Around Alexander there was complete silence, in the distance could be seen a giant trail of fire falling from the sky, the sun glinting off of a metallic surface in the heart of the fire. The object seemed to almost float above the waves until with an astonishing boom it crashed into the sea, causing great waves to rise and the city to shake.
Boats were quickly dispatched to retrieve it, while they did so Alexander held his breath. Several months ago he had watched this space craft as it had lifted off. Damion himself had discovered the resource for which made these attempts to reach the moon feasible, a moon rock containing the vital energy needed to power nuclear fission. The scientists at the time had postulated that the energy contained inside the moon rock might be enough to leave the planet and find more sources of the valuable energy, and had begun working on creating a device that would be capable of such an amazing feat. In Christopher’s time the imagined device had become a prototype, however it was not until Alexander’s time that such flight could be made into reality. The very first flights had either exploded before they could take off, or hadn't made it very far before they could go no further. Finally they had made it into space, only to discover the problem of returning to earth. Too many had been lost on those first trials, however the discoveries that had made were worth it. It had been discovered that the moon rock had not been a mistake, for the moon was full of this enormous energy source. However the energy from the first moon rock was nearly depleted. They could either use it to completely power the city for another few months, or risk it all in the hope that more energy could be obtained.
That was what had brought Alexander outside on this very important day. The space craft had landed successfully on the moon, and had obtained huge amounts of the vital energy. Now it was in the ocean. If the energy and the men that had obtained it in the first place could be successfully recovered, Alexander would go down in history as a hero. If it was lost, Alexander would be removed from office.
The boats soon arrived at the crashed space craft where they circled, busy at work. Alexander could hear the engines and voices of the men as they echoed across the ocean, the only thing breaking the silence. After some time they made their way back, the object in tow. A green flare was sent from the lead one, and as it appeared in the sky a roar of applause and cheer erupted all around Alexander.
Alexander sat down and released a breath that he hadn't realized he had held. His eyes were wide as he realized exactly what it was he had just done. One of the Council popped a bottle of champagne and offered some to him, instead Alexander grabbed the entire bottle and took a huge gulp to prepare himself for what was to come.
“Congratulations, Sir! Can I get a word for the paper?” said one of the many archivists covering the incident.
“Indeed you may.” said Alexander, now standing as he presented himself to his people. “This moment proves that my grandfather’s dream is possible. We now have power enough for generations, and soon we will have more. This is the dawn of a new age, one I hope to be soon without war and strife. However this does not mark the end of hardships, there is still much work to be done. For a time this work can wait, we have all done more than I would have ever imagined. As my thanks to you, I hereby declare a week of celebration!” Alexander said, the passion in his voice heard by all of those around him.
With that public display Alexander began his retreat into solitude. First he had to make his way through the crowd, saying things one would expect a leader to say, and congratulating those who had done the most to make this moment possible. It was several hours before he could close the door to his office and rest. He could not even remember making his way there.
This was the part of his position that he most regretted. He was forced to assume the mantle of office, and appear before the people. He had always been a loner, enjoying moments spent alone with his books. Sadly he was also a man of duty, and this was a duty that he was very good at, however draining it might be.
He had a few moments of peace before there was a knock at his door. Without waiting for a response as any normal man would, Alexander’s adviser pushed open the doors and entered. He was a tall and lanky man, looking foolish in the voluminous robes he always insisted he should wear. One might question Rudolf’s sanity, wearing such heavy material when it was so hot. Had he been any other man, people would have long ago laughed about his physical appearance. His face was covered by warts, his nose was hooked and crooked and he dressed in the most ridiculous fashion. However this was Rudolf, and by now all of New Beginning knew who he was. He was everything that could be needed for a President, spy master, war strategist, brilliant more so than any other in a nation full of genius’s. “Enough hiding away Alexander, you are not yet done for the day. Here are the letters for final approval, I have the men prepared and their transportation already loaded and fueled. There is a banquet at the end of the hour in your honor, your clothes are ready and the staff are waiting to bath and change you. Wipe that look off of your face at once, you are the President and had best remember it. Chop chop, there is a lot for you to do.”
