Beta-Reader: SaisJamais.
This was originally a oneshot. There were so many mistakes and SaisJamais took up the task to put things right. Big thanks for that. The proofreading of the next chapters is on the way. When all are finished I will tell you in the latest chapter update.
The gate had shifted.
„Shifted" was not the right word. It had just changed its location- in an instant. From one moment to the next. From one side of the pacific to the other.
The reason? Unknown.
The consequences?
Japan had lost its ability to send troops and supply to the other side. Hundreds of military and civil personnel stranded in a foreign dimension. They would not get any reinforcement from their own government, this much was clear. Ensuring the Japanese government they would not be allowed to send any material and supply to the other side by the new owners of the gate.
The world was shocked, but not so much with the shift of the gate itself. A gate leading into another dimension was unbelievable enough. The internet community had been the first to coin the term: „ The Gate-Happening-Calamity". The term was soon used by all media outlets and had gained an official note, but why „calamity"? Unbelievably , the shifting itself was not the reason. It had not caused any damage or lives, and it still led to the same gate on the other side, so no additional invasion force.
The reason for the worldwide shock, disbelief and fear was its new owner. The gate had reappeared on US-American soil, on the outskirts of Washington DC to be precise. A few years ago this would not have caused the outcry that was evident now, but times had changed
A year ago, it would have been welcomed by a large number of states and nations. The United States of America had many allies, many nations which they would have shared this gift with. The European Union, other NATO members, its Muslim allies in the Middle East, South Korea and ironically even Japan, but no longer. The US of A had changed. Where America had once aided Muslim countries, such as Saudi-Arabia, Egypt, Syria and Turkey with generous military and financial aid, it did not care any longer. Within several weeks, American international aid was cut to nonexistent levels Not one Dollar was spent on foreign aid, with international military bases systematically deconstructed and the assets relocated to border positions on American soil. The nation had also abandoned the idea of free trade. Ironically, it had been its greatest proponent once. Iphones were „Made in America" now. At least if Apple wanted to avoid the heavy tax punishments for products not made in America.
Many more things had changed. The changes came with a man. The man who was the reason for the worlds shock. He had abandoned the principle of political correctness. A man who just did not care what others thought. A man who didn't give a single fuck the last 50 years. And a man who swore to himself that he would not give a single fuck for the next 50 years either.
This man was known as... Donald J. Trump...
President of the United States of America.
That was the truth the world had to deal with.
„You know the funny thing, I don't get along with rich people. I get along with the middle class and the poor people better than I get along with the rich people."
The secretary of state looked bewildered.
„Is that the reason you expropriated the property and money of every billionaire except you?", he asked with an expression that showed both honest curiosity and outright shock–if that was even possible.
„Expropriated?! Don't be an idiot or I will have to fire you. Expropriation. Thats a thing communists would do. I just...relocated their wealth to be of better use to them. Andus." A smug expression followed Trumps explanation as he spoke the last part whispering.
„By financing a wall around America? Even the coast are being walled as we speak of. And Hawaii?! Hawaii of all places?" To be honest. Harry Fitzgerald did not care anymore. He made a silent promise to himself that he would never be surprised by any ideas his president would propose and thus unrelenting follow to be put into praxis.
„I like thinking big. If you're going to be thinking anything, you might as well think big. That's what makes me bigger than any other states man over there." Trump waving his hand over the table in all different directions.
„Of course Mister President." How often he had heard the same sentence over and over again. So often that he actually believed it. Trump was... bigger, greater than the others. He did not care for others opinions. He had an idea.
He watched it through. And most of his ideas were actually... well... not as catastrophic as predicted, often enough quite the contrary.
„People love me. And you know what, I have been very successful. Everybody loves me." He explained to him again as if to answer to Fitzgerarld's thoughts.
„But why build a wall on our coasts, Mister President? Why do we need another wall, now that the ́Mexican Great Wall of America ́ is finished?" He had to try a last time. Maybe he would get a solid answer. Maybe Trump was only playing the fool he was seen as by others. Fitzgerarld remembered the elections. At the beginning they had laughed at Trump.
Ridiculed him.
Then they actually became afraid. They became serious after witnessing Trumps polls rising. Then they fought him. Then they lost. All of them.
Who would have thought Trump would actually become president? Maybe he would surprise him once more.
