Anonymous ID: e44880 Feb. 12, 2019, 6:14 a.m. No.5139246   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>9267

CHAPTER 1

 

Year: 2112

 

"Dad?"

 

"Yes, son? What's up?

 

"Well, " he toed the study's organic grass carpet, "I have to write a report on what happened at the turn of the 21st century with all that illegal immigration stuff. Problem is, parts of it are truly confusing to me."

 

"I see. Well, when is it due?"

 

"Yeah, see… that's the thing…"

 

"When."

 

"…tomorrow–but I have a really good outline! I just need a little…"

 

"TOMORROW!? Jupiter's jumpsuit, boy. We'll discuss your procrastination later. For now, take this tablet and do NOT stop taking notes if I'm still talking. Got that?"

 

"Yes, sir."

 

Dad paced around the office, palms on his temples, mumbling, "Where to start…" He stopped and glanced out the window, chuckling at the George-Jestonesque aircars with their AMC-Pacer-look as they floated by in the "No Air Wake" zone.

 

"It's a good thing I'm a historian," he thought–just as an aircar went by with a Dominos Pizzabot vectoring toward it.

 

"Surely delivering their on-the-fly dinner ordered 1500 kilometers away from town," came the next thought.

 

"Dad?"

 

"Oh. Yes. Immigration."

 

"No. ILLEGAL immigration."

 

"Quite right. Illegal Immigration," Dad said. "You know, son, back in those days there were these imaginary lines called borders between different parts of the land masses on Earth. For some odd reason, we human beings thought it important to protect imaginary lines with real laws."

 

"I know all about the border stuff–we use it in that hologame. You know… Quake 2112?"

 

"Indeed you do," said Dad. "Well, I'm going to be telling you many things you already know–just pretend you're learning it for the first time, alright?"

 

"Deal."

 

"It all started here. Right here in this area which, as you know, was once called The United States of America."

Anonymous ID: e44880 Feb. 12, 2019, 6:17 a.m. No.5139267   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>9273

>>5139246

 

CHAPTER 2 of 3

 

"If you recall, one of the most, um, 'unique' leaders in our past was a man named Donald J. Trump. In order to get elected to the highest office in America, which the U.S. was often called, he made a series of promises to the voters."

 

"One of those promises was that he was going to build a wall along the border between America and Mexico, the country bordering to the south, to keep Mexicans in Mexico. You see, America was the jewel of the world to many Mexicans. It represented liberty, justice and nearly everything they felt they needed to survive the dying of their own country. Poverty, rampant lawlessness and Drug Cartels were sapping Mexico dry."

 

"When it came time to deliver on the promise, and to his great fortune, President Trump heard about a group of 50 people who had isolated themselves in an electronically-connected text chatting forum called FaceTablet… no… FaceScroll… too far back… yes! I have it: FaceBook. It was not like the mind-to-mind links we have today. They actually used their FINGERS to tap out messages to one another–Ha!"

 

"Sorry, son. My digression disorder again. Thank Jupiter we have free health care–"

 

"Dad!"

 

"Right. Well, President Trump made a speech to the world–not just his country. He wanted every human being to know that out-of-the-toroid-thinking could produce wondrous results. His wall? He first shocked the world with this statement: 'I shall build more than one wall'. Then he elaborated. Allow me to play his speech for you."

 

With that, Dad waved his hand across a floating matrix of colors and audio began to play.

Anonymous ID: e44880 Feb. 12, 2019, 6:18 a.m. No.5139273   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>5139267

 

CHAPTER 3 of 3

 

"My fellow Americans, noble people of Mexico and people of the world: I come before you to make good on my promise to you all that I would build The Wall. In fact, nothing worth doing is worth doing… unwell–or something like that. To you all, I say I shall build more than one wall."

 

The crowds assembled before him let out a deafening wail, causing the audio system to tamp-back the volume a bit.

 

"Hear me out–hear me out," President Trump insisted as he used his small hands to push back against the cries of "Impeach! Impeach!" and "Hil-la-ry! Hil-la-ry!"

 

The video that appeared in the center of the matrix sported a scrolling line of text at the bottom that said, "Celebrities are afraid they'll be trapped in Canada–never to see their families again."

 

When the time was right, President Trump continued, "That's right. I shall build four walls–times a hundred–times a thousand! And each wall will be enclosed yet disconnected from the others."

 

The crowd was clearly confused, mouths hanging open.

 

"And each single group of four walls will have a roof–a good roof because I know how to build 'em. I'm tellin' ya, it's gonna be tremendous!"

 

The crowd went silent as he continued.

 

"This is where we start. Our nation is built upon its Constitution. Its Constitution is built upon the Rule of Law. Our government has performed a great disservice to its citizens, the noble people of Mexico and to the World at large. We failed to follow the Rule of Law. Our law. We allowed people who arrived here illegally to stay here in our nation hoping they would vote for the people guilty of complicity. We made great efforts to create so-called 'Sanctuary Cities' and, perhaps worst of all, we ignored the Rule of Law.

 

"That cannot stand. Without the Rule of Law and complete dedication to upholding it, we are nothing."

 

"I am proposing to Congress and the Supreme Court that our nation's breaking of the Rule of Law, that is, ensuring those here illegally are deported and must enter legally through the Immigration and Naturalization Service–which, by the way, was abolished back in 2003 and replaced with Homeland Security–UGE mistake–that our complacency in not performing every one of these deportations has the consequence of sending the wrong message to illegal immigrants–again–our fault. And that it comes at a cost. Therefore, I propose to the other two august branches of our government that we implore every illegal immigrant to help us load the trains once thought of as 'Dachau Trains' with themselves–carrying lumber, tile, nails and any other building materials that will be used to create communities on the Mexican side of the border to house them all. They will build these communities and earn a stipend in doing so. We'll be building libraries, schools, restaurants–everything a thriving community needs. And we'll do it with their help. "

 

"This is our penance. This is our gift to those we have failed."

 

"When–and IF–they want to return to America, it will be via the newly reformed Immigration and Naturalization Service–which, as I said, suffered a UGE mistake. There will be those who don't want to go. We know this. However it turns out, we will try our level best to make the transition from our soil to your Mexican soil as painless as possible within our means–that's a promise. Those that help build these communities will earn credit–time off the length of time it takes to legally emigrate into our country. They will also be allowed to cross the border and work in America until they can emigrate legally or find a job in their own land."

 

After the entire speech was played, Dad killed the video and sat down next to his son.

 

"Does that explain all you need to write the report?" he asked his son.

 

"I think so. I'm excited! I'm telling you, dad, it's gonna be a UGE report–tremendous, just tremendous!"