Proof
Wilhelm Karl said:
We, in Our capacity as August Kaiser of the Romans, hereby decree the following as part of this Third Nullification Act.
RECOGNIZING that there is still significant inequality between certain groups in this nation, We hereby nullify the following laws:
The National Childcare Reform Act of 1954
The Workplace Paid Leave Guarantee of 1950
The Citizen Salary Provision of 1949
May these symbols of discrimination and injustice be consigned to their rightful place in history, and a truly equal society rise up in their absence.
So it shall be decreed on this first of January in the year of our lord 2032.
Brandenburg Palace, Berlin - January 1, 2032
Justin walked into Wilhelm Karl’s study, carrying two ancient-looking books.
“Sir, here are the books you asked for,” he said.
He set down books on Wilhelm Karl’s desk.
“Were you followed?” Wilhelm Karl said.
“No, sir,” Justin said, “I made sure to cover my tracks.”
“Good work,” Wilhelm Karl said, “We can’t risk Elias finding out about this.”
“Of course,” Justin said, “I’ll show myself out now.”
He saluted and left. Wilhelm Karl turned to the books.
“Okay, let’s start,” Elisabeth Alexandra said, “What do you want to find here?”
“Proof both of the main Hohenzollern lines are legitimate,” Wilhelm Karl said, “So Elias’ blackmail is useless.”
“Right,” Elisabeth Alexandra said, “So let’s start with that over there. The official Hohenzollern family chronicles.”
Wilhelm Karl opened the chronicles and flipped to Princess Eva’s page first.
“So Eva was the illegitimate child of Kaiserin Ida,” Wilhelm Karl said, “And it seems here she herself had an illegitimate daughter of her own who carried on the line, thanks to the philandering bishop Godafres.”
“Don’t focus on Eva herself,” Elisabeth Alexandra said, “Nothing short of a DNA test will tell you anything conclusive. Focus on the genealogy of her descendants.”
“Same goes for Prince Adolf the Lame assume,” Wilhelm Karl said.
“At least Adolf the Lame was an actual landed ruler,” Elisabeth Alexandra said, “He was named the first viceroy of Anatolia by his father.”
“Which means his lineage would be tracked far more carefully,” Wilhelm Karl said.
“Exactly,” Elisabeth Alexandra said.
Wilhelm Karl put away the family chronicle and picked up the other book. It was the official geneaology of the Anatolian branch before the Pragmatic Sanction made them into the Siegfriedist line. Justin had probably dug it out of a library in Smyrna. He flipped to the very beginning of the book and began reading each entry after Prince Adolf, looking for anything out of the ordinary.
“Wait,” Elisabeth Alexandra, “There.”
Wilhelm Karl stopped flipping pages. They had stopped sometime in the twelfth century. Elisabeth Alexandra pointed to the entry of Viceroy Maria, great-granddaughter of Adolf the Lame and Queen of Anatolia from 1177 to 1186.
“Her spouse isn’t listed,” she said.
“So?” Wilhelm Karl said. “The same goes for everyone on this page. The records were spotty in this time period.”
“Which makes it all the more suspicious,” Elisabeth Alexandra said, “Perhaps one of the unnamed spouses legitimized the family.”
“You’re saying someone from the main line married into the Anatolian line,” Wilhelm Karl said.
“It only matters if the Hohenzollern married someone in the direct line of succession,” Elisabeth Alexandra said.
“So it all hinges on Maria’s husband,” Wilhelm Karl said.
“You know what to look for next, then,” Elisabeth Alexandra said.
“I need a DNA test for Kaiser Friedrich III and a more detailed genealogy of the family around Maria’s time,” Wilhelm Karl said, “That would do the trick.”
Elisabeth Alexandra smiled. “I definitely hope so.”
Die Zeiten, Constantinople - February 23
Anders and Vincent stormed into Jung’s office.
“You’re just going to take this?” Anders said.
Jung looked up from his computer. “Take what?”
“Vox Dei,” Vincent said.
“You mean Channel 2?” Jung said. “Bysandros’ channel? What about it?”
“Channel 2 is now known as Vox Dei,” Anders said, “It’s a Schmitz affiliate.”
“That’s why Bysandros is always on it,” Vincent said, “They recently received control over two hundred local and national radio stations.”
“So?” Jung said. “I don’t listen to the radio.”
“Aren’t you at least concerned with the committee giving Schmitz a monopoly on radio in addition to the near monopoly they now have over TV news?” Anders said.
“Boys, in case you forgot, we’re a print news company,” Jung said, “This does not threaten us economically at all.”
“Screw economics!” Anders said. “This is dangerous to our meritocracy! Face it. Print media has been dying for decades. If Schmitz gets a monopoly over radio and TV news, then it won’t matter what you say.”
“Control the media, control what people think,” Vincent said, “‘Freedom of the press ensures the abuse of every other freedom can be known, challenged, and ultimately defeated’. That’s what Theresa wrote.”
“Well, Theresa’s dead,” Jung said, “And I have no desire to let either of you die as well.”
“I don’t care if I die,” Anders said, “I’ve been through much worse. And if I die for the truth to get out there, again…then it’s worth it.”
“Do you have a death wish, Humboldt?” Jung said.
“It’s called taking a stand,” Anders said, “I’ve been doing this for over forty years. I’m not scared of death anymore. I have a duty to speak out.”
“Like with your recklessness in Bremerhaven?” Jung said.
“If that’s what you want to call it, yes,” Anders said.
“I swear, Humboldt, you’re going to get us all killed one of these days,” Jung said.
Bremerhaven - March 20
“This nation was built on the backs of men and women who refused to accept the feudalism of the day as their reality,” Eva said, “They rallied around Friedrich the Great, who promised them a land where all would be given a fair chance at life. We continue that thousand year old tradition today. It is our obligation as citizens to hold our leaders accountable, so they may fix their mistakes and lead us better!”
Angela watched Eva speak from a bench at the other end of the square. This month, it was just her in Bremerhaven. Anders went back to Constantinople for his work. He wouldn’t be back for a while. So it was up to her to keep the spark of defiance in this city alive. She was glad there were still protesters at the rallies she organized, but the crowds got smaller each time. Now there were only sixty people at her last count. At least it wasn’t zero.
“The committee passed a new anti-terrorism law last week,” Eva said, “For those who haven’t caught up, Romans who want to buy a new phone or computer, really anything with an Internet connection now, must scan their faces with Tesla Dynamic’s telecoms subsidiary. Doesn’t this sound absolutely wrong to you?”
The crowd murmured some signs of approval as well as some boos.
“You want to know where Tesla Dynamic is putting all that data?” Eva said. “Theodor Tesla is in close contact with Elias Anhorn and the committee. He’s giving them the world’s largest facial recognition database. Drivers license photos, passports, everything. Who knows what the committee plans to do with that data?”