Staying Strong
The Chancellery, Berlin - December 10, 2020, 1:00 AM
Heinrich and the other generals saluted to Merkel as she entered the room. Then they quietly took their seats.
“What happened at one in the morning?” Merkel groggily said.
“Well, the Yavdian situation is deteriorating,” Heinrich said, “Also the Nepal one. You are aware of the coup by the Paulluist Rastriya Prajantantra Party four months ago, right?”
“Yes,” Merkel said, “The king and his family are now staying at the hotel down the street, paid for with taxpayer marks I’d rather spend elsewhere.”
“Well, it gets worse,” Heinrich said.
“Please get to the point,” Merkel said, “I have a Reichsrat examination to worry about, and I’d hate to lose sleep.”
“Please, Chancellor, this is important,” Heinrich said, “The success of the Paulluists in Nepal have emboldened Paulluists across Eurasia. Just half an hour ago, a referendum in Yavdi against the monarchy passed. We believe it was rigged by the Paulluists, who have already announced a new Uralic Republic, also known as Greater Perm, and the exile of the Tsar-Khagan. They believe the medieval Kingdom of Perm, a predecessor to Saray and Yavdi, was the most powerful empire of its time, even defeating Friedrich the Glorious at one point and thus proving it is superior to the Reich. Crazy, but enough people believed it to pull off the coup.”
“Great, so do I have to spend more taxpayers’ marks on him and his family too?” Merkel said.
“You may need to set aside a third room,” Heinrich said, “We are monitoring a similar situation in South Japan where a Paulluist government is consolidating power, like in Penglai.”
“Oh for crying out loud,” Merkel said, “The Shiba family just loves to get itself overthrown, doesn’t it? If anything happens, they’ll be paying for a room on their own. I’m only going to provide security. And please tell me they don't have their own 'invincible predecessor who effortlessly defeated the two Friedrichs and two Saints so they are the true masters of the universe' conspiracy theories.”
“We are concerned Zhao may use these incidents to increase his global clout,” Heinrich said, “Build up an international alliance of nationalists to spread illiberalism and authoritarianism against the Schengen and Tianxia blocs.”
“How ironic,” Merkel said, “Why aren’t we worried about Penglai then? Surely if all roads lead back to Zhao, we should focus on him. Cut off the head and all that.”
“We really can’t do anything against Zhao,” Heinrich said, “He’s technically done nothing wrong or illegal to warrant sanctions. We’re keeping a close eye on him just in case.”
“What are our options?” Merkel said.
“I strongly advise against military intervention in the affected regions,” Heinrich said, “Yavdi and Nepal are not the same as North Eimerica, especially with the sweeping changes in the last two months. We risk destabilizing the regions further if we send in troops. The Paulluists can play the victim card and rally the people against us, and we’d only strengthen them and weaken our global reputation. In the case of Yavdi, we'd only make the Perm propaganda a reality.”
“So then what?” Merkel said.
“I recommend sanctions,” Heinrich said, “The Paulluists are unrecognized and rogue regimes with a disregard for the rule of law, unlike Zhao who can hide his disregard behind recognition. They must be put in place once we get UN authorization.”
“So be it,” Merkel said, “Contact Vienna and get the authorization. If that’s it, I’m going to go back to sleep. I’m goddamn tired.”
The other generals got up to leave.
“Chancellor, with all due respect, what’s gotten into you?” Heinrich said.
“I’m goddamn tired,” Merkel said, “Forgive me if I’m a little harsh or dismissive, but I’ve been overwhelmed with everything lately. Things everywhere are so crazy I don’t know what I should address first. The world’s going mad, I feel.”
“I understand that feeling,” Heinrich said, “I’m doing everything I can to save it.”
Merkel dragged him out of the room and shut the door.
“By throwing me under the bus, Megas Domestikos,” she said, “I know what you and the Kaiser and Elias Anhorn are plotting.”
“I’m not plotting anything with the Kaiser!” Heinrich protested. “All I do is brief him as I am required to do by law. And I barely know Anhorn! He’s not even a politician. What would we even plot?”
“And yet every course of action you take seems to be against me,” Merkel said.
“Chancellor, with all due respect, my loyalty and duty as Megas Domestikos is to the country, not to any individual,” Heinrich said, “Even above the Kaiser if need be. You really don’t understand what I’m trying to do. I’m just trying to keep them in line. That’s what the late Kaiser Otto told me before he died.”
