it, no matter what it took. They survived the indians, the cold, and many agricultural pains that came with a new land with which they were unfamiliar.
Jonathan Smith, Albert Samuels, and William Raleigh were the three chosen men who were considered to be the best all around working men in England. James had chosen them to lead the expedition. They had in fact been chosen because they were the best and James steadfastly believed that no one, not even the most aptly qualified of men, could enter a brand new, never touched by civilized hands world, and turn it into anything profitable. He knew that the stories of vast gold veins was very overstated and nothing could convince him that this new land would be anything but trouble. And so he sent these three men to put an exclamation point on what he knew was a mistake.
Despite many hardships, the explorers thrived and soon the soldiers realized that the day had come when this settlement was obviously a community and that it needed to be demolished. The soldiers’ report told that they had waited for nightfall three days after they had decided uniformly that the time had come to carry out their mission. They arose from their slightly isolated cabin and began to silently make their way into what now looked too similar to a town.
They began at the Smith home. The hard work that had been put into this home was a tease to the success that was not allowed to grow here. The home was of a good size and was separated into three rooms, the master bedroom where Smith and his wife spent their nights, a living room where the family could eat and read infront of the fire and another bedroom for their two children. The children’s bedroom was the first visited in this night. Things had to be silent and children could be the loudest of alarms. Both the boys were asleep when death entered their room. The soldiers were silent and efficient. The two youths were killed in their beds: the sharp, heavy knives of the soldiers cut through the young, tender, throats with ease. The slits were swift and clean and James did not believe that they had even awakened before dying. The report that the soldiers had given made Jonathan and his wife’s death sound as though it too had been silent, but it bore two differences to the children’s deaths. The lethal blow had been a stab to the heart, and there was a certain contempt in the soldiers’ eyes when their report reached this point. James could imagine how that had really happened.
They had come into the master bedroom silently with hatred (that he had instilled) burning in their hearts. They had probably stabbed each one several times, savoring the blood as it flowed from their hearts and puddled to the floor. They may have lingered over the bodies watching the crimson flow from the multiple wounds they had inflicted. Or perhaps they had murdered Jonathan and gagged his wife, then taken her one by one in order of rank finally spilling her blood only when they were through with her. However it happened, the job got done, and to James nothing else mattered. The other murders of the three main families were very similar. The following morning the rest of the almost town awoke and were dragged from their houses. They were lined up and executed in military fashion. It was done this way so that it was quick and easy. After the massive execution the bodies were laid all around the town and the bullet wounds were hacked up with trophy tomahawks that individuals had kept after killing the natives. The soldiers then sailed home to give their report. They had been instructed to come back in secret and to dock at night if circumstances had happened this way. James met the soldiers the night of their arrival and instructed them to send the boat back off into the open sea so that no evidence would be left. After hearing the report James asked to see each soldier separately and quietly killed them himself. It amazed him how weak a strong man became when he put his trust into another’s hands.
Something caring, something so private and beautiful can be changed in moments to something frightening; something so pleasurable that passion replaces elegance and romance. It is a time when a beautiful love story can become a sickening pool of lust and sex. “Do you take this man?” “Do you take this woman?” “Do you take this life to care for as your own, to be careful and prideful, to encircle with love no matter where you go?” But all too often has the answer been one of despair, necessity, or convenience. “Sure, if she doesn’t gain weight.” “Yes, as long as a better looking guy doesn’t come along.” “I do, because if I don’t this baby won’t have a real family.” And sometimes it does not reach that far. No commitment need be made when lustful actions soon begin. A night of drunken passion may beget a decision regretted for as long as memory persists.
To James the biggest regret would be to allow this unborn child to escape the womb that had kept it safe. Such a mistake would bring a new being into the world that would be as powerful as its parent and as stubborn as the newborn baby that it would be. There were so many things that needed to be done so quickly. This baby had to be aborted immediately it didn’t matter whether it was quietly or not anymore, just that it had got to be done before the impending birth. Once again he plotted his arguments and persuasions. He had yet another appointment with the king in a very short time. And a very short time was all that was left.