Alexander groaned and glared at the man before him. This was the only man allowed to treat Alexander as such, and Rudolf knew it. However for all his many faults, Rudolf had his job and was very good at it. Alexander opened the bottom draw of his desk, poured a shot of whiskey, and downed it very quickly. With a deep breath he summoned once more (something he had gained a lot of practice doing) the official mannerisms those around him expected him to have. He looked upon his desk, reading once more the letters that by now he had memorized long ago. They were to be sent to the heads of state for each of the many nations doting the earth. Each reading nearly the same, except in the language of which they were wrote, and the person to whom should receive them.
“To ____________,
I am Alexander, President of The Independent Society for the New World Order, known to most as New Beginning.
Today I am offering to you a chance of a lifetime, and to make it so it shall only be offered once. I have sent a manned space craft to the moon, and retrieved it. Upon the moon I have discovered an energy source, so powerful that with the proper equipment, a rock of it the size of your fist can power an entire nation for a year. I am offering the technology to unlock this new energy source to you, however this will not be freely given.
If you chose to accept my offer, you will be required to put down all arms and come to New Beginning for one week. During this week you and your closest staff will sit down with everyone else who chooses to claim the opportunity thus presented and talk. The talk will be on the topic of the future of the world.
A duplicate of this letter shall be sent to all of our fellow heads of state, declining will be a grave error on your part. The future is coming, and only those who attend shall be a part of it.
The bearer of this letter has full authority to speak in my name. They have all of the information that you should require.
The meeting will be held in 3 months from the date of this letter.
Alexander DuMont Mantez - President of The Independent Society for the New World Order
Dated April 28, 2014”
Alexander nodded in approval and stamped each of them with his official insignia. “It is done. Now then Rudolf, you have done your duty and we all know that you enjoy it, tormenting the man who is more or less your figure head. Remind me once more why it is I and not you that is signing these letters.”
Rudolf laughed, a sound one wished to never hear again and said “It is as you know, a leader isn't always the one most suited for the role, but one who can be followed. You are one that can be followed, and were raised well enough to do the job, I use my talents in the way they are best suited, advising you while out of the public eye. After all, who would follow me?” and with that said he laughed once more.
Alexander cringed as he heard twice Rudolf’s laugh and sighed as the reality of the world fell, all the more heavy, upon his already tired shoulders. “If you won’t do it then stop pestering me and get out!” There were limits after all on his patience. The day had been long enough, and seemed to never end. With an effort he rose from his chair and followed Rudolf out, to where his duty called him.
Boats were quickly dispatched to retrieve it, while they did so Alexander held his breath. Several months ago he had watched this space craft as it had lifted off. Damion himself had discovered the resource for which made these attempts to reach the moon feasible, a moon rock containing the vital energy needed to power nuclear fission. The scientists at the time had postulated that the energy contained inside the moon rock might be enough to leave the planet and find more sources of the valuable energy, and had begun working on creating a device that would be capable of such an amazing feat. In Christopher’s time the imagined device had become a prototype, however it was not until Alexander’s time that such flight could be made into reality. The very first flights had either exploded before they could take off, or hadn't made it very far before they could go no further. Finally they had made it into space, only to discover the problem of returning to earth. Too many had been lost on those first trials, however the discoveries that had made were worth it. It had been discovered that the moon rock had not been a mistake, for the moon was full of this enormous energy source. However the energy from the first moon rock was nearly depleted. They could either use it to completely power the city for another few months, or risk it all in the hope that more energy could be obtained.
That was what had brought Alexander outside on this very important day. The space craft had landed successfully on the moon, and had obtained huge amounts of the vital energy. Now it was in the ocean. If the energy and the men that had obtained it in the first place could be successfully recovered, Alexander would go down in history as a hero. If it was lost, Alexander would be removed from office.
The boats soon arrived at the crashed space craft where they circled, busy at work. Alexander could hear the engines and voices of the men as they echoed across the ocean, the only thing breaking the silence. After some time they made their way back, the object in tow. A green flare was sent from the lead one, and as it appeared in the sky a roar of applause and cheer erupted all around Alexander.
Alexander sat down and released a breath that he hadn't realized he had held. His eyes were wide as he realized exactly what it was he had just done. One of the Council popped a bottle of champagne and offered some to him, instead Alexander grabbed the entire bottle and took a huge gulp to prepare himself for what was to come.
“Congratulations, Sir! Can I get a word for the paper?” said one of the many archivists covering the incident.
