“A date which will live in infamy.” – Franklin D. Roosevelt, 32nd President of the United States of America
America would have three dates of infamy. One of which was December 7, 1941, when the Imperial Navy of the Empire of Japan attacked the United States Naval Base at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. Four US Navy battleships were sunk, four others damaged; eight other sea-craft were sunk or destroyed; 188 aircraft were destroyed; and 2,402 Americans were killed, with another 1,282 wounded.
Another had been 127 years earlier, in the War of 1812 against the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland. On August 24, 1814, British forces invaded and occupied Washington DC, burning public buildings including the White House and the US Capitol, which were both mostly destroyed. It was the only time a foreign nation captured and occupied the nation’s capital.
The third was September 11, 2001, known universally as “9/11,” when nineteen Muslim terrorists hijacked four commercial airliners and crashed two into the World Trade Center’s Twin Towers and one into the Pentagon. The other was headed for the White House or the US Capitol building before brave passengers seized the plane and it crashed in the fields of Pennsylvania. Over three thousand people were killed that day, and the 110-story Twin Towers collapsed and were destroyed.
Top of the World Restaurant, The Three Towers, New York City
8:02 a.m., 11 September, 2125
The New York City police commissioner gazes out the massive, slightly blue-tinted bow windows. He stands in the same spot as he always does at this time and day of the year. The Three Towers that Kanien built.
The breakfast meeting of senior New York brass, male and female, some in office-suits, others in dress blues, has ended. They mill around talking to one another, drinking their beverages, eating more food, and checking their mobile devices for messages.
President Cree Kanien had all the right credentials: long-time party activist and loyalist; the right “religion”: Pagan, with the requisite number of public anti-religious comments over his career; the right universities: Harvard and Yale; the right family: partner (hetero), two sons (unverified), two dogs and a cat; mayor of Buffalo; governor of New York; vice president and then president. There was nothing in his background that suggested he would go Jew-Christian crazy one day while in office, but it was a unique craziness. He said he awoke one day and heard a voice which told him that he had to build it “so they will come and your army can destroy them.” Days later, he directed federal troops to seize the site of the One World Trade Center and its surrounding areas and by executive order commissioned its total demolishment and the subsequent construction of the new Three Towers.
He would be only the third American president impeached by the US House of Representatives in America’s 349-year history. But unlike Andrew Johnson in 1868 and William Clinton in 1999, who were acquitted by the US Senate, he was convicted. Everyone still wrongly says Richard Nixon was impeached over Watergate (most people have no clue as to what Watergate was). Nixon was the only other president who would have been impeached and convicted, but he resigned the office in 1974—the only American president ever to do so.
President Kanien had the sole distinction of being the only American president to be impeached, convicted, and removed from office by the legislative branch, for gross abuse of power over the Three Towers. But the ex-president was a marketing genius. The nation’s power elite hated the buildings, but Kanien made the people of New York love them. And when New Yorkers call something theirs, whether a person, place or thing, heaven help the person who messes with it. No one, not even another president, would be removing the Three Towers to rebuild the Old World Trade Center—One World Trade Center? What’s that?
At the opening ceremony for the building, Kanien stood shoulder-to-shoulder with his invited attendees as he gave his remarks. These special guests were descendants of the victims of the original 9/11 event. Kanien had some thirty-thousand present. He revealed in his speech that he too was a descendant of a victim—though Homeland Security personal background files still refute his claim to this day. It was reported that Kanien’s list of the “Children of the Three Towers,” as he had named his special guests, had over a million names; after all, nearly sixty countries aside from America lost people in the attack, Old Britain, the Dominican Republic, and Japan being the countries with the next-highest losses in human lives. No one would touch these buildings; they were the new international symbol of 22nd-century New York.
All a moot point now; the Three Towers have been standing for fifty-three years.
“Maybe Kanien wasn’t so crazy after all,” he whispers to himself as he stares off into the sky. From his vantage point inside the restaurant, 170 stories up, he can see almost eye-level into the clouds, the very curvature of the planet, and at night it seems to him as if one could literally step out into space itself. The view of the Atlantic Ocean is breathtaking; seeming so close that he could stretch out his arm and touch its blue surface.
He smiles. To think that the man-made-global-warming “Flat-Earthers” over a century ago said that massive flood barriers would need to be built all along the East Coast, including New York, because of flooding from melting polar ice caps and rising global sea levels. Now the experts are back to “we’re heading for the next Ice Age” again.
As far as New Yorkers and most Americans are concerned, the Three Towers are the tallest buildings in the world. The actual distinction goes to towers within Caliphate and CHIN countries, but they only built taller buildings to spite America.
The opinion of the American security and intelligence community, however, is that the buildings are a security nightmare. More money is expended to protect these three buildings than even the White House, and every year on this date, New York Homeland personnel wake up in a cold sweat wondering if this is the year the Muslims will “try for it”—some attack reminiscent of 9/11. Or maybe even the CHINs.
The police commissioner’s predecessor had actually resigned his post because he couldn’t handle the stress anymore. The commissioner has already had one stomach transplant, from one of the best body farms, because he developed chronic ulcers. He pops a pill in his mouth—his daily medicine for life to ensure he doesn’t develop any problems with his new stomach.
Nine-Eleven Holiday ceremonies will take up most of his day, and despite the elevated threat level, everyone will pretend to have a good time.
“Commissioner, Kanien’s limo caravan is here. Fifth Avenue.” The voice of his chief of staff sounds in both his ears through his flesh-colored ear-set device.
He touches the reply button on his wrist-band. “Keep him back until I get there.”
“Yes, Commissioner.” The line disconnects.
This is truly intolerable. Kanien is an ex-president of the United States of America who still draws a federal retirement stipend and has a Secret Service detail, but has been designated as a potential terrorist by the current president. Technically, Kanien should not even be allowed to enter New York City Metro, but everyone from the local beat cop to the New York Homeland Defense and Intelligence Agency regional director ignores the terrorist threat directive on him. Kanien is an insane old man, not a terrorist, and, more significantly, he’s one of the biggest private donors to the New York sports culture community—the Yankees, the Giants, the Nicks. What one sports writer called the “real three towers” in New York. It’s the kind of charity that buys a lot of good will, loyalty, and friends in this town.
The commissioner shakes his head. Most likely he’ll have to fly to the Capitol again to talk about it. But then, the president is an old man too. If this were even twenty years ago, no one, himself included, would ever have ignored a presidential directive. However, the president strangely isn’t pushing the issue at all. It’s as if he is allowing Kanien to be protected for some reason. Everyone expects the president to be gone after the next election; his life-long reason for political existence and the focus of political hatred—the Jew-Christians—are gone. Nothing in the world has been the same.
“Commissioner! The east side!” The voice yells so loud in his ears that the commissioner leaps straight up in the air. He bolts from his spot and runs to the east-side observation-window-wall of the restaurant, pushing tables, chairs, and people out of his way. The room is in a panic as police officers follow him.
For an American elite society that so hates religion, it is curious how many of the words and phrases are just that—religious. He is at the east side: “My God!”
This is not possible! Nothing can breach our Atlantic Seaboard Defense!
Over the Atlantic Ocean, they can see them in the distance. The sky is filled with approaching sky-ships, an air armada of what seem to be ancient 767s.
People yell out in shock, run for the elevators, or faint and fall to the floor. The commissioner grabs his chest at his heart as his face contorts from a sharp pain.
Thirty-seven years earlier…
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