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"The people surprised me most off all..."
A voice, echoing and powerful was heard.
"I have done everything to the best of my abilities to warn and protect the people from the dangers of Fascism, who had tried time and time again to destroy our nation. By all rights, the country should have seized to exist and society should have collapsed. They are, however, as I now realize, still here. To me this is upmost inconceivable. On the other hand..." the eyes of the man talking shoot open. "I'm here too. And that I understand just as little." The man was breathing heavily, puffing even. "The country... it's so quiet... Where is the construction? Above me I can see no transport planes. No clanging of construction machines can be heard. A bird moves in the branches of a tree. It chirps. It sings." Suddently a ball moves through the bushes towards the man and comes to a stop right next to him. He sits now. "Physically I appear to be in good condition and healthy. That is, except for the headaches. Is my son lying around here somewhere too?" The man now stands up. "Who's that looser?" A young voice tones from behind the lanky man. "Are you okay, mister?" "Oh, the youth..." the man thinks to himself. "The youth is the future. Apparently, the youth is speachless. Yes, understandable. It is, after all, an unusual turn in the daily routine of a not yet fully matured man, to experience the Kaiser firsthand." "Where is Schütze?" he asks. "Who the heck is that?" one of the boys replies. "Schütze, Volker." Franz replies. "Never heard of him." the boy answeres in confusion. "What's he look like?" "Like the Reichskanzler, for gods sake." Franz counters angrily. A man from the background called to the boys "Boys, come back here. We're not done with the shoot." They boys scrambled to get their boy and return to their places, leaving the Kaiser in confusion. He looked at one of the boys' shirts "Reichsbürger Ronaldo... Which way is the street?" The boy points to his right. He mumbles to his friends "Dude, what a !@#$!" The reporter who called the boys back now speaks. "From the troubled hotspot Berlin-Mitte, we're off to Marzahn and Hellersdorf where there's even more hardship." Franz, now looking to the ground, picks up his all to familiar crown and places it on his head, seemingly contempt with it. "I must get back to the Reichstag immediatly. The youth here are apparently not much help." The old Kaiser now walks towards where the boy had pointed him towards. As he tries to cross the street he gets cought up in a swarm of worker drones. "Fascinating..." he thinks to himself while walking down the road. After a while he reaches the famed Brandenburger gate. "The rubble and construction sites are gone. All that's left is people who have seemingly gone mad." Franz stumbles around the masses of people. All of them are making photos and trying to get closer. Usually he wouldn't mind, but they all look... different. He didn't recognize them as his people, even though they were the same as years ago. "Did I fall into a coma?" He thought to himself. "I do not know enough about my situation. I must get more information." He stumbled through the crouds trying to ask people the way to the Reichstag, yet people only wanted to make photos with him. "There is no doubt about it. I do not know what happened, but something got out of hand." After escaping from the masses, he found himself walking towards a Newsstand. There he looked at the date. Finally, the news. A trusted source of information. But when he looked at the date, printed on top of the paper... "6th July, 2084. Kaiser Georg von Hohenzollern speaks in parliament..." The owner of the stand came out to take the newspaper out of his hands but by that point Franz had already fainted. The shock was too much for the old man to handle...
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r.i.p, Grandpa
You know come to think of it
Whatever did happen to August?
He is still alive. Somewhere out there... lurking... waiting...
Yeah, no.