“You talked with him about this?” Merkel said.
“Promise me this doesn’t leave the room?” Heinrich said.
“Of course,” Merkel said.
“Look, Wilhelm Karl has dangerous tendencies,” Heinrich said, “I already have my suspicions about his possible involvement in certain past…incidents.”
“You don’t mean…” Merkel said.
“I do, and I hate that I do,” Heinrich said, “You have any idea the chaos that would ensue if those rumors even spread, let alone are confirmed? I'm trying my best to keep things under control, but I'm just Megas Domestikos, okay? There's only so much I can do. All I want is to fulfill Otto's last wishes and keep this country together. So forgive me if I’m being dismissive now, Chancellor, but I’m not your enemy here. In fact, I’m trying to save your career. You’re not helping out.”
Merkel sighed.
“Alright, I apologize,” she said, “All I want is to sleep.”
“Well, I think the briefing’s over then,” Heinrich said, “Go get some sleep. We can go over details in the morning.”
“Alright,” Merkel said, walking away.
Diana’s office, Karl Adalbert Schulz Athanatoi Headquarters (former Bureau of Security and Intelligence headquarters), Berlin - 9:00 AM
“According to an unnamed source in the chancellery, the chancellor was reported to have said ‘I’m goddamn tired’ at a past-midnight briefing late last night,” the reporter said, “This has set off all sorts of speculation that she may not seek another term in 2025, along with calls from opposition leaders to resign, some even going as far as to call her medically unfit for office. This comes on the heels of the disbanding of the Athanatoi’s war crimes unit, which was spearheaded by the Merkel administration. The unit, which has its roots in Director Anne Frank’s efforts to hunt Angeloi hiding in Neurhomania after World War II, has had a hand in many high-profile prosecutions, including the trials of Valentin Varennikov, Dmitry Yazov, and Ocuil Zolin.”
Theresa patiently sat in front of Diana’s desk as she typed on her computer. A picture of herself with Anders and Alex sat next to it. A bookshelf holding biographies of 20th century politicians sat behind her, under a portrait of her mother.
“So you heard the news,” Diana said, not looking at Theresa, “Shame, isn’t it?”
“First time I heard,” Theresa said, “Everyone’s talking about the troops finally coming home after the Treaty of Unity. Also, something about Mayapan possibly postponing its accession talks to the Eimerican Federation in light of potential bankruptcy.”
“Yeah, creating a new trans-continental federation tends to do that,” Diana said, “So, you just here for a chat?”
“Yeah,” Theresa said, “I wanted to check up on my old friend. Off the record, obviously.”
“Thanks for catching me this Thursday,” Diana said, “This week’s been really busy. We’ve been working hard the last two months updating our intelligence to accommodate the huge changes sweeping the continent, and then the CMU out of nowhere disbands the war crimes unit without consulting me first. All this while I’m still investigating alleged war crimes committed by Roman troops at Parral and Huaxtepec a couple years ago.”
“Do you know why they did it?” Theresa said.
“If I knew, I would be on the floor of the Reichstag already,” Diana said, “But I don’t. I suspect it came down from the Kaiser. I know he doesn’t like me. He’s not his dad.”
“You don’t have any proof,” Theresa said.
“I know,” Diana said, “And I know much better than to not have proof. How about you? Is life treating you well?”
Theresa looked at her with a puzzled expression.
“Oh, right, the bomb scare and the bot smear campaign,” Diana said, “I should’ve remembered.”
“I fear it’s a growing trend,” Theresa said, “The country’s growing more polarized lately. Everybody’s being pulled to the extremes, and the center’s falling apart.”
“I can feel that,” Diana said, “The CMU’s no longer the party I remember. Kohl’s spinning in his grave.”
“He would’ve spun in his grave if he knew how his funeral was done,” Theresa said, “These sort of things are not healthy for Roman society. With polarization, the belief in your own truth has become stronger, and it doesn't matter if others say it's a lie. These are new times, and we journalists need to find ways to deal with this."
“We’ll handle it,” Diana said, “We’ve handled Sentinel before. We can certainly handle this.”
But after looking ahead, she had her doubts.
