Humanity's Peacekeepers

弾丸論破 [ 6 : ШЕСТЬ ]

- Игорь // Igor -

"H- a- huh... hm..." I stammered a bit. "We were, you know... created, so this shouldn't be too big of a surprise."

"Still, if that's the case..." He came back down from the you-know-what-it's-called. "If we know Abraham Lincoln, the 16th president, why wouldn't we know the... '71st and last' one?"

"..." Jack is far from stupid. He may be immature at times, but it seems that he is the same as me when it comes to knowledge and reasoning, for the most part. "...Give me a moment."

I pondered a bit. Jack was occupied with his thoughts as well.

"...Igor." Jack looked at me, with a serious expression painted on his face. "Do you know who is the 70th president?"

"..." I thought for a bit. "...No?"

"Me neither," said Jack. "...What about the 69th?"

My mind clicked in an instant. "President Richfeld Maurice Kelvin, with Vice President Cassandra Felicity Rosehart."

"He was a democrat, right?" he added.

"Yes, he won with 76% of the popular vote, due to an increasingly globalist society and culture across the nation."

"The democrats have also won for 5 terms in a row, 2 terms belonging to Kelvin."

"...What on Earth," I paused.

"We know the 69th president completely well, like it's the alphabet, but nothing about the 70th, nor the 71st," Jack said.

"...Maybe Prof. Ryieszenski uploaded a lot of information into our minds during (and not after) the 69th presidency, and hence before the election of the 70th," I said. "Because I cannot recall anything about that election as well."

With the huge wheeled–stepping stool, we dashed to the shelf labeled "UN General Assembly Archives, 2100–2137".

"2137?" said Jack. "Where'd '38 go?

"They probably couldn't publish the one in 2138 under a month, especially with an asteroid coming to kill them all." I snickered.

We looked for the English book of 2137, the 192nd General Assembly.

After a bit of frantic searching, Jack found the dusty book, and flipped it open. "Table of Contents... Index... Chapter 3: The Americas..."

"Take your time, don't over look anything!" I told him.

"United States of America, okay... Security... General Health..." he mumbled as his eyes darted all over the book. "Ahem, 'The Honorable Reynold Ethan Seymour, 71st president of the United States of America, had given-' yadda yadda yadda, got him!"

We were ecstatic. Jack cheered ran across the building in joy, despite his energy capacity of a meatball.

"Let's go back to the keypad," I said in relief.