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"We stand here today to show those commie bastards that they won't take our liberty, our freedom, even if it means destroying ourselves in the process."

"Bullshit!" Garth stands up, "The first person to launch the nuke loses. Why in hell's name would we want to end the world? I say we deal with cocksuckers when they touch our soil. Until then, let's just leave it be," he sits back down.

Commander Zepplin clears his throat, then retorts, "We don't, I don't, stand up here today, and out there on the field to make peace. Peace is a completely contradictory state of life for our species. Who am I to fuck with nature? Who are we to think we can do God's job, and re-write the rules of the trade. All we can do is stop others from trying..."

The outside was a haven of Americans spending borrowed time with their loved ones, preparing for the end of the world. The ground in particular was especially thorny, making the barefoot state of the citizens crude, but sadly, the only option. Shoes abolished from the ability of normal civilans a year back, as they have a penchant for hiding secret weapons/spy-gathered contradictions to the American way. Clothes were forbidden for the same reason.

Garth and his friend Benjamin were taking a stroll through the military base's aquarium. Of course, there's no real glass... or fish, or water, as it has been henceforth branded: 'Contradictory to the safety of American government-born patriots'.

Bejamin remarks about Garth's earlier outburst during the daily patriotic 'spiritual awakening', "You've got to stop trying to change the system, man. Shit ain't gonna change while we're alive, so don't go trying to change it."

Garth gives him a glare, and responds, "You want me to not even try and keep these fuckers from destroying the world-" "Shh, don't be so dang loud."
"No, FUCK that!" The local scientists start to stare, "I will not lie down and die for idiots. I'm here to protect my country, and by God I won't lie down and die!"

Suddenly, from every corner of the room comes advanced 'laser-eyed' military security, 'protecting' the rights of American rights since 2037. They channeled a beam of knock-out energy, straight into Garth's gullet.

He rustled his eyes awake, to the sight of a blank white room, with some perculiar technology, and splots of blood sprinkled about. Looked to his right, and noticed a few body parts; a leg and two arms, one with a familiar tattoo.

Oh shit. It was his wookie tattoo that he had gotten back when The Phantom Menace released. He knew he felt a bit heavier. Damn near ever limb of his had body been replaced with carbon robotic tech.
"Shit, he's awake!"
Suddenly, the room was overtaken by an invisible yet potent gas. Garth was out.

When he woke, his humanity was all but gone. His thoughts were now filtered by a system, killing the most frivoulous of ideas, and capable of sending out a 'correction dialysis', purpose of which was to correct 'non-patriotic hearsay'. His emotions were subdued to a point where a frown was impossible, and a smile even more so. He was living dead.

"How are you feeling, Garth?" Garth didn't respond.
"Who's the most important person in the world?"
Garth bends his own neck, "Commander-in-Chief President Hunt."
The scientist leans in forward to the com, divided from the room by a one-way bullet-proof window, and asks a follow-up question, "Who's your God now?"
Garth replies, "The same."
"Perfect."

3 days pass, and international relations have hit rock-bottom. The U.S. preps Garth and the many other 'zombies' for the aftermath of the nuke launch in T-minus 2 minutes. The world's final war begins soon.
"How are you feeling Garth?" asks Zepplin. Garth moves his metallic neck, "Patriotic."

Just then, near a hundred jetpack-wielding Russians bum-rush the playing field. The end's begun, the nuke launches, and strikes the heart of Mother Russia. The many soldiers and mechanical naturistic sins storm the field, and bludgeon and die to Russians all the same.

Garth bashes many of the Russians, and then throws their bodies with fierce tenacity, impaling many other Russians. Garth hastily running toward a group of ruskies, happens to notice his friend Benjamin in the corner of his eye. Lying there with both of his legs missing, and about 10 bullets in the stomach, Benjamin slowly drifts from the concious truth of the current state of the world. Garth slows, and is then bombarded by suicide bombers. He flies near 12 feet back, and hits a white brick wall, reducing it to rubble.

As he lie there, with his sensory system damaged from the impact, and front torso blown off, he notices the presence of arteries flowing from the crater. His arteries, in all their pink glory (as well as the main filtering systems shutting down), were enough to bring his humanity back from its void of ignorance and intolerance amongst the many heavy-hitters of the doomed world, united nations no more. As he lie there with his humanity, spilling guts and all, he can rest easily knowing one thing that may or may not have erupted from his subconcious; that, in all the darkness and ignorance; the intolerance and things left unspoken by would-be friends of this climaxing Earth, he won.