I love my country
Robots, aliens, monsters, it was always the same.
That's stupid, America.
That would never work, America.
That's impossible, America.
How he loathed that word.
Impossible was the worst word America had ever heard in his two hundred plus years on this earth.
They told him his ideas were impossible, hell, they'd told him that for years.
That's silly, America. Every man should have rights, but that's just pushing it too far. Now, come to tea, and we'll discuss the trade between us...
A what? America, don't be dumb. We'll never be able to fly, eh? We're not birds.
Ha, the moon, he says. And how, pray tell, would he survive? A moon suit? Ha!
But he had done it. He had done it all, but no one seemed to care. They called him an attention whore behind his back- they whispered in the hallways but he knew, oh, they'd be scared if they knew how much he knew- but it wasn't for their attention, he didn't care about that. He cared for their opinions on things, yes, but he wasn't one to let other people shape who he was. His head was permanently in the clouds- and in the oceans and in the ruins and in space- and he just wanted to know things.
He wanted to know all of the important things in the world, and all of the unimportant things too. Some people- England- berated him for not paying attention to the little details- how am I going to be your back up if I'm on the other side of the bloody world you bloke- but those just got in the way of the big picture.
All of those stuffy Europeans paid close attention to their details in their paintings of life, face scrunched up close and perfecting that little bit to fit just right in there, while America preferred messing the colors up and slathering them on and letting the paint run and splash and mix together because even if it was hideous and dirty and wrong now, in the end he knew it was going to be beautiful. And he knew, oh, he knew so much.
He could accomplish anything anybody ever dreamed, because that was what he did.
That's what he knew how to do.
How was that?