James walked into a silent, desolate chamber. A lonely hall that was so often filled with so many tables and so many voices, all laughing and celebrating every small occasion no matter how insignificant to its fullest. Now the tables were put away and the people were not missed at all. One person stared at James from the end of the hall, adorned in flowing robes and a decorated crown. King George III of England looked just as prepared to argue this point as James was. But James knew better than this, he knew that the look of confidence on the king’s face came from years and years of training, from being shown what it was to look confident and being taught how to imitate such a look no matter what he was going to speak on. James knew it was a ploy and more importantly he knew his own look was not fake. He knew that his arguments were sound and reasonable. Yet, they had been every time before, and that had not stopped the king from rejecting them. He was so confident in his hold over the colonies that it seemed nothing could convince him otherwise. Yet here he was once again standing before the man with the look of practiced patients sewn across his face, (or was it?) to try one last time to convince him that the colonies were not worth risking a war for.
With a low bow he made his introduction: “Your highness; I have come one last time to plead with you for the destruction, swift and pure, of the colonies.”
The face regarded him semi-quizzically (another trained response) and, for a moment, silence ruled the echoing halls. “One last time? Perhaps I have underestimated your relentlessness in this matter.”
“Not at all my lord.” He knew something to this effect was coming and he was quite prepared. “It is only that I can fairly guarantee that if action is not taken soon then you will have a war on your hands that you cannot control. Your highness action must be taken. The abortion of the colonies is necessary for the proper growth of the British Empire. With a war abroad we would risk so much.”
Again the king stared objectively. “Are you suggesting that the British army would not be able to crush a simple rebellion? If a war, or rather the tensions of a war, should occur the regulars that we send in will scare whatever small band of rebels that there may be. They are and will always be scared that is what has and what will continue to keep them in line.”
“Your highness, I do not believe it to be so simple as that. I have received information that has lead me to the conclusion that even now there are rebels who prepare for battle. These things are happening now and if we move quickly we can still send several battalions in and stop this before it becomes something that cannot be handled.” James was determined that it would work this time. Everything pointed to the beginning of a rebellion, all his intelligence information verified it. The king had to listen this time, he had to understand the seriousness of the situation. This time he would see what had to be done and James would make sure of it. “My lord I hold in my hand a British Intelligence report that has informed me of a plot to somehow boycott all tea sales throughout the colonies by the colonies. This should warrant some investigation and as I told you before I do have evidence of some rebels banding together to run against your highness. Please send at least one battalion to make sure that this does not turn into something bigger and much more dangerous.
The face was not a trained one this time, it no longer held the cold sterility that James recognized so well. Real thought and real concern ran through his mind now, he was taking this issue seriously. “Just one battalion?” The words rang uncertainly.
James pushed his advantage quickly. “His highness would be wise to send two battalions so that even the gathering rebels would be scared. This way the regulars could put down any seemingly dangerous situations with ease.”
“Alright James, I place you in charge of this task and give you two battalions to quell this rebellion.” The kings eyes creased with warning. “But if our troops begin a war I will hold you responsible.”
“Yes sire.” It was over, he had won.
“The launch will leave in three months.”
No; this couldn’t happen it would be too late. “But your highness it is too long to wait.”
The king stared coldly and unfeelingly. “The decision is only nearly final I must discuss this with my advisors still. Three months, not a day earlier.”
James’ victory was weakened but it was still a victory and he would still relish it and use it.
As plots and battle plans were formed and reformed in the heart of England, the land of America had a fetus ready to burst with independent life. On July fourth young United S. America would be born. The newborn’s journey was a long one and it ended with its birth. Before it could be born one last effort to retain it inside the womb which had held it so long was to unfold.
James sent the two battalions as quickly as possible with orders to engage only after enemy fire. Secretly he sent a soldier among the ranks to pose as a farmer and fire “the shot heard round the world.” The orders were to observe everything that happened, and should army meet army he was to fire a secret shot that would begin a slaughter which would trounce the rebellion. When word arrived in England of the outbreak of the war James could not be blamed and he was certain that he had stopped the rebellion. Instead, he had induced the labor pains that would give birth to a nation.
James soon realized that the mistake was both his and the king’s. The war between the colonies and Great Britain is very well documented. The crucial battles which swung the tied of battle and the extraordinary leadership of George Washington. The birth of the child was at hand. In James’ office he stared at an original copy of the Declaration of Independence. He would keep the document as a testament of exactly what he had known all along. He agreed with assessments of the new country’s leaders. It was in fact the fault of the British Royalty. But James knew that it was not as they accused it of being. He had heard the reports of the battles, he knew about the gorilla warfare tactics employed by the American soldiers. He knew how affective it would be against British Regulars who believed in nothing but a straight forward battle. The might of the British Army was unable to bear down on the small rebel bands because they moved quickly, they did not fight in the open, they used tactical advantages to overcome the numbers and it was working.
