Despare moved as slowly as he could.  A misstep now, any miscalculation at all, could mean the end.  He had worked much too hard to fail like this. He pressed on, quietly. When he tried the catch again, it gave. 

     He let out his breath slowly and closed his eyes. He was in. 

     The light clicked on. 

     Shit. 

     “…Pat?” she asked, the sleep heavy in her voice. 

      He said nothing. 

     Shit! 

     “What the hell time is it?” she began to rummage around on the bed to look for her…

Dowd was not a fool. Not really.  Part of his “Electability” was that he had to portray a certain simple mindedness that would allow him to connect with the common person because they were his target audience. The worldwide social media revolution had given voice and access to all, regardless of level of education or political stake.  The vox populi was starting to talk back to its masters, nipping at the scraps before the meal was finished. Of course, the irony lay in the fact that the public education…

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INT. BRIDGE OF STARSHIP- INDETERMINATE TIME

        Fire. An Alarm is blaring. 

       All the alarms are blaring 

        Voices are everywhere, yelling, some crying. The indistinct cacophony of panic. 

        We pull back to see a well maintained but not overly handsome everyman in the foreground of the shot. He wears   the uniform of the organization he represents.

        This is our captain. This is our salvation. 

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