The revolution was in full swing. Israel was the last to join the Congo Line. All of the Arab countries around it fell like dominos, each dropping onto the next. Turkey was the domino that fell into the cheese in the mouse trap. It sprang shut trapping Iran. It was when those Iranian youth marched out into the streets that the world shuttered to a momentary stop. Obama dropped the cigarette and picked up the ringing Red phone. Of course it wasn't Medvedev, Putin was on the line.
"Barrack vut ve do?"
Obama stuttered.
"Well, well we call the landlord."
Ring ring, ring ring. It was a three way line to China.
It all began so simply. It was late in 2010. A college student in Saudi Arabia put up a website called Worldbook. People from every major city in the world began logging in. It built up slowly taking months and months, but it built into a juggernaut. Facebook or Tweets, yodeling Yahoo, or just plain cell calls. HOL (Huffington On Line) and the G-Mail hit the G-Spot. It all ended up as traffic at Worldbook. Coordinated emissaries made sure I-Phones drew crowds in the most primitive of town squares. The Taliban twisted radio dials in caves to be a part of the action. Billions with a B danced in the streets. Video screens on their phones clicked from city to city to city. On December 21st 2012 the whole world came together. Even the meek watched on CNN, or Fox, or nah, not really on MSNBC. Paris, London, New York, Moscow. In Tianamen square the landlord looked over the masses of people and said.
"Oh oh, dis won don't look wight."
George Noory announced on Coast to Coast.
"In a wonderful twist the 2012 end of the world prophesy is wrong! Today all of humanity has come together! The people have joined together to make the world one!"
The music blared John Lennon.
"Come together right now, over me."
It was the planet's happy ending. Some still looked around knowing the Messiah would have to arrive now. Others just knew the people had finally done it. We had made it. The world had been saved. George Noory said to no one in particular.
"What do you think of us now aliens?"
Somewhere very secret in Nevada four darkly clad Ninja figures rappeled down smooth dark walls. Hundreds of feet beneath the surface they landed like cat Ninjas onto concrete. The four sprinted down a long corridor. In military unison they stopped on a dime. In front of them was a city of computer servers. The one in charge ripped off his mask and directed the other three.
"Agent N, station one. Agent W, station two. Agent O, station three."
He evilly chuckled and wrung his hands as he gave the order.
Dick Chaney said.
"Gentlemen, shut it all down!"
