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Assistant executioner
As I started cutting my pancakes with my fork, and shoveling them unto my mouth. My thoughts began to drift back in time ... How did this all start? How did it come to this .. that I would try to make a living, by becoming 'an executioner?"
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It was 2030 ... How could I be so stupid, When the EMP went off over the West coast, then the nuke attack in the LA basin, I was turned instantly into a refugee. My wife was in Norwalk (in the LA basin) visiting her sister. My grown children were also down there .. and when the power went out, all cell phones went dead.
I knew the hordes of LA people would try to evacuate to the East mountains where we were living. Cut off from the outside world, with roomers of troops invading the West coast, I loaded up everything I had of value, and made a 'run for it.' (I figured my family would catch up with me later) I needed to get as far away from here as possible ASAP, to northern Utah, or Idaho, or even Montana was my destination. But to get there, I needed to drive down the North side of the East mountains on the two lane road, into Barstow. There onto Interstate 15, it's a straight shot towards Utah. But.... I needed to pass through Las Vegas. And that's where the UN troops had blocked the road going north bound. I passed the Flying J restaurant I'd stopped at many times in my driving career, just to ran into tanks, helicopters, drones, and UN troops, mostly Chinese. The bastards forced all traffic off the Interstate and into the parking lot of the Las Vegas speedway. Anyone with a fire arm was shot on sight. luckily, I didn't have time to pack mine.
And then the hell began. Packing all our vehicles in the parking lot like sardines. They made us register for a bio chip that was shot unto our left hand under the skin. These chips were programmable, but only by their scanning computers. I was forced to live in my truck for three months. I finally got a living space, and bungalow trailer on the East side of the Las Vegas speedway, provided by none other than the assholes of FEMA themselves. They provided all the food and water to the "refugees." But our chips were marked 'useless eaters' unless we could make ourselves useful, find some kind of work. As useless eaters, we were given a very small allowance to purchase things.
I was a truck driver by trade, so I tried to find work as a driver. At least I could buy my own food and stop eating the GMO crap the UN troops were feeding the 'useless eaters.' That worked for four years till my back went out. Then I was reclassified a useless eater again. Only local drivers were needed. (heavy lifting & loading and unloading of freight) all interstate hauling was done by AI driving computers..
With no cell phone coverage to the West coast, there was no way of finding out if my family survived the attack. They are MIA to this day. For all I know, I might be a widower. I was alone .. except for Steve whom I've known since my sleeper team driving days. We drove locally together,(with "worker" on our bio chips) until his back went out.
UN agenda 2030 was now in effect. Population reduction was mandatory. People needed to die to meet the quota. All sports were banned, e.g., football, baseball, basketball, golf, motor sports, auto racing, motocross, and with no TV coverage outside of Vegas ... No ISLE of MAN TT. Students could attend "free college," if the chips were marked "student." But under Governor Tarketen, new rules were put in place to help "motivate academic excellence." Whoever scored the lowest on test scores at the end of the academic year .. the lowest scoring man and woman .. Were crucified together on seperate stipes (crosses) located between the lunch areas and the gym on the local college campus. This was done on the last day of the school year, before the summer break. After just two years of this new policy, the end of the year became a very exciting times for the students (especially the ones who knew they were smart enough to not come in last on the test scores) As they looked forward to beholding the spectacle of seeing two of their classmates put to death by crucifixion. For some reason, the crucifixion of the girl brought a "party atmosphere' over the whole campus, and they all looked forward to this 'sacrifice' every year.
I remembered delivering food service to the college campus two days before the end of the school year. The building I was making the delivery too, was the holding area for the lowest scoring students. I was delivering on the female side. The receiving clerk who was signing off the bill of lading & manifest said to me: "Come, check this out." She quickly told me the story of how this freshman girl, on a "free college" bio chip pass .. got the poorest score of all her peers, and it was announced this day while she stood in the auditorium with all the other students. POOREST SCORE .. her name was Amanda .. "Amanda," said the student body president. "you are now 'campus dunce" of the school year... and tomorrow, you will be crucified!! The excited student body quickly surrounded her and started pulling on her clothes till she was stripped down and completely naked. They then tied her hands and ankles in bondage strips as they prepared her for her crucifixion which would take place the following day. "If you want to see her, just look in there" I looked through the receiving door and saw a young & scared college girl, tied up in bondage gear siting in the window sill in her containment room awaiting her death on the cross. I'll never forget the look on her face.. She was trying her best to cope with her situation the best she could.
