"Man is a creature of hope and invention, both of which belie the idea that things cannot be changed."
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'Do we still have a chance to survive this?'
Is the question I have been asking myself for the past three days. Exactly four days ago, the third world war had broken out.
Why had it started; and who had started it, seem like inconsequential questions, as I am driven to a secret destination by my trusted bodyguard, and my close friend of ten years, Jonathan.
I look at the time, and then outside my window, and my eyes gaze past empty streets and abandoned houses.
It's hard to believe that just a few days ago the road I am traveling on would have been filled with families taking strolls, enjoying being together, and kids riding their bikes.
Happy. Carefree.
Biological and nuclear warfare had done that. Three-fourths of the world's population was gone, along with three whole continents.
"Madam president, we are almost here," Jonathan informs, taking a steep slope and entering what can be described as an ancient bomb shelter.
"Jon, how many times do I have to tell you not to call me like that when we are alone, hum?" I question, and he chuckles, "Sorry, Madam President, I mean, Sil."
He takes another turn and turns off the engine. Leaning into the microphone, he speaks, "Activate shields, the tiger is on the move." A red tint engulfs the car for a second, before disappearing and leaving the two of us once again surrounded by the white light from the nearby led light.
Jon picks up two sling bags and passes one to me before opening the other one. "I have inserted a safety alert in your wrist band. If you think it's a trap... "
"Jon, have faith. None of us can afford to lose anymore. This summit, it's our last hope. And I...we have to believe that it will work. It has to." I say these words with as much conviction as possible.
Can we dare to hope?
Jon opens his car door and looks around for possible threats. I guess old habits die hard.
"Jon, I think it's safe."
"Mn." Jon nods and opens the zipper of his sling. He takes out two mlands (mobile lands) and places them a few inches above the ground.
The land here had probably turned toxic ages ago. And no one had bothered with redeveloping it. No one would bother to check this place. Thus making it a safe place for The Summit.
"All good." Jon declares after a few seconds, and activates the mlands. They vibrate midair, and expand to accommodate their passengers.
Getting out of the car and stepping on his mland, Jon opens my door and helps me on to my mland. He keys in the coordinates of the meeting point in his MLMS (Mobile land management system), and the mland starts moving.
