*walks along the hall sees huge fountains of blood flow into two separate streams along the hall, continues to walk until i come across a chair, a simple chair to mortal eyes but in the eyes of the exceptional; a throne. i take my place before it and sit, feeling my life regenerate. i activate a device and the throne decends through the ground, i come face to face with hundreds apon hundreds of monitors watching different people, generals, soldiers, pedestrants, politisions and presidents and with each monitor has a microphone, i speak into in and begin speaking to the President of the united states, whispering into his ear, giving him commands to continue the war in Iracq, raise food prices, and give a speece to America to give him more money for the bankers and inland revenue, steal their money, kill for the money, make him believe money is important, more than family, friends, his people. i switch off the mic and think of new ideas for tomorrow*