|In Power (standard:science fiction, 743 words)
|Added: Oct 04 2000
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|A short little tale about a guy with more problems than Idaho has potatoes, apologies to all Idahoians reading this, who becomes president of the United States.
I don’t suppose it really matters. I grew up like any other kid, struggling, learning, trying to be popular. Avoiding insults. It was normal. I was normal. And I was fine, and stable, and everybody thought I was average. The only difference was that I didn’t have a goal. Oh, sure, a lot of kids don’t know what they want to be when “they grow up.” But they all have a clear picture of what they’re good at, and what they are going to try and do with their lives. I didn’t. I lived with the impression that someone else would decide for me. Of course, it never happened. I went to some college. I don’t remember the name, it wasn’t famous. It was a local college. I picked average courses, and never got a Ph.D. I don’t think I really cared. I passed, though. I didn’t really know what to do with my life. You know those aptitude tests they give you, the ones that determine what job you’ll be when you grow up? I filled those outs. I never got my results back, except for once. The one said, “follow your dreams, you can do anything!” Total BS. Translated, it means: “We have no idea what you’re suited to be,” or it could even be thought of as: “You can’t do anything.” For some reason, I was a kid who always saw behind the lines. I didn’t make too many friends, because I kept getting frustrated. Why couldn’t they see? That so-called “Learning Center” was for retards that can’t be taught in a regular classroom? That some teachers know less than the students on what they teach? That your dreams WON’T come true? When I was in college, I read the headlines, and saw that the government suppressed the public. They killed people, experimented, did whatever they want. They kept everything secret. They lied, cheated, and most conspiracy theories had a basis in reality. One day, I said something out loud. My friends backed me. It grew. The result? One day, while holding a massive rally, yelling about the lies, they came. It was quick and smooth. Two black Mustangs pulled up and grabbed me. Everyone screamed in protest, attacked the people who pulled me away, but they got away with me. They told me in the car. They couldn’t allow people to know. They suppressed and dominated the people, but they explained some things I didn’t know. How one of the biggest lies (the Roswell incident) was actually not a lie, it was a large unstable meteor. When the attention about Roswell died down, surprise surprise, the entire meteor exploded and killed the few enthusiasts left. When we came out of the car, I understood. The government’s lies was the lesser of two evils. Then they told me I could never be allowed to spread the secret. The masses would panic. So I was hired on as “Assistant Undersecretary Temp of the Janitorial Department.” I was the absolute bottom of the barrel. The only thing I was able to do was carry things for the janitors. Rookie janitors. Subordinates to the rookie janitors, for God’s sake. But one day, somebody noticed when I talked the other janitors out of leaving me to do all the work. So I got boosted...to president. I was as surprised as anyone was. The job was explained to me. There was a mock election, and I won, of course. It was really weird, but I did it. I was GOOD. There was more to being president than sitting in a chair. I learned all sorts of complex math, physics, and botany, chemistry, and biology. There was a purpose for all this, of course. I needed to talk with the aliens, and they only understood math. The aliens, referred to as the Dragonflies, were very similar to their namesake. The major change lay in size, as they were about 50 times larger and walked on ridiculously lanky legs. They didn’t fly, but they still had wings. I made a couple breakthroughs. I began to understand their body structure, and was able to determine where they came from. It was, interestingly enough, deep space. We never questioned this, and they didn’t tell us. Besides more knowledge and learning the truths, it really wasn’t much of a change from being an Assistant Undersecretary Temp of the Janitorial Department. I guess that’s strange. But does it even matter? Nope. Tweet
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