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Wake Up From This Life Of Fantasy
6 months ago
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Texas.
A blue-suited lawyer marches out in between the lines of soldiers. Briefcase in hand, papers in the other. He turns his back to Elon's compound, where the man is surrounded by his children and bribewives. His final defense against the end of his billions.
The lawyer? Elon's final attack. Lorum Ipsum text visible on every camera pointed towards him, capturing the moment he stares down the barrel of an ICE-issued rifle carved with the symbol of the Punisher, dripping fresh with red, white, and a single line of blue. Shaking the papers and opening his mouth as he looks into the reflective sunglasses on the soldier's face.
"This is unprecedented!" shouts the lawyer, trying to be heard. Both Elon and King Trump are watching; one through CCTV and the other through Fox News showing live. He needs to make it a good show. Elon has promised him a darling media career if he can appear to be the Lawyer Who Stood For Their Client. His words didn't matter as long as they sounded potent. Legalese. No sane lawyer had been willing to represent Elon in months.
As legalese spills from his unnaturally long-jawed mouth, his eyes briefly flicker to the tank behind the soldier. He's not looking at the rifle anymore; and he can't hear himself shouting over the tank's hungry growling. The pavement of the road beneath it's tracks are being smushed to either side of it like old, black ketchup. He drops his briefcase and dives out of the way.
The cameras roll as the tank makes a show of smashing over Elon's gilded gate. The painted symbol of the Punisher visible to the cameras on the side of the tank, dripping fresh with red, white, and a single line of blue.
A blue-suited lawyer marches out in between the lines of soldiers. Briefcase in hand, papers in the other. He turns his back to Elon's compound, where the man is surrounded by his children and bribewives. His final defense against the end of his billions.
The lawyer? Elon's final attack. Lorum Ipsum text visible on every camera pointed towards him, capturing the moment he stares down the barrel of an ICE-issued rifle carved with the symbol of the Punisher, dripping fresh with red, white, and a single line of blue. Shaking the papers and opening his mouth as he looks into the reflective sunglasses on the soldier's face.
"This is unprecedented!" shouts the lawyer, trying to be heard. Both Elon and King Trump are watching; one through CCTV and the other through Fox News showing live. He needs to make it a good show. Elon has promised him a darling media career if he can appear to be the Lawyer Who Stood For Their Client. His words didn't matter as long as they sounded potent. Legalese. No sane lawyer had been willing to represent Elon in months.
As legalese spills from his unnaturally long-jawed mouth, his eyes briefly flicker to the tank behind the soldier. He's not looking at the rifle anymore; and he can't hear himself shouting over the tank's hungry growling. The pavement of the road beneath it's tracks are being smushed to either side of it like old, black ketchup. He drops his briefcase and dives out of the way.
The cameras roll as the tank makes a show of smashing over Elon's gilded gate. The painted symbol of the Punisher visible to the cameras on the side of the tank, dripping fresh with red, white, and a single line of blue.
Human society cannot learn. The fact history is repeating itself is proof.