After the war had begun James’ secret agent, who had in fact started the war, returned with his account of everything that happened. The day had been at a stand still. The British troops lined in formation, waiting for the first shot to be fired. The agent James had sent watched everything with little anticipation, he was a trained soldier, a man with no family and no heart. He knew his job well and he would carry it out meticulously and perfectly. He sat on the porch of his “home” as if casually watching the whole thing. A dangerous calm lay in the street; a tiger waiting to pounce. He was absolutely patient, he did not get anxious. Anxiety was a response that he had long forgotten. On the road both sides waited intently, each one refusing to make the first move. The secret agent watched the eyes of the rebels, he studied them intently, each one refusing to make first move. The secret agent watched the eyes of the rebels, he studied them intently, looking straight through them, analyzing each one of them. His decision was going to be based on their fears and how much fear lay in their heart. Their eyes revealed a brave fear, but it was still a fear. They were facing down the greatest army since Alexander the Great’s and each one knew it. He watched as the fear built in them he knew that if he was to start this was the timing would need to be perfect. He, like all other elites of England, believed that the rebels had bravery and that they were indeed prepared to fight to the last man, but he also saw a growing doubt and he believed that if the war was started at exactly the correct moment that it would be over in one battle and the colonies would beg to be forgiven and try to crawl back into the safety of their womb and pretend that nothing had happened. The tension on the road remained very thick, the rebels seemed scared but they also were very determined not to back down. With a subtlety born of a lifetime of training the British secret agent, dressed as one of the farmers, maneuvered the rifle below his chair. All eyes were on the impending battle and so his movements went unnoticed If he was going to start this was he war going to make sure that he started it with the death of a rebel. He waited a few moments more, and ever so casually, reached down to his gun with his bare feet, tensed his toes upon the trigger and watched the eyes of the rebel soldiers. They didn’t see him, they were not aware of his thoughts, they thought of nothing but the barrels that stared at them straight ahead. His toes yanked on the trigger as his upper body sat without a twinge. Before his victim fell, the firing had started and war began. Of course the war did not end that day but it was a bloody victory for the British and they were certain that the war would quickly end.
Now James knew that they had all been wrong and that birth was inevitable. Even of the British army could find a way to turn defeat into victory the power of another notion had been established and nothing could stop it. James had in no way intended to allow the colonies to crawl back into the womb of its mother country. He would have done anything necessary to make sure that the colonies died completely. He had wanted to restore the land to nothing once again. It did not mean that it could not be used again, it only meant that whatever went on in the American land none of it could be allowed to grow as long and as well as it had this time. But the dreams of perfect rule were merely that. The child had been born and James held the proof in his hand and now he must report it to his king.
This time when he entered the hall it was not nearly as empty. It was not only the blank confident stare of the king baring down at him, but a quarter of the royal court also awaited him.
“Your highness.” James said with a low bow.
“Save it James. After all of this begging you finally got your war. And you lost. Not only have you lost our colonies in the Americas but you have lost the lives of hundreds and thousands of brave British soldiers. This whole thing might have been avoided through negotiation, but you insisted on war. You questioned my judgment over and again. Because of all the losses you have caused, I find you guilty of the highest charge in the land: treason.”
It was unexpected, but upon hearing it the powerful arms that grabbed his own were completely expected. They led him directly in front of the king.
“Each time you spoke with me it was about violently aborting this baby. Well, I have decided that you are right. A baby must be aborted before it can become a threat and you are very close to becoming a threat.”
James heard the woosh of the axe as it headed for his throat. There was nothing that he could do about this, it was his own theories that brought about his death and it was perhaps the smartest thing his king had done in a very long time. He felt the blade begin the cut and in half a second it was over.
EPILOGUE
“No, that’s where you’re wrong Tony, I don’t care what your personal opinion on this whole thing is, the point is that the Constitution says that they are property and that is the end of it.” The president sighed, this conversation had gone round and round and he didn’t want to deal with it anymore, it was completely out of his hands.
