New World Order: Prologue, Part Six

Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.


He walked through the detonations unscathed and unfazed. Soot and dirt splashed against his uniform but didn't stick, sliding back to the ground.

A ray of the new day's sun bridged heaven and earth and he stepped into its light to pose majestically. Spreading his arms out to encompass the whole horizon, he projected his voice.

“My name is Savior and I come to bring you Salvation. I find your morals and technology pathetic. Submit to me and my great power will be used for you. I will be your servant. I come from a dead place that was once superior to yours in every way. Let my knowledge be the cornerstone of a new age—the age of Salvation." He spread his cape to include the destruction behind him, "You cannot hurt me. You cannot stop me. Don't make me clear the land to nurture a new garden. Join me and let out greatness grow together.”

Those in power fought to keep it using the blood of the young and patriotic. The ensuing war went on for less than a year and when the resistance was broken, Savior was king.


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