A White House Researcher for a non-existent department that oversees a demented robotic President, finds herself in the middle of string of murders, fires, earthquakes, embassy bombings, assassination attempts, bribes, wars and an Administration that can best be described as a kakistocracy.
Kakistocracy of the Technocrats
by Natalie Triumphs
Genre: SciFi, Suspense
As White House Researcher for a non-existent department that oversees a demented robotic President, Karissa James finds herself in the middle of string of murders, fires, earthquakes, embassy bombings, assassination attempts, bribes, wars and an Administration that can best be described as a kakistocracy.
Will she survive to find out the truth about her father and those responsible for the killings?
Will she be able to protect her family and new-found friends?
Or will she meet the fate of those who are dropping dead all around her?
Chapter 1
“Is the President ready?” Lee asked as the President entered
the press room, accompanied by Jerry, the Press Secretary, for the press
conference.
“Yes, complete with the explanation of the attack. Will he be
defending another attack he doesn’t know about tomorrow?”
“This one was top secret. Only the President and his trusted
advisors knew,” Lee said coldly, as if I should know that.
You mean only his
trusted advisors minus the President knew, I thought.
“His tie is wrong,” Lee said.
“Can he even tie a tie?” I responded.
Lee glared at me. I needed to watch my mouth or I’d get fired
before I finished my job.
“Sorry,” I said. “The press has picked up on it three times.
They are being told he is setting a new trend.”
The President moved to the podium, tripping over a---well
there was nothing to trip over. He just tripped.
“As you now know, we have bombed Sri Lanka. The native people
there posed a national threat to our culture and heritage.”
“Totally in character,” I told Lee. For a President who had a
history of pushing racist legislation and making racist comments while
pretending to support minorities, he always got a pass on the subject from the
press.
“Um, um. Sri Lanka is the most biggest threat in the
Mediterranean Sea.”
“You mean the Indian Ocean,” a voice came from the room of
reporters.
“Yes. The Indian Sea,” the President continued. “That’s what
I said.”
Another glare from Lee.
I shrugged. “You want to explain a sudden increase in his IQ?
Without the gaffs, it wouldn’t be him.”
“Now, I’m taking a question from Albert,” the President said,
looking at a card.
Two reporters stood up. One spoke, quickly. “Is the report
true that you are mandating glyphosate be put into all the children’s
lunches?”
“Shit,” Lee said. “Wrong Albert.”
"Thank you for that question Albert. Yes,” the President
said, looking down at a card. “The threat posed by Sri Lanka has damaged the
psyche of the American public.”
“That wasn’t my question,” Albert corrected.
“Bret, I believe you have the next question.”
“You do believe that we will be successful in Sri
Lanka?”
“There are no guarantees. Swift action to correct the
problem, the issue, you know, was taken care of with the dropping of the thing
that has now saved the country.”
Saved the country by
exterminating those objecting to the theft of its resources.
“Back on track,” Lee said, breathing a sigh of relief.
“Karissa, after the press conference I need to have a word with you. In the new
music room.”
“Yes, sir.” This couldn’t be good. I thought over what he
might take issue with. The invited press would all cover for any gaffs. They
always did. I looked at Albert. He had been here before and his news service,
CBA, had always portrayed the President in the best light.
The President’s final question was about his relationship with
the First Lady.
“My sister, I meant my wife, is the love of my life.”
“I think the President was very much himself,” I told
Lee.
“It’s not for you to think, just do as I say.”
“Sorry. I’ll make sure there are no more goof-ups in the
future,” I said, with my fingers crossed, hoping to find a way to stop the
President’s next attack plans that he probably didn’t know about.
From Chapter 21
“This is supposed to be built to withstand an earthquake,”
Jerry said.
“Since when do we have earthquakes in D.C.? An earthquake is
an act of God. So, maybe this is God’s defense of Kiribati.”
As the invited guests pushed, I heard screams as windows
cracked and heavy items fell on the crowd. There was no moving in the direction
of any screams as the wall-to-wall mob pushed and shoved to get out of the
place. I kept wishing I could help those in danger.
“Now we see how brave, nice and orderly our leaders are
during an emergency. We are surrounded by lobbyists and Congressional staffers
who are killing each other.”
“We should send them off to the next war,” Jerry said,
gripping me tightly so we didn’t get separated.
Chapter 35
“Was this your plan? Did Jerry know you were going to get a
gang of criminals to throw us into a locked room?” Ben asked.
“It’s not just a locked room,” Valiant said, looking around
the place. “It’s much more than that.”
As if on cue, the walls started coming together.
“’Crushed,’” I said.
Chapter 44
Valiant took several turns. I noticed we were on Wisconsin
Avenue heading towards Observatory Circle and Embassy Row. A tank pulled in
behind us. “Now, we’ve got two vehicles tailing us?” I asked,
rhetorically.
“At least, nobody’s shooting, yet,” Valiant said, echoing my
earlier optimism. “Scratch that.”
Fire bombs were launched out of the tank and we were the
targets.
“We’re going to die,” Jerry said, matter-of-factly.
Chapter 45
“Jackpot. We’ve got both Deep State and the South
Koreans after us," I said
Valiant turned our vehicle around and fled as an even
larger bomb exploded, behind us, hitting the Embassy.
“So much for public relations,” Valiant noted.
“We need to get out of here before World war III starts,” I
remarked.
“New Zealand’s okay,” Valiant assured us. “He missed
the building.”
“Our government never was good at aiming bombs. Ninety
percent of those taken out by drone bombs are civilians,” I commented.
“At least, there’s only one guy behind us at this point,”
Valiant said.
“Who somehow has the ability to tell the Army and the Air
Force to stand down,” Jerry noted.
“Maybe it isn’t us. Maybe it’s a D.C. renovation project,” I
said.
“Firebombing?” Jerry asked.
“Burning down the old to make way for the new.”
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