“Mr. President, that my personal opinion has nothing to do with it is right. Human or not, these are sentient beings and they have all the characteristics of sentient beings. They rationalize situations, they communicate through speech, our own language I might add, and they seek freedom when they feel repressed. This has nothing to do with whether they are ours or not, they are being treated badly and at some point soon they are going to rebel against us because they have the ability to think and realize how wrongly they are being treated. That is what this is about Mr. President, nothing less.
“Tony, don’t worry so much, this project has been under construction since the Clinton administration.” It had truly been a stroke of genius for President Clinton to publicly denounce human cloning and secretly feed billions of dollars into a secret perfecting program in compliance with N.A.S.A. to begin the colonization of Mars with human clones. When the timing was right the “escaped” clones were let into the cities to see if they functioned properly and then quietly collected. Then another batch (incapable of reproducing) were “accidentally” released, specifically for the press and the public. The world had been forced to deal with the problem of cloning. There were of course incredible prejudices against the clones or “knotless niggers” as they had been deemed by many of the general public. Humanity and citizenship had been granted to these clones through a law stating that the creation of clones of a human likeness were created by the government, and were therefore the property of the government which had the right to grant them humanity and citizenship. From time to time the government would release some clones and grant them these privileges claiming that these were the ones that had turned out correctly. The trick worked and the public was forced into believing that clones not released had not turned out perfectly and were destroyed in very early stages of development. In reality, very few clones were faulty, most were used as experiments because they were property and it was absolutely legal. But that was only the short term usage, when Mars landings became frequent, successful clones were used to colonize the planet and explore the possibilities of its natural resources. Now, years later the clones had irresponsibly been allowed to grow as people. It was the fault of radio. By the time the message of what was happening was received there was little that could be done. Sending troops and psychologists that could quell the situation quickly could not be done, simply because the trip plus communication time was too lengthy. By the time help arrived it would have evolved beyond mere ideas and turned into philosophy and action and a simple clean up job would not be possible. The conclusion was simple, wipe out this batch and train and send another. The conditions on Mars had proven to be far less harsh than expected and soon all “non-human” clones would be wiped out (as far as the public would know) and Mars would be poplulated be people and overpopulation would be a forgotten problem. “The troops we are sending have orders to destroy all clones and damage as little other equipment as possible. New clones will be grown just as they always have been and the operation will continue as planned. Our only vital thought is that Mars cannot be aloud to become independent and this is how we make sure of that.”
“Yes Mr. President.”
The clones would be underestimated and Mars would become an independent world and country and shortly would be more powerful and more influential than the United States in all political and economic aspects. Eventually clones would reengineer themselves to breed, become human all over again and forget their origin and move into the future without a second thought.
Two Philosophers talked all day... The next morning the mess was still there
A statement is made
The air fills with tension
An argument ensues
Two sides
Infinite views
The gift of life
For a politician
the gift of votes
For now
the argument continues
Forever
Nothing changes
All remains
And a statement is made.
The Operation
“The screaming, whining, absence of silence that is the child you tried so hard not to spawn and cradled so indifferently while contemplating the escape it would make from your womb. Your highness, it is imperative that you abort this child rather than giving birth to it.” These are the arguments of James Caliss to his royal majesty King George III during the presentation of a letter, foreshadowing the Boston Tea Party, written by a loyalist governor in Virginia. He continued ranting and raving; encouraging and threatening. “These colonies will not stay peaceful for long and soon they will be a child holding you back.” He exclaimed, as he furiously waved the paper in the air.
The love story is one of passion, mystery, and mistakes that led to what all passionate, incestuous, beauty driven love affairs lead to; a complicated and unwanted pregnancy. Love as is described is typical love; the kind that can be described as “at first sight” or “instant”. It is this love that is most common in the world where hormones rule and your brain is below your waist. This is the love that led to the conception of little baby United S. America.
Spain first saw the hints of the beauty to come when its first explorers ran the fingers of the old world over this untouched body of land. But the land was fragile and not willing to be stripped of its innocence. Such an affair was not to be, and the virgin land remained, but the Spanish hands had left it molested, it now had experience where previously it had known nothing. These events made it just vulnerable enough for a strong manly figure to step in and comfort it, caress it, and seduce it completely.