Frankfurt - December 24
Theodor and Elias sat on a bench in a public square, watching Christmas shoppers run around searching for last minute gifts.
“Ah, Christmas,” Theodor said, “I remember my first Christmas with Uncle Willy. My sister and I were still pretty young.”
“What did he get you?” Elias said.
“He got my sister a prototype drone he had in development at the time,” Theodor said, “She took it apart and built it back up with some added features. Probably the reason why she now wants to major in engineering. I'm happy for her, but she's like way too many girls these days. I mean, who's going to be in the kitchen or looking after the kids if they're all mechanics? Oh, as for me? I got…a copy of
The Religious Genealogy of Western Economies by Josiah Burkard. Yeah…”
“One of Josiah’s books?” Elias said. “I know the man...and his writing style...”
“Don’t get me wrong, that book has been a huge inspiration for me as a businessman and as a Christian,” Theodor said, “But as a kid, I was expecting something…you know, what kids would expect.”
“I totally agree,” Elias said, “I also lost my parents to the equalists when I was young. All I had was my own sister. We barely celebrated Christmas because we didn’t have the money for ourselves, let alone others. Growing up in Königsberg in the '90s was tough. But no matter what happened every year, I saved up as much as I could for a present for Ellie, and the rest went towards her college tuition. I didn’t want Ellie to live the life I did. I toiled in the shadows so she could live in the light.”
“And that paid off, didn’t it?” Theodor said.
“Yes, it did,” Elias said, “I’m so proud of her. You feel that way with your sister too, right?”
“Oh, definitely,” Theodor said, “I hope she gets into a good school, despite my feelings on her career choice.”
“I mean, you just want to protect your sister, right?” Elias said, “Just like me.”
“Yeah,” Theodor said, “We both want to give them happy and productive lives.”
“Unfortunately, I failed,” Elias said, “Ellie’s dead now. But you…you still have a chance.”
“Yes, I do,” Theodor said, “And I intend to make the most of it.”
They continued watching the Christmas shoppers.
“They want to destroy all this, you know,” Theodor said.
“The equalists hate Christmas and all it stands for,” Elias said.
Theodor turned to him. “So you agree.”
“Of course,” Elias said, “The left absolutely hates Christmas and everything it stands for. It’s religious and capitalist and Roman.”
“Indeed,” Theodor said, “A holiday about the birth of our lord and savior, who will be the king of the Jews, which has been massively commercialized over the last hundred years and made synonymous with Roman culture. It’s everything they hate neatly wrapped up in one little Christmas present. No wonder they’ve been waging a war on Christmas for years. They've banned red and green colors this time of year. They're forcing everyone to say Happy Holidays, and they say Santa Claus should be cancelled. They say we shouldn't be celebrating Christ's birthday and what he stands for, because it's offensive to some snowflakes.”
“We ought to do something about this,” Elias said, “This much consumerism is immoral and deadly to ourselves and to the planet. While our moral cores rot, the planet burns from all of the garbage and waste produced.”
“I totally get you!” Theodor said. “We need to save Christmas. We need to save our country.”
“I have a plan for that,” Elias said, “There are many of us in CB who see the same way, although some have lost their way. Our planet is in danger, and so is our country, and so are our traditions. We are working on a plan to save all of them, and I think you can help us.”
“Now you’re talking!” Theodor said.
“So, are you in?” Elias said.
“Of course!” Theodor said, shaking Elias’ hand. “I’m a proud Roman capitalist and humble servant of God. It’s time we fought back against the left.”
“For our sisters’ sakes,” Elias said, "No, for YOUR sister’s sake.”
Anhorn residence - January 2, 2021, 5:00 PM
Theodor Tesla paced across the stage. The enraptured crowd listened intently to his words.
“What’s the most noticeable contributor to carbon emissions, I ask you?” he asked the audience. “The one you see every day. It’s your car. The internal combustion engine has revolutionized our lives since it was introduced 150 years ago, but it has also polluted our atmosphere and degraded our environment. It contributes to the global economy’s reliance on oil and gas. To that I say the internal combustion engine’s time has passed. It is time for it to pass into the dustbin of history and be replaced…with this.”
The curtains rose behind him, revealing a sleek car.
