Reich Mare
The year 2003 A.D. in the Americas. Year 47 HH in Europe under the Fourth Reich Regime. American Woodstock liberalism and the new jazz movement is sweeping through underground Europe. The Reich youth, like any youth, are embracing anything controversial that would anger their parents. There are young officers who were doing the same thing.
The first black officer of the SS had a medal pinned to his chest last week, for instance. The young ones, no matter their race, were anxious to serve for the glorious 4th Reich Europe, citing that their inner Aryan was probably more faithful and loyal that many of the meek and tender blue-eyed ghosts of German heritage. Such inflammatory rhetoric caused controversy but also brought attention to their fearless attitudes. It would be stupid to turn down manpower determined to help the empire and this was a new age.
The Japanese and Russians were staunch allies and over the last four decades in the booming post-war Europe, technology and commerce had risen in place of poverty and the broken stranglehold of the moneylending vermin. The conquered Europeans had intermarried and mingled with the Eastern Europeans and the Asiatics. Half-breeds were tolerated. The resulting beauties with their Slavic cheekbones and epicanthic folds had started to supercede the outdated Aryan ideal.
America’s economy was failing and while it was not economical to fight them conventionally, it was in everyone’s interests to wait and see how long it would take that country to starve. Some of the political commentary in today’s newspapers were calling it a Kalter Kreig or ‘cold war’.
Hitler’s daughter was ruling with a penchant for experimentation. The future did not lie with her father’s hatred, she said in her speeches. She said that his hatred had only opened the door and freed us from soft, restrictive ideals. She talked of a future where Aryans are recognized by their deeds and initiative, not by the colour of their skin or hair.
Controversial and beautiful, Hitler’s daughter was short with the same dark Austrian hair as her father. It was her who started the institution of throwing your extra change in the street for The Judengeists. There were bedtime stories of the ghosts of the dead race roaming the streets and still looking for change. She started the institution of ordering one extra drink at last call for The Judengeists and pouring it onto the sidewalk on the way home.
She opened up the labs and freed the homeless kept there. She decreed that only prisoners guilty of heinous crimes were to be experimented on. German medicine had come far. Top in the world when it came to longevity drugs, plastic surgery and prosthetic limbs. There were still discoveries to be made, she said, but only by using the guilty. The subtle accusation hidden in the statement by lumping the scientists in with the subjects was not lost on the scientific community. There was no doubt about how punishment would be meted out. The scientists would end up on their own bloody tables if they dared dismiss her rules in their dark laboratories.
She had the gift of her father’s rhetoric. She said in no uncertain terms that the future lay not in compassion but neither did it lie in brutality. She said in a historic speech that some things, while fragile, were still valuable to the empire. She was referring to smart minds of gentle people. Even degenerates can see the beauty in the world of our new Empire, she said. Let them paint.
Chancellor Hesta. Heil Hesta.
She, herself, had a penchant for the music of the Americas and allowed their import into the underground. She understood more than her father that pride and brutality needed a soft edge, a down time, to succeed.
She administered the shot that killed Hitler in his hospital bed. Grey-haired, drooling, and given to fits at the end, it was the ministry’s decree that he be put out of his misery by his then sixteen-year-old daughter. The photograph is famous. Her chin is tucked into her chest and her straight black hair is falling over her eyes as she depresses the plunger on the syringe. The resemblance to her father in that moment in unmistakable and is belied only by a twinkle in her eye. His hand is grasping at the front of her uniform. If one squints just right, the shadow from his clawed hand coupled with his bent fingers almost forms a swastika.
She is the face of The United Reich Territories. She is feared and loved.
She has charm greater than her father. She is patient.
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The first black officer of the SS had a medal pinned to his chest last week, for instance. The young ones, no matter their race, were anxious to serve for the glorious 4th Reich Europe, citing that their inner Aryan was probably more faithful and loyal that many of the meek and tender blue-eyed ghosts of German heritage. Such inflammatory rhetoric caused controversy but also brought attention to their fearless attitudes. It would be stupid to turn down manpower determined to help the empire and this was a new age.
The Japanese and Russians were staunch allies and over the last four decades in the booming post-war Europe, technology and commerce had risen in place of poverty and the broken stranglehold of the moneylending vermin. The conquered Europeans had intermarried and mingled with the Eastern Europeans and the Asiatics. Half-breeds were tolerated. The resulting beauties with their Slavic cheekbones and epicanthic folds had started to supercede the outdated Aryan ideal.
America’s economy was failing and while it was not economical to fight them conventionally, it was in everyone’s interests to wait and see how long it would take that country to starve. Some of the political commentary in today’s newspapers were calling it a Kalter Kreig or ‘cold war’.
Hitler’s daughter was ruling with a penchant for experimentation. The future did not lie with her father’s hatred, she said in her speeches. She said that his hatred had only opened the door and freed us from soft, restrictive ideals. She talked of a future where Aryans are recognized by their deeds and initiative, not by the colour of their skin or hair.
Controversial and beautiful, Hitler’s daughter was short with the same dark Austrian hair as her father. It was her who started the institution of throwing your extra change in the street for The Judengeists. There were bedtime stories of the ghosts of the dead race roaming the streets and still looking for change. She started the institution of ordering one extra drink at last call for The Judengeists and pouring it onto the sidewalk on the way home.
She opened up the labs and freed the homeless kept there. She decreed that only prisoners guilty of heinous crimes were to be experimented on. German medicine had come far. Top in the world when it came to longevity drugs, plastic surgery and prosthetic limbs. There were still discoveries to be made, she said, but only by using the guilty. The subtle accusation hidden in the statement by lumping the scientists in with the subjects was not lost on the scientific community. There was no doubt about how punishment would be meted out. The scientists would end up on their own bloody tables if they dared dismiss her rules in their dark laboratories.
She had the gift of her father’s rhetoric. She said in no uncertain terms that the future lay not in compassion but neither did it lie in brutality. She said in a historic speech that some things, while fragile, were still valuable to the empire. She was referring to smart minds of gentle people. Even degenerates can see the beauty in the world of our new Empire, she said. Let them paint.
Chancellor Hesta. Heil Hesta.
She, herself, had a penchant for the music of the Americas and allowed their import into the underground. She understood more than her father that pride and brutality needed a soft edge, a down time, to succeed.
She administered the shot that killed Hitler in his hospital bed. Grey-haired, drooling, and given to fits at the end, it was the ministry’s decree that he be put out of his misery by his then sixteen-year-old daughter. The photograph is famous. Her chin is tucked into her chest and her straight black hair is falling over her eyes as she depresses the plunger on the syringe. The resemblance to her father in that moment in unmistakable and is belied only by a twinkle in her eye. His hand is grasping at the front of her uniform. If one squints just right, the shadow from his clawed hand coupled with his bent fingers almost forms a swastika.
She is the face of The United Reich Territories. She is feared and loved.
She has charm greater than her father. She is patient.
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