Today was the end of the world, but no one

Today was the end of the world, but no one seemed to care. That is until

Veronica realized that life on "Planet Earth" had always been an illusion created by a computer program. She started searching for a way of getting out of that simulated reality.

After watching The Matrix, she finally had it. "I'm just a part of someone's dream! I only need to wake them up!" So she tried setting her house on fire, bombing the Pentagon,

Only to be arrested.

They clipped off the cable ties and pulled the canvas bag from my head. I tried to see my captors in the harsh lights. I smelled espresso. I was at a Starbucks black site.

I was the only white in a cafe bustling with African Americans. I had always wanted to do the blues thing, and now was my chance. I borrowed a trumpet from Wynton Marsalis, strode

and I blew it. All the public went mad. African americans didn't like me at all. They started to scream while I kept trying my best at the trumpet

like the son of a son of a bunch of traitors who didn't get the deaths they so richly deserved because their Big Father in Washington still loved his children, even when they misbe

-got all those little bastards. But there was no use crying over spilled Kool-Aid. The Big Father in Washington was going to have his way all the way up until they threw him out.

A moment that sadly for all his detractors never came. The Big Father remained in power in Washington for many centuries leaving a path of poverty and destruction in his wake.