"I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take it anymore!"
That one sentence reverberated throughout the country. Throughout the world. In a matter hours it was on Youtube, gaining hits in the millions. A
revolution had started and nothing could stop it. The slow creep of a one-world government was stopped in it's tracks. Marches were planned.
Occupy and Tea Party alike came together as one.
In 12 hours, politicians started talking about it. Growing backbones, the parties came together and stood with the people. In China, Tiananmen
Square was once again filled. This time, the military and the people came together. In Europe, extremes on both sides met in the middle and real
change, real hope was in the air.
In 24 hours laws were being discussed. Manipulators of the one-world government were in hiding. The people had won!
36 hours later, the headaches started.
In a bunker beneath the Denver International Airport one man was watching the news.
Since the 1980's, a binary compound had been introduced to the public. One element was in the MMR (Measles, Mumps, Rubella) Vaccine. The other, in
the yearly flu shots. Harmless by itself, either compound was just seen as background chemicals and not seen as a threat.
But once put together, and introduced to the specialised fluid of the brain, the compound (which settled in the frontal lobes) became a potential
bomb, though microscopic, that was triggered by a certain phrase and endocrine levels.
Once this bomb was triggered, blood would start seeping into the brain. Causing headaches after 36 hours and by 48 hours death in 80% of the test
The other 20%? They became zombies. Mindless sheep that would perform basic chores and the drudgework required by the elite.
The man watching the news was Beezzer Freemly (of the New Jersey Freemly's). Entering the 45th hour of the trigger phrase, he imagined the new world
he was soon to inherit.
A loud clatter and a dull thud sounded from behind his office door. Slowly, Beezzer came to his feet and walked out. Stepping over his drooling
secretary, who had blood and snot running from her nose and down her chin, he looked at the shattered tea set she had been bringing.
"Bitch, that was my mother's", he sneered.
Beezzer strolled away, hands in pockets, looking forward to his brave new world.
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