I understood from that day forward that if death by crucifixion was that exciting for collage students .. It was just a matter of time for this "excitement," to spread to the rest of the city, for there was no other sporting entertainment being offered by "The State."......................
..................................................................................................................
It was 2030 ... How could I be so stupid, When the EMP went off over the West coast, then the nuke attack in the LA basin, I was turned instantly into a refugee. My wife was in Norwalk (in the LA basin) visiting her sister. My grown children were also down there .. and when the power went out, all cell phones went dead.
I knew the hordes of LA people would try to evacuate to the East mountains where we were living. Cut off from the outside world, with roomers of troops invading the West coast, I loaded up everything I had of value, and made a 'run for it.' (I figured my family would catch up with me later) I needed to get as far away from here as possible ASAP, to northern Utah, or Idaho, or even Montana was my destination. But to get there, I needed to drive down the North side of the East mountains on the two lane road, into Barstow. There onto Interstate 15, it's a straight shot towards Utah. But.... I needed to pass through Las Vegas. And that's where the UN troops had blocked the road going north bound. I passed the Flying J restaurant I'd stopped at many times in my driving career, just to ran into tanks, helicopters, drones, and UN troops, mostly Chinese. The bastards forced all traffic off the Interstate and into the parking lot of the Las Vegas speedway. Anyone with a fire arm was shot on sight. luckily, I didn't have time to pack mine.
And then the hell began. Packing all our vehicles in the parking lot like sardines. They made us register for a bio chip that was shot unto our left hand under the skin. These chips were programmable, but only by their scanning computers. I was forced to live in my truck for three months. I finally got a living space, and bungalow trailer on the East side of the Las Vegas speedway, provided by none other than the assholes of FEMA themselves. They provided all the food and water to the "refugees." But our chips were marked 'useless eaters' unless we could make ourselves useful, find some kind of work. As useless eaters, we were given a very small allowance to purchase things.
I was a truck driver by trade, so I tried to find work as a driver. At least I could buy my own food and stop eating the GMO crap the UN troops were feeding the 'useless eaters.' That worked for four years till my back went out. Then I was reclassified a useless eater again. Only local drivers were needed. (heavy lifting & loading and unloading of freight) all interstate hauling was done by AI driving computers..
With no cell phone coverage to the West coast, there was no way of finding out if my family survived the attack. They are MIA to this day. For all I know, I might be a widower. I was alone .. except for Steve whom I've known since my sleeper team driving days. We drove locally together,(with "worker" on our bio chips) until his back went out.
UN agenda 2030 was now in effect. Population reduction was mandatory. People needed to die to meet the quota. All sports were banned, e.g., football, baseball, basketball, golf, motor sports, auto racing, motocross, and with no TV coverage outside of Vegas ... No ISLE of MAN TT. Students could attend "free college," if the chips were marked "student." But under Governor Tarketen, new rules were put in place to help "motivate academic excellence." Whoever scored the lowest on test scores at the end of the academic year .. the lowest scoring man and woman .. Were crucified together on seperate stipes (crosses) located between the lunch areas and the gym on the local college campus. This was done on the last day of the school year, before the summer break. After just two years of this new policy, the end of the year became a very exciting times for the students (especially the ones who knew they were smart enough to not come in last on the test scores) As they looked forward to beholding the spectacle of seeing two of their classmates put to death by crucifixion. For some reason, the crucifixion of the girl brought a "party atmosphere' over the whole campus, and they all looked forward to this 'sacrifice' every year.
I remembered delivering food service to the college campus two days before the end of the school year. The building I was making the delivery too, was the holding area for the lowest scoring students. I was delivering on the female side. The receiving clerk who was signing off the bill of lading & manifest said to me: "Come, check this out." She quickly told me the story of how this freshman girl, on a "free college" bio chip pass .. got the poorest score of all her peers, and it was announced this day while she stood in the auditorium with all the other students. POOREST SCORE .. her name was Amanda .. "Amanda," said the student body president. "you are now 'campus dunce" of the school year... and tomorrow, you will be crucified!! The excited student body quickly surrounded her and started pulling on her clothes till she was stripped down and completely naked. They then tied her hands and ankles in bondage strips as they prepared her for her crucifixion which would take place the following day. "If you want to see her, just look in there" I looked through the receiving door and saw a young & scared college girl, tied up in bondage gear siting in the window sill in her containment room awaiting her death on the cross. I'll never forget the look on her face.. She was trying her best to cope with her situation the best she could.
I understood from that day forward that if death by crucifixion was that exciting for collage students .. It was just a matter of time for this "excitement," to spread to the rest of the city, for there was no other sporting entertainment being offered by "The State."......................
