Revolution

by Tribi Ponyfeathers

"In these troubling times, when the peasants unhappy with their lot start to blame the system instead of their own faults, we need to stick together more than ever!" Future AU where The English Republic has taken over the 'only known' landmass in the world, Asia; taxes are worse than ever, and the people are whispering for revolution.

The blaring music shut off suddenly as the door opened to reveal Alexander Hamilton sitting at his desk.

"Alex, why do you write so fast?" Burr asked, standing in the doorway.

He was almost unheard, from all of the typing. Two keyboards were clacking along in harmony, one hand per keyboard. Each hand connected to an arm connected to a shoulder connected to the same body connected to the same brain.

Alexander's.

"I need to keep going." The left laptop was on social media, building up hype for the Revolution and denouncing Supreme King James, the leader of their dystopian nation.

Burr rolled his eyes. "Take a break. You've been in this room for weeks. When did you last sleep?"

"Twenty hours ago. Slept exactly four hours twenty seven minutes. That's enough to sustain me for another two hours. I know my biorhythms." Alexander yawned, stretching, before resuming his work.

"Angelica and Laurens are getting worried. After your next... what... four hours twenty seven minute nap or whatever, come hang out with us. You're gonna burn out at this rate."

Hamilton switched browsers on the right computer, finishing up a few loose ends in a document. "Maybe. If I can finish what's on my list, then yeah."

He opened his list, the other document temporarily forgotten, and skimmed the contents. "I might be able to. If you leave so I can concentrate."

Burr rolled his eyes, but stepped back into the hallway.

"Close the door on your way out!"