The Personal Records of a Doctor: A RDNA-verse Tale
Another Interlude
The following was taken from Dr. Heisenberg's 1946 "Waiting for Vindication," one of his last papers. This particular excerpt has entered the collective memory of many, including Revivalist leaders and the Dynasty itself. While the paper never explicitly hinted at his patient or her true identity, it's clear that this was as much directed at her as well as the public.
- Office of the Prime Minister (1995)
I've seen many things in my life. Memorable things, good, bad and painfully tragic. I lived through the twilight years of a world as it had been before the Terror. The sign of things to come were already there. Yet it bore host to some of the finest times of any year. I'm not the only one. Many others, in this country and elsewhere, could attest to that.
But all such was taken away by the Collectivist menace. We remember the hardships of their aftermath, which continue to haunt us to this day. Soon, the horrors of that time would displace what came before. More likely, it already has. And it won't be long before we'll be gone as well. Our children will inevitably live in a world shaped by those years. And if we can never forget it, neither will they. As much as they might want to.
Yet so long as the Reds exist, we can neither move on nor bring closure to the tragedies that have beset us. They are both a constant danger to the present and a reminder to what we've lost. In a sense, the ones after us will be in the same place as we are: a ceaseless, winding cold war. There seems to be no escape from this predicament. It doesn't take a professional to realize this.
But this can't last forever. It shouldn't. Eventually, something will have to give way. And it must surely be the Reds. There's a hope that from the ashes, our descendants can carry on anew. That the world can continue as it had been before the Terror. So at long last, everything would be all right. Perhaps that's why we continue to struggle. Why we carry on the legacy. Why we hold it together. We can't let them win. We'll see to it.
We don't know when that time will come. Not now, definitely. Neither would it be tomorrow, or the day after. But there will be vindication. I'm sure of it. There has to be. For those before and after us. For the Lost Nations. For our country. For all of our sakes.