England arrived ready to fit the bill and horny as hell. It began a whirlwind affair confessing its love over and over by sending missionaries with promises of faith and everlasting love. As soon as this unsuspecting, and previously hurt, maiden-ground showed confidence and began to believe and love this new influence on its life England took advantage. The seduction was quick and complete. Foreplay was non-existent when the more experienced of the two realized that the other had no idea what the term meant and moved directly to intercourse. The land’s snow-white virginity was stained with the musky cream of colonizing seamen, never intended to remain long enough to complete fertilization. But, as happens with all deeds passionate and impulsive; things went wrong. When there is too much sex too often pregnancy occurs, it is a fact of life. This rule has no exceptions and is unforgiving even to such a tremendous power as England in its glory day. But the power of the human mind found a way to destroy the inevitable and create the relationship it desired. Somewhere in a small corner of the new world the colonization of a small town had begun. It was an inevitable end to such an affair when the sperm of explorers and missionaries were being constantly ejaculated into the guileless but willing land. It was only a matter of time before the love making would become careless. Of course the mistake happened and a very unwilling, soon to be parent, took measures to see that it would not happen.
To so many people the disappearance of this first colony was a mystery. Publicly in the United Kingdom, it was blamed on supernatural forces, indians, and the winter. Privately, the documentation was much different. James was one of the very few people to know what had actually happened. When the venture was first confirmed, agents of the British Intelligence community had been sent by James himself; presumably under imperial instruction. What the king knew, or thought he knew, was very little. James had been put in charge of the venture and had told King George III that the royal spies were necessary to report treason and any treasonous ideas brewing in the colony. In reality they had been told that at the first signs of success in the colony the soldiers were to slaughter the entire group in one night.
James remembered the account vividly; the details were gory and intense, and the end result was exactly what he had wanted. The soldiers returned to report to James in private. The voyage had been a quiet one with few hardships. They had arrived to the new land without a problem and began setting up camp. Through the months things went well for the new colonists. They were tough, hard-nosed men and women who were bound and determined to make it, no matter what it took. They survived the indians, the cold, and many agricultural pains that came with a new land with which they were unfamiliar.
Jonathan Smith, Albert Samuels, and William Raleigh were the three chosen men who were considered to be the best all around working men in England. James had chosen them to lead the expedition. They had in fact been chosen because they were the best and James steadfastly believed that no one, not even the most aptly qualified of men, could enter a brand new, never touched by civilized hands world, and turn it into anything profitable. He knew that the stories of vast gold veins was very overstated and nothing could convince him that this new land would be anything but trouble. And so he sent these three men to put an exclamation point on what he knew was a mistake.
Despite many hardships, the explorers thrived and soon the soldiers realized that the day had come when this settlement was obviously a community and that it needed to be demolished. The soldiers’ report told that they had waited for nightfall three days after they had decided uniformly that the time had come to carry out their mission. They arose from their slightly isolated cabin and began to silently make their way into what now looked too similar to a town.
They began at the Smith home. The hard work that had been put into this home was a tease to the success that was not allowed to grow here. The home was of a good size and was separated into three rooms, the master bedroom where Smith and his wife spent their nights, a living room where the family could eat and read infront of the fire and another bedroom for their two children. The children’s bedroom was the first visited in this night. Things had to be silent and children could be the loudest of alarms. Both the boys were asleep when death entered their room. The soldiers were silent and efficient. The two youths were killed in their beds: the sharp, heavy knives of the soldiers cut through the young, tender, throats with ease. The slits were swift and clean and James did not believe that they had even awakened before dying. The report that the soldiers had given made Jonathan and his wife’s death sound as though it too had been silent, but it bore two differences to the children’s deaths. The lethal blow had been a stab to the heart, and there was a certain contempt in the soldiers’ eyes when their report reached this point. James could imagine how that had really happened.
They had come into the master bedroom silently with hatred (that he had instilled) burning in their hearts. They had probably stabbed each one several times, savoring the blood as it flowed from their hearts and puddled to the floor. They may have lingered over the bodies watching the crimson flow from the multiple wounds they had inflicted. Or perhaps they had murdered Jonathan and gagged his wife, then taken her one by one in order of rank finally spilling her blood only when they were through with her. However it happened, the job got done, and to James nothing else mattered. The other murders of the three main families were very similar. The following morning the rest of the almost town awoke and were dragged from their houses. They were lined up and executed in military fashion. It was done this way so that it was quick and easy. After the massive execution the bodies were laid all around the town and the bullet wounds were hacked up with trophy tomahawks that individuals had kept after killing the natives. The soldiers then sailed home to give their report. They had been instructed to come back in secret and to dock at night if circumstances had happened this way. James met the soldiers the night of their arrival and instructed them to send the boat back off into the open sea so that no evidence would be left. After hearing the report James asked to see each soldier separately and quietly killed them himself. It amazed him how weak a strong man became when he put his trust into another’s hands.