„You see, Fritz. I'm gonna call you Fritz, okay. You see all the refugees in the news? We need the borders. A country without borders is no country. They are building ships, Fritz. Big ships. With hundreds and thousands of muslims. Half of them terrorists. Scratch that. All of them in a matter of fact. The facts don't lie, Fritz. If people can just pour into the country illegally, you don't have a country. That is what I believe. You gonna have a wall around your America is our all property, Fritz. That's why I ended all of this aid. Why gonna give aliens our property, Fritz? I don't understand that. The people don't understand that. It ́ssimple, really Fritz, it ́s simple. Build a wall. And keep to yourself. That's why I took all our soldiers home, boy. They gonna take care of our property, not that of others out there. Being safe where it counts, that is my way of life. By the way, I have a great relationship with Roger Ailes. Did you know that? I'm gonna say it again..."
́Good grief. He is doing it again. ́ Fritz, as he was named now, realized that he and only he was to blame. He should not have questioned Trump. He should have shut his mouth and be over with. Building a wall around your country, so what? Walling the coasts? So what? Deporting all Muslims? So what? Having a great relationship with Roger Ailes? So what? He did not care any longer. Let ́s just make America great again and be over with it. This were his thoughts as he shifted his attention back to Trump.
„...and so I built a great company, one of the - some of the most iconic assets in the world, $10 billion of net worth, more than $10 billion of net worth, and frankly, I had a great time doing it." Trump ended his speech(?).
„Of course, Sir." He resigned.„ I'm glad you understand." Trump asked, already standing up to refill his glass with a bottle of water.
"Look, it ́s Rubio!" He exclaimed happily.
„Now back to the matter at hand. What are we going to do with the gate, Sir?" Yes, of course. The gate had appeared two days ago. Trump never really cared about this magic gate before. He did not even ask for access in any form. Japan had allowed other countries to send a limited number of researchers. Not much. But something. And America would have get this limited access, if Trump had asked politely. However, Trump did not care.
„Have it all, or nothing. I won ́t take leftovers." Something along those lines had ended America's Gate-participation ambitions. Until now. The first thing Trump declared was that the Gate was America's and America's alone. No little foreign research teams. After all there is a reason he is building the biggest wall in human history, and deporting all muslims overseas.
„What about the teams, we sent? Did they found it over there?" Trump asked him and putting Fritz out of his drifting thoughts.
„Actually, Sir, Yes. We have found it. Satellite sensor data confirmed it." Fritzgerarld
„How far from the gate? How much?" Trump asked. For the first time he seemed genuinely interested in the conversation about the gate. Or for that matter, about the Gate itself
„Approximately 220 km from the gate. For the amount. Enough. And as a bonus we also found oil in the proximity."Trump was happy. At least. America had what it needed most.
„I didn't ask about the oil, Fritz. I could not care less about the oil. Just tell me more about the cement." Trump corrected Fritzgerarld. Fritz rolled his eyes.
„Well, Sir it ́s not cement, not yet at least. We are talking about the components of concrete and cement. As I said, we have found plenty."
„Enough to finish the wall?" Trumps eyes reflected a shining light. He was like a child, who was about to open his Christmas gift.
́Oh boy, here we go again. ́
„Enough to build a second wall, Mister President." At least. There was nothing that would stand between him and his wall now. His dream, his ambition, his life's purpose and its culmination was so near. ́A country needs a wall. ́ He repeated his mantra in his mind. Trumps grin turned vicious
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„Prepare. We are embarking tomorrow. No, today. Make it today! I always believed in fast decisions. And even faster action..." Frits interrupted his president before the later could continue his next motivational autobiographical speech.
„We?" Fritz asked again. He had promised Susan to be home at 8. It was not running good at home. She accused him of having changed. Of becoming like ́him ́. His long office hours that kept him from home did not help at all.
„Yes, Fritz. We... and the Second Armoured Army, Central Army East Command, Special US Army division and a few Air Force divisions wouldn't harm either." Fritz exhaled his shock.
„Thats over 40000 soldiers! The costs!" ́And my marriage! ́, he added in his mind.
„No price is too small...
...for MAKING AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!"
Thats my take on Donald Trump meeting the fantasy land full of cement. Will they finally Stump the Trump? Will Trump Stump them? Will America be great again? Will Trump make Anime real? Who will Trump fire in the next chapter? Will he finish his beloved wall?
[Would anyone like to adopt the story?]
Turned out that nobody wanted to do that. So here a I am. Doing it myself.