Chinese Nationalism
07-01-2004, 11:33
New York, 2200
Lin sat down at his newly acquired office with joy. It was very hard work getting this piece of prime New York estate, especially with the nearby suburbs up in flames and damage to other central New York buildings due to the rioting which had plagued the city for the past month or so. It was time to relax and thank God for his blessings.
Nice wife...good kids...nice career
As Lin thought of his career, he fondled the Chinese insignia that was attached to his garment.
Premier Lin, Chinese Nationalist Party
No time for much more dreaming, he thought. It was time to get his newly-acquired nation back on it's feet. With a sense of mission, he cleared the leftover sundries from the former regime off his desk. A smell of blood waffed up from many of the books and weapons that was once treasured by the previous administration. Lin took a chair from the desk and stepped on it, trying to reach for the slightly burned (but still in good condition) Stars and stripes that was pinned onto the back of the walls.
"Gotcha." he said aloud.
Aiming at the dustbin, he wrapped up the former American flag and moved with his arms to throw it. He looked again at the flag and lowered his arms. It would make a fitting memento to his journey to New York.
Lin sat down at his newly acquired office with joy. It was very hard work getting this piece of prime New York estate, especially with the nearby suburbs up in flames and damage to other central New York buildings due to the rioting which had plagued the city for the past month or so. It was time to relax and thank God for his blessings.
Nice wife...good kids...nice career
As Lin thought of his career, he fondled the Chinese insignia that was attached to his garment.
Premier Lin, Chinese Nationalist Party
No time for much more dreaming, he thought. It was time to get his newly-acquired nation back on it's feet. With a sense of mission, he cleared the leftover sundries from the former regime off his desk. A smell of blood waffed up from many of the books and weapons that was once treasured by the previous administration. Lin took a chair from the desk and stepped on it, trying to reach for the slightly burned (but still in good condition) Stars and stripes that was pinned onto the back of the walls.
"Gotcha." he said aloud.
Aiming at the dustbin, he wrapped up the former American flag and moved with his arms to throw it. He looked again at the flag and lowered his arms. It would make a fitting memento to his journey to New York.