Something caring, something so private and beautiful can be changed in moments to something frightening; something so pleasurable that passion replaces elegance and romance. It is a time when a beautiful love story can become a sickening pool of lust and sex. “Do you take this man?” “Do you take this woman?” “Do you take this life to care for as your own, to be careful and prideful, to encircle with love no matter where you go?” But all too often has the answer been one of despair, necessity, or convenience. “Sure, if she doesn’t gain weight.” “Yes, as long as a better looking guy doesn’t come along.” “I do, because if I don’t this baby won’t have a real family.” And sometimes it does not reach that far. No commitment need be made when lustful actions soon begin. A night of drunken passion may beget a decision regretted for as long as memory persists.
To James the biggest regret would be to allow this unborn child to escape the womb that had kept it safe. Such a mistake would bring a new being into the world that would be as powerful as its parent and as stubborn as the newborn baby that it would be. There were so many things that needed to be done so quickly. This baby had to be aborted immediately it didn’t matter whether it was quietly or not anymore, just that it had got to be done before the impending birth. Once again he plotted his arguments and persuasions. He had yet another appointment with the king in a very short time. And a very short time was all that was left.
James walked into a silent, desolate chamber. A lonely hall that was so often filled with so many tables and so many voices, all laughing and celebrating every small occasion no matter how insignificant to its fullest. Now the tables were put away and the people were not missed at all. One person stared at James from the end of the hall, adorned in flowing robes and a decorated crown. King George III of England looked just as prepared to argue this point as James was. But James knew better than this, he knew that the look of confidence on the king’s face came from years and years of training, from being shown what it was to look confident and being taught how to imitate such a look no matter what he was going to speak on. James knew it was a ploy and more importantly he knew his own look was not fake. He knew that his arguments were sound and reasonable. Yet, they had been every time before, and that had not stopped the king from rejecting them. He was so confident in his hold over the colonies that it seemed nothing could convince him otherwise. Yet here he was once again standing before the man with the look of practiced patients sewn across his face, (or was it?) to try one last time to convince him that the colonies were not worth risking a war for.
With a low bow he made his introduction: “Your highness; I have come one last time to plead with you for the destruction, swift and pure, of the colonies.”
The face regarded him semi-quizzically (another trained response) and, for a moment, silence ruled the echoing halls. “One last time? Perhaps I have underestimated your relentlessness in this matter.”
“Not at all my lord.” He knew something to this effect was coming and he was quite prepared. “It is only that I can fairly guarantee that if action is not taken soon then you will have a war on your hands that you cannot control. Your highness action must be taken. The abortion of the colonies is necessary for the proper growth of the British Empire. With a war abroad we would risk so much.”
Again the king stared objectively. “Are you suggesting that the British army would not be able to crush a simple rebellion? If a war, or rather the tensions of a war, should occur the regulars that we send in will scare whatever small band of rebels that there may be. They are and will always be scared that is what has and what will continue to keep them in line.”
“Your highness, I do not believe it to be so simple as that. I have received information that has lead me to the conclusion that even now there are rebels who prepare for battle. These things are happening now and if we move quickly we can still send several battalions in and stop this before it becomes something that cannot be handled.” James was determined that it would work this time. Everything pointed to the beginning of a rebellion, all his intelligence information verified it. The king had to listen this time, he had to understand the seriousness of the situation. This time he would see what had to be done and James would make sure of it. “My lord I hold in my hand a British Intelligence report that has informed me of a plot to somehow boycott all tea sales throughout the colonies by the colonies. This should warrant some investigation and as I told you before I do have evidence of some rebels banding together to run against your highness. Please send at least one battalion to make sure that this does not turn into something bigger and much more dangerous.
The face was not a trained one this time, it no longer held the cold sterility that James recognized so well. Real thought and real concern ran through his mind now, he was taking this issue seriously. “Just one battalion?” The words rang uncertainly.
James pushed his advantage quickly. “His highness would be wise to send two battalions so that even the gathering rebels would be scared. This way the regulars could put down any seemingly dangerous situations with ease.”
