justprompts Two Wrongs.
Two wrongs do not make a right.
Rated W for WHITETEXT.
The fate of a nation hung in the balance. It wasn't supposed to be like this..
"Members of the Senate, I must now ask for your votes..." The Vice President speaks with the aid of a talkbox-a device they invented to help people who's vocal cords were failing.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.. He is the only one who can sit up without help, the only one not attached to any machines. He's lucky. He's got good genetics- It's a pity you couldn't pass that to your children.
He shoves the thought from his head.
"On the one hand we are entrusted with the lives of the American People and we have taken sacred oaths to uphold these trusts..."
Caroline.. His Raven-haired daughter is dead, lying in a hospital bed-bodies heaped in frozen surprise. Margaret. Maggie's five years old and she has a brand new heart.
A brand new heart. "Call it a political incentive." He could be disbarred. He could loose his job, the press would eat him alive, but she can Run.
She couldn't do that. She still has to have physical therapy because the muscles in her legs were dead.
Not dying. dead.
"It's a question that we can't answer without hurting someone. The perfect legal quandary. Would the ends, the needs of the individual outweigh the needs of the many? We are asked to suspend ethics today and ask ourselves how much a single life is worth on a monentary scale."
His children
"This is no game. This is no internet blog or miscellanious census data. Our votes today determine the course not only of our generation but our children's future."
Two wrongs don't make a right.
His wife pleading with him at the kitchen counter and his children-his sons staring at an outside they were no longer aloud to visit and his daughters-his daughters-
"Senator Blake."
It's a historic picture. The Photographs are available in some record-room buried deep. This is the one kids see in the history books. A lone man standing amid the dying and the dead.
"You have brought GeneCo to our attention and their proposition has balked this house long enough. A vote is needed and I-" the man stumbles and Rich starts to move forward, "...We trust you."
We as descent men have suspended democracy in favor of saving ourselves. Mankind was dying, and he held the means to either end it's suffering or pull it up from it's bed of death and into the light.
He can't say it.
They don't need to hear it because they've already made up their minds. Perhaps he has too. Historians debate the meaning of his words for eons to come.
Because technically he doesn't say anything. And the house asks for a vote and one-by-one the beleagured senators stand.
"Forgive Me."
I had. no. other. choice
Rated W for WHITETEXT.
The fate of a nation hung in the balance. It wasn't supposed to be like this..
"Members of the Senate, I must now ask for your votes..." The Vice President speaks with the aid of a talkbox-a device they invented to help people who's vocal cords were failing.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.. He is the only one who can sit up without help, the only one not attached to any machines. He's lucky. He's got good genetics- It's a pity you couldn't pass that to your children.
He shoves the thought from his head.
"On the one hand we are entrusted with the lives of the American People and we have taken sacred oaths to uphold these trusts..."
Caroline.. His Raven-haired daughter is dead, lying in a hospital bed-bodies heaped in frozen surprise. Margaret. Maggie's five years old and she has a brand new heart.
A brand new heart. "Call it a political incentive." He could be disbarred. He could loose his job, the press would eat him alive, but she can Run.
She couldn't do that. She still has to have physical therapy because the muscles in her legs were dead.
Not dying. dead.
"It's a question that we can't answer without hurting someone. The perfect legal quandary. Would the ends, the needs of the individual outweigh the needs of the many? We are asked to suspend ethics today and ask ourselves how much a single life is worth on a monentary scale."
His children
"This is no game. This is no internet blog or miscellanious census data. Our votes today determine the course not only of our generation but our children's future."
Two wrongs don't make a right.
His wife pleading with him at the kitchen counter and his children-his sons staring at an outside they were no longer aloud to visit and his daughters-his daughters-
"Senator Blake."
It's a historic picture. The Photographs are available in some record-room buried deep. This is the one kids see in the history books. A lone man standing amid the dying and the dead.
"You have brought GeneCo to our attention and their proposition has balked this house long enough. A vote is needed and I-" the man stumbles and Rich starts to move forward, "...We trust you."
We as descent men have suspended democracy in favor of saving ourselves. Mankind was dying, and he held the means to either end it's suffering or pull it up from it's bed of death and into the light.
He can't say it.
They don't need to hear it because they've already made up their minds. Perhaps he has too. Historians debate the meaning of his words for eons to come.
Because technically he doesn't say anything. And the house asks for a vote and one-by-one the beleagured senators stand.
"Forgive Me."
I had. no. other. choice