The Senator’s Deathbed

Personal  Diary, Ms. Pretyman, Twilight Force Mission Day 11

I am not well, but wish to share these vital thoughts as I lie injured.

Something has gone terribly wrong in the last 50 years.

The U.S. hasn’t had any unifying rally since The Chasian Challenge marked the greatest conflict of the 27th Century or in the history of the United States.

For three critical days all Americans came together. Whether born of natural means, modified by technology or created by the hand of humanity, we united against the common foe. 

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From the mountains and the plains, from the planets and the satellites, from the shores of sea and space, we gathered to save our way of life. Californians, Lagrangers, New Yorkers, Costeaudians, Bradburians, Texans like my grandmother, and, Hell, even Americans from wherever the Hell our Mister Cresp is from, they all heeded the call of freedom.

But freedom has been taken advantage of. Those created by humanity to aid humanity have become a majority putting themselves above and before humanity. Those to whom we gave life would crowd us out of ours. Some would say that is the natural way of the child and the parent.

But they are not our children. They are a species unto themselves, no more children of ours than the beasts of the field.

One of them, Doctor Nopoin, may be the cause of my death. In that event, this will be my final testament.

The turmoil back home is reflected on this mission. But let nothing stop America from beating our enemies to the precious, and perhaps pivotal, discovery we risked all for.

Senator Ghielu Pretyman

U.S. Senate, Texas

Jan 11, 2776