“Alright James, I place you in charge of this task and give you two battalions to quell this rebellion.” The kings eyes creased with warning. “But if our troops begin a war I will hold you responsible.”
“Yes sire.” It was over, he had won.
“The launch will leave in three months.”
No; this couldn’t happen it would be too late. “But your highness it is too long to wait.”
The king stared coldly and unfeelingly. “The decision is only nearly final I must discuss this with my advisors still. Three months, not a day earlier.”
James’ victory was weakened but it was still a victory and he would still relish it and use it.
As plots and battle plans were formed and reformed in the heart of England, the land of America had a fetus ready to burst with independent life. On July fourth young United S. America would be born. The newborn’s journey was a long one and it ended with its birth. Before it could be born one last effort to retain it inside the womb which had held it so long was to unfold.
James sent the two battalions as quickly as possible with orders to engage only after enemy fire. Secretly he sent a soldier among the ranks to pose as a farmer and fire “the shot heard round the world.” The orders were to observe everything that happened, and should army meet army he was to fire a secret shot that would begin a slaughter which would trounce the rebellion. When word arrived in England of the outbreak of the war James could not be blamed and he was certain that he had stopped the rebellion. Instead, he had induced the labor pains that would give birth to a nation.
James soon realized that the mistake was both his and the king’s. The war between the colonies and Great Britain is very well documented. The crucial battles which swung the tied of battle and the extraordinary leadership of George Washington. The birth of the child was at hand. In James’ office he stared at an original copy of the Declaration of Independence. He would keep the document as a testament of exactly what he had known all along. He agreed with assessments of the new country’s leaders. It was in fact the fault of the British Royalty. But James knew that it was not as they accused it of being. He had heard the reports of the battles, he knew about the gorilla warfare tactics employed by the American soldiers. He knew how affective it would be against British Regulars who believed in nothing but a straight forward battle. The might of the British Army was unable to bear down on the small rebel bands because they moved quickly, they did not fight in the open, they used tactical advantages to overcome the numbers and it was working.
After the war had begun James’ secret agent, who had in fact started the war, returned with his account of everything that happened. The day had been at a stand still. The British troops lined in formation, waiting for the first shot to be fired. The agent James had sent watched everything with little anticipation, he was a trained soldier, a man with no family and no heart. He knew his job well and he would carry it out meticulously and perfectly. He sat on the porch of his “home” as if casually watching the whole thing. A dangerous calm lay in the street; a tiger waiting to pounce. He was absolutely patient, he did not get anxious. Anxiety was a response that he had long forgotten. On the road both sides waited intently, each one refusing to make the first move. The secret agent watched the eyes of the rebels, he studied them intently, each one refusing to make first move. The secret agent watched the eyes of the rebels, he studied them intently, looking straight through them, analyzing each one of them. His decision was going to be based on their fears and how much fear lay in their heart. Their eyes revealed a brave fear, but it was still a fear. They were facing down the greatest army since Alexander the Great’s and each one knew it. He watched as the fear built in them he knew that if he was to start this was the timing would need to be perfect. He, like all other elites of England, believed that the rebels had bravery and that they were indeed prepared to fight to the last man, but he also saw a growing doubt and he believed that if the war was started at exactly the correct moment that it would be over in one battle and the colonies would beg to be forgiven and try to crawl back into the safety of their womb and pretend that nothing had happened. The tension on the road remained very thick, the rebels seemed scared but they also were very determined not to back down. With a subtlety born of a lifetime of training the British secret agent, dressed as one of the farmers, maneuvered the rifle below his chair. All eyes were on the impending battle and so his movements went unnoticed If he was going to start this was he war going to make sure that he started it with the death of a rebel. He waited a few moments more, and ever so casually, reached down to his gun with his bare feet, tensed his toes upon the trigger and watched the eyes of the rebel soldiers. They didn’t see him, they were not aware of his thoughts, they thought of nothing but the barrels that stared at them straight ahead. His toes yanked on the trigger as his upper body sat without a twinge. Before his victim fell, the firing had started and war began. Of course the war did not end that day but it was a bloody victory for the British and they were certain that the war would quickly end.
