Julian- United Human Faction- Night 70
Julian
logged on to the Faction Command Network for the first time in a week. The red
“spheres of influence” as Paul’s late wife spread across the map like wildfire,
combining satellite maps and online resources into a comprehensive record of
Faction and “Allied” actions. Karen had never seen the Faction as a force for
good. In her mind, Napoleon was a greater destroyer than those who had defeated
him. Julian’s mind had begun to change lately.
Red
spots, a mile in diameter each, marked Faction control zones. Across the
entirety of the United States, and now small pockets of Eastern Europe and the
Middle East, where prior revolutions had already destabilized the classical
power structure, were blanketed with the spots. Even Colorado was now
represented by the clear revolutionary paint. Julian couldn’t help but smile.
His college friends’ pet project had finally become a defining force in the
world. He finally stood at the crest of the wave.
The
Faction border was met with a thick blanket of blue. US troops, each assigned
numbers and GPS signatures, rushed to the front every day, awaiting their
chance to defend the antiquated America of their forefathers. Paul’s doubts had
always been justified. It was not entirely Thomas’ fault the East had not
followed the lead of the war-torn West. Julian’s thoughts wandered for over an
hour. He wondered where Sharon was, who Richard was, how he would be remembered
should his face become known post-mortem, and how he would choose to die.
His
thoughts were interrupted by a sudden explosion of color above the northern
border. A blip of blue flickered and died in Canada, a nation suddenly engulfed
in red. Jeremy Glass was dead. That was the only explanation. And now he would
have to reprogram the entire recognition system, if he could figure out how.
He
thought of telling Sharon to make more masks.
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