The year is 2034. World War 4 has finally broken out after people realized World War 3 had already occurred when the United States purposefully bombed and destabilized Afghanistan, Iraq, Yemen, and Syria. They just had to have Iran, any resistance to their hegemony would not stand. The United States lives under the banner of "The Alliance", fighting for the humanitarian rights of all LGTBQIA+ Individuals as well as the right for women to force all men on earth into marriage contracts with a dowry equivalent to 50% of the income they would ever earn. Even more important was the right to job quotas in which 100% of all jobs within the continental United States were awarded to women for existing as the Fairer-Sex.

Jeff Bezos and Bill Gates have defected to New Zealand, where they live in relative harmony as New Age Buddhists with their children. The Americans are led publicly by Sheryl Sandberg, Melinda Gates, and McKenzie Bezos, who now goes by the name McKenzie Godqueen. McKenzie took up this mantle shortly after the public execution of Donald Trump, whose bigoted ways caused him to attempt to stand up for the patriarchal native population of his home country. The true leaders of The Alliance are unknown, the Necessary Secret-Powers act had allowed them to exist in anonymity, only posting convoluted versions of their intent on the internet under monikers such as FreedomFighter and MatriarchalStarlord.

Mark Zuckerberg leaped over the table and slammed the bio-drive drive into Tom Brady's mouth. "Eat the data, rat-human. Swallow it. Resistance is futile." His sweaty skin and bug eyes revealed his not so human nature, but less so than the awkward movement of his alien-calves as he skittered across the room back into its darkest corner. "You humans, you have always disgusted me. But you most of all Tom. Why couldn't you just lose the Superbowl? Why wouldn't you just quit? You gave them morale and it will not stand." Zuckerberg watched as Tom writhed in agony on the floor.

One would think watching the pain would bring joy to Mark, but he had already personally murdered millions. The sadism no longer brought him joy, and this made him even angrier. There was barely a slight smirk on his face as the drive dissolved Tom's physical strength, and he painfully morphed into a half space-roach abomination. "Welcome to the club, but you are just a synthetic. We will never fully accept you." The door opened automatically and Mark quickly left, boarding his hyper-glider and returning to a state of orbit just above the atmosphere. He could no longer survive very long on the planet, the human resistance had destroyed most of his life support systems.

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