Alan Dale - Death Nation's Army 01 (11 page)

What he didn’t know was the worst was yet to come…

It wasn’t long before the announcement of the Utopias’ opening became worldwide news.

The building of the new mini-Metropolises was well known once members of the Underwave news teams broke the stories along the wire and of course the NWO slowly let details leak out if only to let everyone wonder and question where people would ultimately place on humanity’s food chain. Of course that would be determined by a board room of the 10 most powerful people in the Order Executive Branch. Once the building of the Utopias commenced, the military made sure no one would come within five miles by foot or land vehicle while any fly byes would be met by force. One of the more daring Underwave reporters, Gordon Downing, tried and failed to record and broadcast building efforts of the Buenos Aries Utopia and was immediately shot down by surface-to-air missiles that annihilated the small crop duster and the man in it.

Then the news of what exactly the Utopias meant for the world and the next step in the evolution of current human-kind became official. The ten chosen cities were named – Utopia One would be located outside Charlotte, Two’s chosen site was San Diego, Three was pegged for Buenos Aires, giving the Americas their share.

Utopia Four was set for Tokyo, Five was situated outside of Moscow, Six ended up in Berlin, Seven would be built in Rome, and the Utopia Eight, would be placed in Pretoria.

Abu Dubai was picked for the home of Utopia Nine and the final Utopia was positioned in Cairo.

Most of the chosen areas would be located close enough to water in order to have extra escape routes if the talk of a pending revolution was true. It also allowed for an easier way to defend the one million residents who would live in each of the respective Utopias.

Yes, the ten million most powerful and rich persons in all the world would live in man-made mini kingdoms tailored toward housing, feeding, clothing, and entertaining less than a thousandth of the human population. Some guessed correctly the rest of the world would eventfully suffer for this since the Utopias would provide themselves with the best of everything. What many didn’t predict was how the NWO slowly took majority control of all major resources by instilling military presences at all top sites for petrol, minerals, timber, natural wildlife and their potential for providing sustenance, and of course top water resource sites, among other things. In essence the rich were choking the rest of the world off from the things they needed to survive.

It wasn’t a genocide of a race it would be a total annihilation of the lower class, the majority of the human animal.

People were chosen on a formula combining an individual’s wealth, world influence and power, he/she’s ability to help build a sustainable Utopian society via its infrastructure, health maintenance, and general day-to-day processes. Then, depending on their location and place on the final formula ranking, the chosen ones would move to the Utopia of their choosing. Of course, once they got past the first chosen million, it would be inevitable that a member of, say, the German elite would find himself on the lower end of the NWO food chain and would be ‘forced’ to move to Cairo due to their lower level of say. Even in Utopia the 10
^th
millionth richest family was considered white trash in the New World Order.

This could further illustrate why the complete disinterest in the rest of the population wasn’t surprising, even to those targeted for being left in a world destined to slowly become a wasteland.

Each Utopia ended up being built to a square area comparable to approximately the entire St. Louis metropolitan area, 85 square miles. This allowed for enough space while maintaining a compact feel so as to be protected much easier with most of the people in a centralized location. A military presence would be prevalent with a half-million million soldiers assigned to cover the perimeter of each new Mecca. There was also really no need for travel outside of one’s Utopia since they would be blessed with everything a rich person could think of being made readily accessible. Any flights from one Utopia to another would have to be booked at earliest a month ahead of time. Yes, there were many beautiful areas of the world where Utopias would be far from reaching with just a quick trip, so the NWO allowed for scenic tours for the Utopian residents as long as military chaperones would be present. No more than 12 people could go to any of the mountain, water, rock formation, and forest sites as to be able to maintain a secure hold of some of the world’s greatest persons.

Military personnel were shipped to all points of the planet to monitor the rest of the population, the dredge, the steerage.

Yet, with the pending Utopian existences for the world’s alleged best, the threat from below remained prevalent.

Berlin was where the New World Order headquarters would eventually be built and Fortellis held his first ever executive branch meeting with others of his ilk. The building, nondescript in many ways, appeared like any other small town or big city government edifice hybrid. Despite the confidence that continued to rise within its organization especially as their people continued to drain the vast reservoir of resources from those deemed second and third-rate citizen, the fact remained they were vastly outnumbered. The Utopian residents would be matched by its local military one-to-one and with that the risks of possible turnover could present itself one day. Fortellis knew this and realized they would have to be well paid and taken care of in all ways possible.

They would need a distraction and the pending revolution could be just what the NWO needed to keep their forces honest.

He and nine others at a large round table on the top floor of the Order’s offices, each the top of their individual Utopia’s government branch. All of them earned their way via their financial, military and world reach quotients. These were the greatest powers on the planet, even if they weren’t deemed its greatest leaders.

Draco sat with his back to the full wall window overlooking the vast countryside outside of Berlin. The building sat along the rural extensions of the city. It was built over three years from the hands of millions of low class laborers. Those workers, just like those in the other nine dream theaters, would never return home to their families once their work was done. All the buses they were taken away from the city limits ended up nowhere near Berlin, San Diego, Buenos Aires, etc. The over 25 million men and women were slowly and methodically exterminated. It was a Holocaust of massive proportions because of its relatively indiscriminate nature. Of course, killing off anyone deemed not rich or worthy enough seemed prejudice enough to most.

These mass killings set in motion a serious move by the revolutionists across the world.