Now James knew that they had all been wrong and that birth was inevitable. Even of the British army could find a way to turn defeat into victory the power of another notion had been established and nothing could stop it. James had in no way intended to allow the colonies to crawl back into the womb of its mother country. He would have done anything necessary to make sure that the colonies died completely. He had wanted to restore the land to nothing once again. It did not mean that it could not be used again, it only meant that whatever went on in the American land none of it could be allowed to grow as long and as well as it had this time. But the dreams of perfect rule were merely that. The child had been born and James held the proof in his hand and now he must report it to his king.
This time when he entered the hall it was not nearly as empty. It was not only the blank confident stare of the king baring down at him, but a quarter of the royal court also awaited him.
“Your highness.” James said with a low bow.
“Save it James. After all of this begging you finally got your war. And you lost. Not only have you lost our colonies in the Americas but you have lost the lives of hundreds and thousands of brave British soldiers. This whole thing might have been avoided through negotiation, but you insisted on war. You questioned my judgment over and again. Because of all the losses you have caused, I find you guilty of the highest charge in the land: treason.”
It was unexpected, but upon hearing it the powerful arms that grabbed his own were completely expected. They led him directly in front of the king.
“Each time you spoke with me it was about violently aborting this baby. Well, I have decided that you are right. A baby must be aborted before it can become a threat and you are very close to becoming a threat.”
James heard the woosh of the axe as it headed for his throat. There was nothing that he could do about this, it was his own theories that brought about his death and it was perhaps the smartest thing his king had done in a very long time. He felt the blade begin the cut and in half a second it was over.
EPILOGUE
“No, that’s where you’re wrong Tony, I don’t care what your personal opinion on this whole thing is, the point is that the Constitution says that they are property and that is the end of it.” The president sighed, this conversation had gone round and round and he didn’t want to deal with it anymore, it was completely out of his hands.
“Mr. President, that my personal opinion has nothing to do with it is right. Human or not, these are sentient beings and they have all the characteristics of sentient beings. They rationalize situations, they communicate through speech, our own language I might add, and they seek freedom when they feel repressed. This has nothing to do with whether they are ours or not, they are being treated badly and at some point soon they are going to rebel against us because they have the ability to think and realize how wrongly they are being treated. That is what this is about Mr. President, nothing less.
“Tony, don’t worry so much, this project has been under construction since the Clinton administration.” It had truly been a stroke of genius for President Clinton to publicly denounce human cloning and secretly feed billions of dollars into a secret perfecting program in compliance with N.A.S.A. to begin the colonization of Mars with human clones. When the timing was right the “escaped” clones were let into the cities to see if they functioned properly and then quietly collected. Then another batch (incapable of reproducing) were “accidentally” released, specifically for the press and the public. The world had been forced to deal with the problem of cloning. There were of course incredible prejudices against the clones or “knotless niggers” as they had been deemed by many of the general public. Humanity and citizenship had been granted to these clones through a law stating that the creation of clones of a human likeness were created by the government, and were therefore the property of the government which had the right to grant them humanity and citizenship. From time to time the government would release some clones and grant them these privileges claiming that these were the ones that had turned out correctly. The trick worked and the public was forced into believing that clones not released had not turned out perfectly and were destroyed in very early stages of development. In reality, very few clones were faulty, most were used as experiments because they were property and it was absolutely legal. But that was only the short term usage, when Mars landings became frequent, successful clones were used to colonize the planet and explore the possibilities of its natural resources. Now, years later the clones had irresponsibly been allowed to grow as people. It was the fault of radio. By the time the message of what was happening was received there was little that could be done. Sending troops and psychologists that could quell the situation quickly could not be done, simply because the trip plus communication time was too lengthy. By the time help arrived it would have evolved beyond mere ideas and turned into philosophy and action and a simple clean up job would not be possible. The conclusion was simple, wipe out this batch and train and send another. The conditions on Mars had proven to be far less harsh than expected and soon all “non-human” clones would be wiped out (as far as the public would know) and Mars would be poplulated be people and overpopulation would be a forgotten problem. “The troops we are sending have orders to destroy all clones and damage as little other equipment as possible. New clones will be grown just as they always have been and the operation will continue as planned. Our only vital thought is that Mars cannot be aloud to become independent and this is how we make sure of that.”
“Yes Mr. President.”
The clones would be underestimated and Mars would become an independent world and country and shortly would be more powerful and more influential than the United States in all political and economic aspects. Eventually clones would reengineer themselves to breed, become human all over again and forget their origin and move into the future without a second thought.
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