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MCBRENON LIVES AGAIN

....midway through chapter

Suddenly a loud booming voice echoed off the walls making Adam jump, “Sir, were you talking to me? I have found more data on the era of time you requested earlier. Do you wish to view it? In light of the cylinder being found at the dig this morning, I felt it might give you insight to the person that might be inside.”

“Oliver, next time you do that I will disconnect you. Turn down your vocals please. And just for the record, we don't know even if the cylinder is authentic yet. It might be a hoax or a trap. Even if it is real what makes you believe it is from the early Twenty-First Century.”

There was a pause and then Oliver spoke again in a quieter voice, “Let us just say I have a hunch, sir. The material in the metal was used extensively during the early 21st Century ....”

“A hunch, since when have you used a hunch over imperial data before. Maybe you need an overhaul done on your logic center.”

Oliver responded, “I do not recall anywhere in those orders about bombs and laser gunfire, having anything to do with relaxation. I could call the President's personal computer to replay the message if you wish sir.”

“All right you old computerized man servant, play the new data. But just for the record I didn't plan on the bombs, maybe the laser fire but never bombs, they are way too noisy.”

“As you like sir, this data is archive laser film footage of a rally of some sort dealing with the Little Wars and cross-references the great sleep; it is dated July 2038 and the place is Washington D.C. capital of the Confederation of Americas. A side note sir, the Confederation of Americas consisted of the following geographical areas: North, South and Central American Continent. It was a central form of government that ruled this region from 1700's to the Great War. End of side note. Do you wish to see the laser film footage?

“Yes, please run the footage.” Adam relaxed slightly.

“Starting footage in five, four, three, two, one.”

The room darkened and the muffled sound of voices filled the air. A three dimensional image of a crowd surrounded Adam. Children sang an old gospel hymn as in the background as the speaker began to materialize. He was a tall distinguished looking man in his early forties with meticulously styled golden hair. His steel blue eyes stared out at the crowd. He smiled and gave a patronizing nod, "I understand your mistrust in the government, and there have been too many secrets in the past.”

He paused for the crowd, voices responded on cue, “Yes, too many secrets and lies.”

He again spoke raising his fist to the sky, “Yes, my people that is why I stand before you with my fist clenched in rage. We shall not stand idly by while congress dictates what our generation must do to preserve this nation’s status quo in the world.” He pounded his fist in rage for the dramatic effect. “We shall not go to a small Arabic country and do battle while our congressmen sit in their ivory towers and proclaim that these little wars will end only if we take the initiative and end them."

The crowd chanted again on cue, “No, we won’t go.”

He spoke more aggressively "Why should we police the world? They have governments. They have their own military. We all know they have abundant resources. Let them police themselves. We have families out on the streets because we have no money to support any social programs for our own citizens. We have the hungry, poor, and the homeless right here among us. Yet our congressmen do nothing to deter the violence in our streets. I say to you good people the time is now, the place is here, to take a stand.”

He again paused and then gestured behind him at the Lincoln Memorial, “Where better than our nation’s capital?"

The crowd began to cheer, while the background voices well orchestrated and perfectly timed sang, "Mine eyes have seen the glory...."

The speaker nodded and raised his hands in victory, then lowered them and the singers once again returned to the soft humming. He resumed, "Yes, our eyes have seen the glory, but will our hearts? Will we as a people have the resolve to follow in this great crusade? Are you willing to follow me to the Big Sleep and protest our government’s involvement in these little wars? The Big Sleep is our way of saying to them, fight the war without us. We will not go. If you have the resolve and the commitment to the cause, then see one of the committee members to set up your appointment. This is the strongest statement of non-compliance we can make. Join me and together we will sleep through this era and enter a new and better world."

A generic female voice said, “This advertisement has been paid for by the Citizens for Non-Compliance. Join us by calling 1-89Big Sleep, each call will cost $3.50 per minute.”

