Anarchy

Anarchy:
Nature’s Little Rebellions


The Capitol was abuzz.
Every Representative and Senator were present, and Congress was about to meet in special session to discuss the Constitutionality of recent scientific discoveries, and whether they were worth the risk of allowing them to continue.
The Speaker of the House took the floor, his speech, as well as his stance on the issue, already well prepared.
“My fellow Representatives.” He began, “I think we all know why this special session has been called. The recent scientific discovery of so-called ‘Anarchy Nodes’ have changed the way we view the world around us.” Here he paused to let the thought sink in, “Now I know many bills have been introduced to deal with these discoveries, and I know that many of you have constituents who would love to see these bills passed, but in my estimation these new discoveries are too dange---“
The source of his pause was seen by all, for a new speaker had taken the floor, a well-dressed man in a well-fit pin-striped black suit with a large over-coat that had fur lining the neck. He carried a cane in his right hand, and his left… Was gone, replaced by a theatrical hook that glinted in the brightly lit room.
Silence reigned, the Representatives and the Speaker all looked around and began mumbling at once many called for security to take the man away, but a single strike of the man’s cane on the House floor killed the protests, and silence took over again. The man brushed back his surprisingly messy black and white hair, revealing eyes that glowed in the bright light and glinted more than his hook of a left hand.
“My dear Representatives, and Speaker,” here he paused to issue a polite bow to the Speaker, “You are gathered here to discuss the new discoveries of this past decade, and I am here to give you the happy news that you are also here to witness the dawn of a new age, and I will be the shepherd of this new age!”
He threw up his arms in grand theatrical fashion as if expecting great applause and adulation from the dumbfounded Representatives. One by one, they began to laugh, until the whole hall was filled with the noise. But the Speaker wasn’t laughing, for he saw the change in the man’s face. He was still smiling, but a deep anger had entered his glinting eyes, and once more he smashed his cane to the floor for silence.
“I see you don’t quite understand yet.” With this he drew his hand up and a small black object appeared there, growing in size. “This is the advancement you thought was so dangerous Speaker, with good reason.”
He readdressed the gathered men, who were no longer laughing as security rushed down towards the floor to capture the man, this was no longer a funny incident with an insane man, this was a threat to the United States Congress.
“I rather hope you survive this Speaker, I want to see how your country reacts to this new terrorism I’m concocting.” The man smiled one last time and brought his hand down.
The guards on the ground outside heard only a rumble, and then the whole Capitol came crashing to the ground. Rubble and shards of masonry flew everywhere killing half of those still outside, crushing cars and splitting the grounds.
The destruction quieted to a hush as dust began to settle a single man walked away from the destruction unscathed. The man with the hook sauntered out of the wreckage and surveyed his handiwork. “Now my little sheep, what shall you do with this new world?”