Tom Pistone
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Sci-Fi/Fantasy enthusiast. Boston Born. Sports lover. Big time important dad. Husband to the J-Bird.
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Regrets
Regrets - by Tom Pistone The days were getting colder. The gray clouds would sometimes take on hues of green and red through the day as storms would rage and wane in our self-made nuclear winter. It’s been seven years since a Russian computer virus went rogue and sent our entire world into the dark. The idea was simple enough, Russia wanted to play some games on its Chinese and US rivals after yet another set of sanctions by the UN. They sent a virus through an attachment in an email to poor sucker named Charlie Brown. I kid you not, a guy named Charlie Brown, an engineer over at the Seabrook Plant just north of Boston, caused the Nuclear Apocalypse by mistaking a Russian Virus for his daily political meme making fun of all those Liberals he couldn’t stand. Once the virus took hold, it was only supposed to give the Russians visibility into our grid and analytics with a kill code to shut down the grid in case of a war level event, but the virus had some flaws in its code that ended up turning it into the deadliest computer virus the world would ever know. A developer somewhere in Siberia forgot a simple semicolon in his code, and it sent an infinite loop of damage throughout the system, eventually making its way into the reactor coolant systems. By the end of the day, Seabrook was a Chernobyl level event. By the end of the week the fallout blew radioactive death-clouds across the Atlantic to Europe and eventually right back to Russia. Thousands died in the Northeast from the initial blast, but the fallout killed a million more in radiation poisoning, birth defects and cancer. After that, the fingers pointed, the voices grew into anger, and War was declared. Not against Russia… no this was across the isles of the Capitol. Civil War. Conservatives wanted to go to war with Russia in retaliation. Liberals wanted to take a more conservative approach and apply more sanctions before bloodshed. A protest broke out in front of the Capitol, it turned ugly. A high profile conservative talk show/blabbermouth got a Molotov cocktail to the face right on live TV, burning its reporters with live mics and cameras on. It was brutal. And it was the last straw. Governors in the South held rallies. Politicians began talks of secession and declared war on the North. They sent troops, and shot rockets at NYC. It was pure chaos. And a scary time to be alive. Well our Civil war turned into a unique situation for all those other world powers looking to assert themselves. More finger pointing, more shouting, and then more rockets. But this time across the ocean. Rockets were shot in all directions by an itchy trigger finger turning cities into rubble and turning our world into a cesspool of radioactive pollution and decay.
By Tom Pistone3 years ago in Fiction