“Introducing the Tesla E4,” Theodor said, “The latest in our line of fully electric vehicles. Using our newly patented battery, the E4 has triple the range and twice the efficiency of the E3. It has a range of four hundred miles on a single charge, which will take not half a day but two hours! And even better, you will only need to charge once a week on average! We plan to begin rolling out the E4 next month, so get your orders in now!”
The video clip ended. Gertrude and Elias looked up from their phones.
“Theodor moves fast,” Gertrude said.
“He’s been on a roll for the last few months,” Elias said.
“I wonder how he comes up with all these great ideas and brings them to market so quickly,” Gertrude said, “We need to do the same with CB.”
“I suggest we bring him in as a consultant,” Elias said, “I already talked with him, and he’s open to helping our messaging on social media, legally of course. At least he wouldn’t be as trigger happy as Emilio.”
“Emilio finally apologized for the Himmler’s incident, and Joel and Sebastian have fallen into line,” Gertrude said.
“I hope he’s learned his lesson,” Elias said, “We can’t screw up like that again. The party cartel will take every opportunity to knock us down and keep us there. Everything we’ve worked for, everything we did for Ellie, is at stake here.”
“Which is why you’ve focused on the Brotherhood,” Gertrude said.
“I don’t always agree with Thierry, but he’s our best leader,” Elias said, “He’ll do well, if Emilio, Joel, and Sebastian don’t frak up again.”
“I’m sure they won’t,” Gertrude said.
“My dear, you should hire more security,” Elias said, "Or we should just call off the book tour. This whole idea wasn't good to begin with. Focus on the side project Theodor's been helping us with."
"I already am," Gertrude said, "Need I remind you I did most of the work? Theodor just got me some better tools. And now I found the pictures we're looking for."
"Of course, of course," Elias said, "Still, we should prioritize that. Maybe lie low on the books and tours."
"What, so Josiah can turn
Living a Moral and Green Life into a collection of bills that will be inevitably shot down in committee?" Gertrude said.
"I'm just looking out for you, Gertrude," Elias said, "Your recent book caused far more controversy than usual. I'm only asking that you take a break and let things calm down. Focus on our new project."
"Okay, okay, after this tour, I'll take that break, fine," Gertrude said, "I have writer's block anyways."
"This tour doesn't look safe," Elias said, "You heard about the riots in Chishinau."
“I’m not going to be shot again, if you're worried about that,” Gertrude said.
“Can’t hurt to call up Argus,” Elias said, “I know some people who would be happy to contract as your bodyguards.”
“The riots are pretty small anyways,” Gertrude said, “Just a few angry kids. Argus has already deployed a few teams to get it under control. Crazy how there are so many riots these days, coming from both sides.”
“It’s so weird how the times have changed,” Elias said, “The CMU is slowly drifting from the party of Adenauer to the party of Maike Richter.”
“And the SPR, aided by actual neo-equalists in the PMS and the Livonian puppetmaster Valiulis, is slowly turning into the party of Valentin Varennikov,” Gertrude said, “Only more incompetent than Yazov.”
“Yet another example of how the party cartel has degenerated over the centuries,” Elias said, “We’re the reasonable ones, and yet they keep painting us as radicals. Meanwhile, Merkel is on track to become our longest serving chancellor ever, aside from Metternich. Have you heard they're calling her the Eternal Chancellor now?”
“That’s because of Emilio, Joel, and Sebastian,” Gertrude said.
“Which is another reason why I need them to shut up and do their jobs,” Elias said, “Otherwise we’ll never make progress again and fulfill Ellie's dream. Especially with what I have planned.”
“Then you have to return to the committee,” Gertrude said, “Work with Thierry again.”
“I’m not sure if I can do that now, while I’m in the middle of the Brotherhood plans,” Elias said,
“You’re backing down now?” Gertrude said. “Now, of all times? After all we’ve been through? After all we did for Ellie? We have to stay strong as she would've wanted. And the media’s not going to wait anyways. This is a war against stagnation, and we ourselves can’t afford to be stagnant too. We have to get back to work. Be a man, Elias.”
“You’re right,” Elias said, “This isn’t the time to be worried. I’ll drop by the committee as soon as I can. Theodor wants to help us with our big idea, so I'll tell the others about him.”
“That’s the Elias I know,” Gertrude said.
