Free The World Game by Allen Charles

do? What can anyone do?”
    “You have one decision to make Tom. Go down with the planet or save yourself while you can.”
    Tom gave Chuck a wry look. “It was my decision to set off the AMD in the first place so I am responsible for this whole mess. A bit heavy to have the fate of humanity and the world on your shoulders. Sounds a bit melodramatic but dammit! I do have that responsibility. Do I run or do I die with my decision and our home?”
    “Tom, it is a no brainer. We have to save as much as we can, survive as long as possible. That is our charter. That’s the duty of the President of the United States. Survive and rebuild.”
    “Eight billion people wiped out Chuck. How do I live with that. The President of the United States, the greatest mass murderer in history.” He shook his head and tears ran down his cheeks.
    “Tom, we may not survive this at all. You have to try.”
    The President shrugged and sighed. “How do we survive Chuck? What magic have we got?”
    “We have a Skyhook Transport in emergency transit to Space City. We divert it and rendezvous in low earth orbit. Air Force One can’t make it to deep space on its own.”
    “What happens to Air Force One?”
    “Autopilot to attempt to land back at Andrews. If there is an Andrews.”
    The President gave a defeated shrug of his shoulders, the weight of the world visibly pressing him down. “OK Chuck. We survive. Do it.”
    Hanes rose to organize the directives to the Transport. Air Force One was already on its way to low earth orbit and rendezvous with a Space City shuttle. He glanced out of a window at the visible rim of earth and stopped suddenly in his tracks, sucking in a breath of shock. “Tom, look. Look out the window!”
    The President lifted himself on one elbow to get a view through the nearest port. “Good Lord! What is that?” A silver grey rim covered the edge of the horizon. Featureless and visibly rolling over the earth’s surface, leaving a blank, gray face in its wake. On closer examination flashes of sheet lightning and tendrils of high voltage plasma could be seen, even against the direct sunlight.
    “That is the anti-matter wave front Tom. That is the end of our planet as we know it.”
    “What have I done?” The President was crying, tears streaming, as he clenched the arm rests. “What have I done? What have I done.” He repeated over and over, his voice diminishing to a whimper as he buried his head in his arms.
    “Tom?”
    The President looked up at Hanes, eyes red and face wet with tears. His expression morphed into the hard, decisive visage Hanes was used to seeing. He sighed a gasp of relief. The President was back. “I’m good now Chuck. I’m good. I will handle this... Like a President.”

CHAPTER 21
    Iranian Presidential Survival Bunker
    “Zardooz, you have outdone yourself!” Arjmand lay on a reclining couch in his underwear, his clothing scattered around on the floor. Two young women knelt beside him offering plates of sweet grapes and exotic fruits. Trained from childhood to accept any abuse from men, neither of them flinched as Arjmand groped and fondled them without shame, his erection straining his shorts and his breathing fast coming rapid and shallow. He started moaning and pulled the nearest girl’s hand to his member, pushing down his shorts with the other hand. In seconds he was flopping about like a landed fish as the girl’s touch brought him to a messy, climactic spatter. The atmosphere was rank with his odor as Zardooz watched on with a smirk of condescending amusement. He thought to himself that the few so called virgins he had installed were going to remain virgins with Arjmand around.
    Zardooz beckoned to one of the girls who came over to him. He quietly told her to clean Arjmand up and get him dressed. Arjmand had a broadcast to make to the world.
    Arjmand sat in front of a sophisticated video camera array that transmitted in 3-D. His hair had been slicked back and he now wore a