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Friedrick von Hayek had predicted the fall of socialism. A centralized government could not possibly manage the needs of a global community. It was the end of nationhood. The right of the individual to exploit and prosper was all that matter. The danger arose in weapons of mass destruction. Dictatorships fought for what they needed. Is this not natural selection? In a few decades great deserts spanned continents. Food and fuel became precious commodities. Friedrick von Hayek's deregulated capitalism had won out. Only the strongest tribes survived, fighting with sword and arrow and courage. "I really enjoyed our swim." Sylvia said. Her two other sisters agreed and commented on their figures. "I know it's silly, but I hate to think about a man drooling on me. It's so disgusting." Sylvia toweled off her breasts. Rebbecca agreed, "It just isn't fair. We don't have a say in who we want." Sadly, slavery was practiced amongst the bold free men. "Be quite! I think I hear someone." Sarah hushed. A man stumbled into their pond. Sylvia grabbed her spear and threw it into the waters. The sisters could not see the man or the spear. Rebbecca braced herself with her iron shield and sword. Sarah drew her bow. "I don't see anything." Sylvia whispered holding her knife. "It is impossible to know your enemy, without becoming them." Sylvia was caught by the neck with her own spear. The man held the rod with both hands under her jaw. "Drop your weapons." he commanded. Rebbecca and Sarah held possition. No warrior would ever surrender their weapons even if it meant the death of all their people. "Kill me! They will kill you!" she grunted, her knuckles white on her spear as she struggled to free herself. "Savages." the man sighed and kicked Sylvia to the grown. "Do you want to die?" he asked and spun the spear about. The three sisters began to advance to surround their enemy. "I can not die." he said and lighting came out of the spear and struck the three sisters down. Rebbecca rolled under her shield, "Are you a God?" "My spear is made of wood. I cut it myself from black wood." Sylvia said. "Here me O children of the black wood. I am the wood and the iron and the fire that burns thee." the man's eyes glowed like ingots. The sisters cast their weapons down. No tribe would challenge a God. They had had no time to put on their skins and lay naked and prostrate before the man God. |
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