Hofstadter High School, Constantinople - June 16, 11:00 AM
The graduates tossed their caps in the air and cheered one last time, while their parents and teachers clapped. With the ceremonies over, Alex made his way to the bleachers, where Anders and Diana waited for him.
“Congrats, Alex,” Anders said.
“I’m proud of you,” Diana said.
“It went by so quickly, didn’t it?” Alex said.
“Yeah,” Anders said.
“Hey!” Angela said.
Angela and Alexandra walked over.
“Sorry we were late,” Angela said.
“Our plane was delayed,” Alexandra said.
“It’s okay,” Anders said, “We still have the house party.”
“How could I forget about it?” Angela said.
“We’ve got most of the family together to celebrate Alex’s day,” Diana said, “Too bad Olga couldn’t make it.”
“Aunt Olga?” Alex said. “We haven’t seen her in years.”
“Yeah, she’s busy with her new job,” Angela said, “We talked a few weeks ago, but she didn’t have much time.”
“That’s a shame,” Diana said, “She hasn’t returned my emails in a while.”
“Last I heard, she was handling the Yavdian situation,” Anders said, “So, how’s work treating you, Angie?”
“The usual,” Angela said.
While the other adults talked about work, Alexandra turned to Alex.
“Ready for college?” Alexandra said. “You start in September, right?”
“Yeah,” Alex said, “I move into the dorm in August.”
“Exciting,” Alexandra said, “I remember my freshman orientation.”
“How was it?” Alex said.
“Don’t worry too much,” Alexandra said, “It’s not as bad as you might think. You made it this far anyways, so you’ll be fine. And I’ll be there, in case you need someone to talk to.”
“I’m a little excited, to be honest,” Alex said, “It’ll be nice to see Strasburg again after so long.”
“Always good to see the world,” Alexandra said.
Alex looked back at the crowd of classmates and their parents. Manfred had already gone off with Joan and his other friends somewhere, never to be seen again, and he didn’t want to focus on Josh’s group. Sadness washed over him, mixing with his excitement. Alexandra picked up on his sudden discomfort and put her hand on his shoulder.
“It’s going to be okay, Alex,” Alexandra said, “We’re with you, every step of the way.”
Alex smiled and relaxed.
“We’re family,” Alexandra said, “We don’t leave each other behind.”
Brad Folger’s office, Reichstag Building - July 23, 5:00 PM
With the workday over, Brad began packing up his things. He saved the bill he was drafting and put away his laptop. He packed the intelligence files on the Chishinau riots into his briefcase and locked it. He checked his phone to see if his bus was on time. It was still bright outside, but it was going to be the middle of rush hour, which meant he wouldn’t get home for at least an hour. Good thing he didn’t have to stay late today. But just as he thought that, there was a quiet knock on the door.
“Who is it?” he said.
“Gertrude Anhorn, you know, Elias' husband?” Gertrude said.
“I don’t remember scheduling a meeting with you, Frau Anhorn,” Brad said.
“It’ll be quick,” Gertrude said, “You don’t seem to have anything scheduled now.”
“I have a bus to catch,” Brad said, “Can we do this tomorrow?”
“We could,” Gertrude said, “After these photos I have are on
Die Zeiten’s front page.”
Brad immediately opened the door. “What photos?”
“Oh, nothing important,” Gertrude said, “Just some light bribery and maybe treason, maybe even an illicit affair, that’s all there is.”
“I did no such thing,” Brad said.
Gertrude took out a photograph of him with a brunette.
“Still haven’t gotten over how Diana Frank was never into you, huh?” Gertrude said. “How she chose someone like Anders Humboldt over a man as accomplished as you? Maybe that’s why you took Maria’s money. She does look a lot like the Director, I can tell.”
“I…no…what…” Brad said. “First…Director Frank and I were only friends, nothing more. Second…I didn’t know Maria was…that.”
“None of that matters,” Gertrude said, “The media won’t care. The public won’t care. They’ll only see a careless senator seduced by a foreign national into cheating on his wife and giving state secrets to crazy Paulluists who believe Perm is the only country which has defeated the Reich.”
Brad sighed and bowed his head in defeat.
“What do you want?” he said.
“Oh, you already know what I want,” Gertrude said, “What my husband wants.”
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We've hit the final milestone. First there was finishing the game itself, then it was writing past the present day, and now I've uploaded past the present day. Expect everything to be a lot more unscripted going forward.