“Indeed you may.” said Alexander, now standing as he presented himself to his people. “This moment proves that my grandfather’s dream is possible. We now have power enough for generations, and soon we will have more. This is the dawn of a new age, one I hope to be soon without war and strife. However this does not mark the end of hardships, there is still much work to be done. For a time this work can wait, we have all done more than I would have ever imagined. As my thanks to you, I hereby declare a week of celebration!” Alexander said, the passion in his voice heard by all of those around him.
With that public display Alexander began his retreat into solitude. First he had to make his way through the crowd, saying things one would expect a leader to say, and congratulating those who had done the most to make this moment possible. It was several hours before he could close the door to his office and rest. He could not even remember making his way there.
This was the part of his position that he most regretted. He was forced to assume the mantle of office, and appear before the people. He had always been a loner, enjoying moments spent alone with his books. Sadly he was also a man of duty, and this was a duty that he was very good at, however draining it might be.
He had a few moments of peace before there was a knock at his door. Without waiting for a response as any normal man would, Alexander’s adviser pushed open the doors and entered. He was a tall and lanky man, looking foolish in the voluminous robes he always insisted he should wear. One might question Rudolf’s sanity, wearing such heavy material when it was so hot. Had he been any other man, people would have long ago laughed about his physical appearance. His face was covered by warts, his nose was hooked and crooked and he dressed in the most ridiculous fashion. However this was Rudolf, and by now all of New Beginning knew who he was. He was everything that could be needed for a President, spy master, war strategist, brilliant more so than any other in a nation full of genius’s. “Enough hiding away Alexander, you are not yet done for the day. Here are the letters for final approval, I have the men prepared and their transportation already loaded and fueled. There is a banquet at the end of the hour in your honor, your clothes are ready and the staff are waiting to bath and change you. Wipe that look off of your face at once, you are the President and had best remember it. Chop chop, there is a lot for you to do.”
Alexander groaned and glared at the man before him. This was the only man allowed to treat Alexander as such, and Rudolf knew it. However for all his many faults, Rudolf had his job and was very good at it. Alexander opened the bottom draw of his desk, poured a shot of whiskey, and downed it very quickly. With a deep breath he summoned once more (something he had gained a lot of practice doing) the official mannerisms those around him expected him to have. He looked upon his desk, reading once more the letters that by now he had memorized long ago. They were to be sent to the heads of state for each of the many nations doting the earth. Each reading nearly the same, except in the language of which they were wrote, and the person to whom should receive them.
“To ____________,
I am Alexander, President of The Independent Society for the New World Order, known to most as New Beginning.
Today I am offering to you a chance of a lifetime, and to make it so it shall only be offered once. I have sent a manned space craft to the moon, and retrieved it. Upon the moon I have discovered an energy source, so powerful that with the proper equipment, a rock of it the size of your fist can power an entire nation for a year. I am offering the technology to unlock this new energy source to you, however this will not be freely given.
If you chose to accept my offer, you will be required to put down all arms and come to New Beginning for one week. During this week you and your closest staff will sit down with everyone else who chooses to claim the opportunity thus presented and talk. The talk will be on the topic of the future of the world.
A duplicate of this letter shall be sent to all of our fellow heads of state, declining will be a grave error on your part. The future is coming, and only those who attend shall be a part of it.
The bearer of this letter has full authority to speak in my name. They have all of the information that you should require.
The meeting will be held in 3 months from the date of this letter.
Alexander DuMont Mantez - President of The Independent Society for the New World Order
Dated April 28, 2014”
Alexander nodded in approval and stamped each of them with his official insignia. “It is done. Now then Rudolf, you have done your duty and we all know that you enjoy it, tormenting the man who is more or less your figure head. Remind me once more why it is I and not you that is signing these letters.”
Rudolf laughed, a sound one wished to never hear again and said “It is as you know, a leader isn't always the one most suited for the role, but one who can be followed. You are one that can be followed, and were raised well enough to do the job, I use my talents in the way they are best suited, advising you while out of the public eye. After all, who would follow me?” and with that said he laughed once more.
Alexander cringed as he heard twice Rudolf’s laugh and sighed as the reality of the world fell, all the more heavy, upon his already tired shoulders. “If you won’t do it then stop pestering me and get out!” There were limits after all on his patience. The day had been long enough, and seemed to never end. With an effort he rose from his chair and followed Rudolf out, to where his duty called him.