The scene faded around Adam and the lighting returned to normal. Adam stood silently for a few moments, then went back to his chair and turned it around until he was facing where a group of people were standing. His eyes began to narrow slightly, "Oliver can you do a search on the crowd in that laser footage."

“I think we can sir, is there anything or anyone in particular you wish me to search for.”

“I need a more focused image of the crowd to the left of the speaker that was facing me.”

Adam leaned forward and stared at the image for a few seconds. "Now focus more on the girl in the middle of the crowd, the one with red hair wearing the blue jacket.”

A clinical voice announced, “Processing...now refocusing.”

The next frame showed the girl in a close-up but fuzzy image. He leaned forward on his chair and continued to stare at the girl, “Can you refine the shot anymore? I need a clearer picture, Oliver.”

“Processing...now refocusing is that better, sir?”

The girl was the only figure standing before Adam. Her red hair was pulled back and braided, falling down her back and her eyes were a brilliant green. Adam stared at her and he began to get a chill down his spine and he sat back not taking his eyes off the figure.

“Start the film footage again...please, but don't zoom out, keep it on her.” The room dimmed and she stood in front of Adam. She began to speak but no words came over the audio, only the speaker's. Adam frowned, “Freeze frame, Oliver”

“Freezing frame now, sir.”

“Can you decipher her dialog?” Adam again looked at the woman.

“I do believe I can.”

“Give me an overlay voiceprint with visual then and rerun the sequence.” The room dimmed again and the girl stood in front of Adam.

She turned her head slightly to the side, “Can you believe that arrogant son of a bitch. These saps are falling for it hook, line and sinker. Lincoln are you getting an audio voice print on this jerk?”

She paused, and suddenly there was a light red aura around her. She stared back at Adam. Her eyes began to change color from green to fiery red. She walked closer to Adam studying him. “Are we watching old movies now, Commander? What’s wrong wasn’t this morning lively enough for you?”

Adam looked at her with a puzzled look on his face. She arrogantly smiled, “Confused?” She came closer and leaned on his desk crawling closer to him and then she touched his face and held his chin before giving him a kiss then licking her lips, “Just listen closely, Adam. You will not stop us.”

She sat facing him on his desk while she played with his hair, “Ms. Blake and you will not succeed.”
She hopped off his desk and stood facing him, her voice took a more serious tone, “Accept your fate. My liege will control Ms. Blake and you.”

She then turned his chair so it did a three hundred and sixty degree turn and it was facing her again while she straddled it and him. Her slim manicured fingernails traced his chest while she kissed his neck. She felt his body relax and she continued to kiss him while unbuttoning his shirt. Her hand slipped to his thigh as she pressed against him.

She then looked into his deep blue eyes and whispered in his ear, “You really only have two choices, either be a slave, or die and be used for your most valuable asset, to make our elixir."

She nibbled on his ear and ran her fingers through his sandy brown hair; “You taste and feel so good, Commander.”

Adam stared into her eyes and he placed his laser gun on her stomach, “Who are you and what are the Purists plans for New Vegas?”

A sinister smirk came to her face, “Adam this is only the beginning of a very long relationship, enjoy the old movies.”

Adam sat frozen in disbelief when a red mist engulfed her. He slowly turned his chair around to face his desk again, “Oliver, are you still online?”

“Yes sir, I am here.”

“Were you online during the last sequence of film?” He stared at the girl in the center of the room again. “Was that exactly what you deciphered?”

“I was online but, actually, no sir it was not. The deciphered message only lasted two and half seconds then there was a disruption in the audio.”

“Oliver what was the message.”

“Processing…playing”

The same young women appeared in front of Adam and began to talk again, “Can you believe that arrogant son of a bitch. These saps are falling for it hook, line and sinker. Lincoln are you getting an audio voice print on this jerk.”

“Freezing frame…Sir then the disturbance occurred. I have no recording of the audio only that an anomaly had occurred.”

“Thank God, thought I was really losing it there for a second. Oliver try to go through the sensor logs and see if they picked up on the anomaly in more detail. I would love to get an audio recording of it if possible.”