Drako took his time as the others settled in, waiting for the man they voted to lead the world’s elite. He watched Rienhold Jarius (Moscow Utopia, late 40s, former international real estate mogul), Abdal Mohammed (Abu Dabai, mid 60s, oil magnate), Shell Goldstien (San Diego, early 50s, former dot.com billionaire creator of multiple music and movie platforms), Aaron Ruland (Pretoria, late 30s, former owner of the richest rugby team in South Africa who became wealthy as president of a top software corporation), Candice Hemmerlee (Charlotte, late 40s, daughter of the richest man in America, Tom Hemmerlee, who ran the largest and most profitable hotel chain in the world), Hector Giofranco (Buenos Aires, just turned 70, the eldest member of the Order’s executive branch, former general in Italian military who married into one of the wealthiest airline franchises on the planet), Suzuki Jendo (Tokyo, late 30s, a brilliant young talent in all things social networking, creating the website Face time, eventually selling it for $780 billion), DeDe Mohammed (Cairo, an British woman, age unknown, married into the wealthiest aristocratic families in Saudi Arabia, believed to be worth more than the other nine members combined following her husband’s death), and Angelina Torres (Rome, a Spaniard, late 50s, who ran the greatest fashion chain across the planet, creating a nearly-trillion dollar empire in retail, internet sales, and entertainment), as they waited for their leader’s queue.

“
The revolution grows underneath,” Draco began. “Their unrest is predictable. Their chances for success? Minimal?”

“
Regardless, did we really have to execute millions of workers,” Mohammed asked as she flipped her long, wavy, brown hair behind her shoulders. “That gave them rise, Draco.”

“
What would you have suggested, ma’am?” Draco turned his stunning eyes on her and her posture went rigid, protective. “We let them go home…go home to a revolution…with intimate knowledge of our world…where would that have left us? They could provide every possible plan to our Utopias that the revolution would be bolstered by this knowledge. Thus, we had to preserve our fortress and secrecy by silencing those who would benefit from sharing.”

He watched as Mohammed took a moment to take this in and nodded.

“
It was a wise decision,” Ruland barked as he thrust out his massive chest and raised his chin in the air. He finished second to Fortellis in the voting for the NWO’s top government position and still liked to throw his weight around. “We get rid of more riff raff, but, we need to know what to do if this pesky distraction becomes a reality.”

“
We,
Ruland?”

“
Then who?” Jarius asked.

Drako turned to the Moscow representative.

“
Why…you are looking at the solution,” Draco tapped his head. “It’s all been in here since the day we knew this would happen.”

The table’s occupants turned and shared quick glances with one another, quizzical expressions, shrugs, and a vacant look of questioning the norm.

Sighing, Draco stood up slowly and remained behind his chair.

“
Let me explain,” he began. “We won’t wrestle with semantics. I will get to the immediate point and make this quick and clear as possible. I would prefer we all go to our homes and enjoy our new worlds immediately.”

He stopped, waiting for the rest of the group to relax a bit, settle in and prepare for him to continue.

He watched Jarius wave him on as if signaling for the other officials they were ready to hear what was soon to come.

“
Ever since we started all of our testing on the world’s death row and life sentenced inmates we have always planned for the potential threat to our welfare,” he began to slowly move around the table, stopping behind each of his guests for a beat or two before moving on. “We knew logically, we couldn’t do the testing on these men and women and expect to get the returns we wanted. We knew the test subjects would die almost immediately. So as we discussed, we created…
the cocktail.”

Draco watched as the various expressions on the other nine members’ faces shifted into different looks of reflection. It was shortly before the announcement of the scientific testing on these inmates that the Utopias chief resident medical researchers began working on the ultimate human anatomical reinforce. Think, human growth hormone meeting up with a Marvel Comic idea. They would eventually create the greatest serum to use on a human body combining complex proteins, vitamins, steroids, HGH, carbohydrates, and reptilian DNA, to create what the Order would call…

The cocktail.

Proteins would be used to create strength, vitamins helped build the immune system and aid recovery, steroids obviously found a way to build the body back from injury or trauma, carbs provided the test subject with energy, HGH installed a response for needed regeneration, and the DNA came from lizards that could grow back some of its limbs.

This was the Order’s way to keep infecting the prisoners with some of the worst diseases and cancers on the planet, enough to die immediately, and allow them to recover.

So, instead of just one use and then disposing of a body, the NWO researches could conduct their laboratory, genetic gymnastics, without rushing for results. Having a subject last a week or two at a time compared to one day and buried, gave Draco the extra time it needed to come up with a way to “save the people.”

The only difference was, while the people of the world thought this new approach to medicinal research was being used to save millions from horrible illness they didn’t know the only people the NWO cared about were the ones Utopian-bound.

They also didn’t know what the true reason for the tests was.

“
We needed to buy time so we could come up with the perfect masked biological killer,” Draco continued. “We needed to engineer a bug that would be released shortly after the creation of the Utopias. We had to come up with a disease that would become a part of the new world. It would be more of a result of the people dying due to current living conditions and not by the fact we, ourselves, unleashed it upon them.”

Dead silence met his final words. None of them predicted this was the original intention of the prisoner test programs. The commentary shocked them and he knew it, but none of them could feign total ignorance.

“
Do not act like you care about the people now,” he patronized them, voice rising. “The only difference is…instead of setting them out to die slow, uneventful, miserable lives…they can go away, much quicker, albeit, potentially much more painfully.”

Draco grinned.

“
But, what about the Utopias?” Goldstien asked, wiping the rising sweat from his brow. “How would they stay safe from these diseases?”