My name is Alejandro
Benitez. I'm the Military Advisor for the Latin American Union. I've
considered myself to be a military man my entire life. I've
comprehended and followed the ideals of the military outfit since
before the military division asked me for my shoe size. The soles of
honor, respect, and unity have filled the brim my constitution for as
long as I can remember. I thank God for being blessed with this
luxury. In Mexico, or rather all of Latin America, you are either
blessed with incredible discipline or copious ruthlessness. Both
attributes, sadly, are confined by violence. Anyway, enough of that.
Let's talk about what has occurred in the past year or so.
Before this machine, I was
attempting to retaliate against the vast amount of violence that has
pervaded Mexico and Brazil. I was asked to come to a peaceful
conclusion, but that “advice” was given to me by a group of
idiots. Those are the fools that look at the blood-stained statistics
and feel sympathy for those responsible. In the 21st
century, Mexico was dealing with an estimated 97% drug-related murder
rate that went unpunished. Brazil's numbers aren't at 97%, but it
would be if the military did not step it up a notch. I had trouble
with devising a plan on how to put a cap on this disaster. I was
advised to take precaution against the ruthless, but with numbers
that high I knew it was time to fight fire with fire.
Due to the lack of jobs
throughout the LAU, there was a tremendous increase in military
applicants – all of them searching to put an end untamed (which is
a tamed word to use) violence that is occurring within their beloved
country. It was simply a matter of differentiating the individuals
who were more tech-savvy with those who were ready for combat. Once
that phase came to a close, it was time for the war against drugs and
gang violence to become signed, sealed, and sent.
We won.
But then the machine became
the talk between the earthlings. I was informed of all types of
phenomenon. There was talk about aliens and, immediately, my head
began to spin. I try to evade such affairs – I'm a normal person.
Life in outer space is none of my business, and, to be frank, I was a
bit peeved at the fact that these creatures felt esteemed
enough to stick their sticky fingers into our livelihood. It felt
unnecessary, but that's the salty plate we were obliged with.
Then complexity began to grow like the Grinch's heart. Next thing I
know, I'm talking to Japanese folk about some machine. It was
overwhelming. I felt so much was occurring in such a short period of
time. Technology has appeared to made a grand leap over night. Were
we really contemplating sending a message back to them!?
I
thought about it for a couple days. I sat and studied the world
around me and though what's the worse that can happen?
I decided to support the construction of the machine. The world
needed change. A war is brought to life every other day, death
sentences were declared every other second, and life became a burden
for all who were being born. This machine was step one.
As I was
saying earlier, we congregated with Japan. I didn't want to reveal
anything. I didn't want to mention the tremendous increaVersion:1.0
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My name is Alejandro
Benitez. I'm the Military Advisor for the Latin American Union. I've
considered myself to be a military man my entire life. I've
comprehended and followed the ideals of the military outfit since
before the military division asked me for my shoe size. The soles of
honor, respect, and unity have filled the brim my constitution for as
long as I can remember. I thank God for being blessed with this
luxury. In Mexico, or rather all of Latin America, you are either
blessed with incredible discipline or copious ruthlessness. Both
attributes, sadly, are confined by violence. Anyway, enough of that.
Let's talk about what has occurred in the past year or so.
Before this machine, I was
attempting to retaliate against the vast amount of violence that has
pervaded Mexico and Brazil. I was asked to come to a peaceful
conclusion, but that “advice” was given to me by a group of
idiots. Those are the fools that look at the blood-stained statistics
and feel sympathy for those responsible. In the 21st
century, Mexico was dealing with an estimated 97% drug-related murder
rate that went unpunished. Brazil's numbers aren't at 97%, but it
would be if the military did not step it up a notch. I had trouble
with devising a plan on how to put a cap on this disaster. I was
advised to take precaution against the ruthless, but with numbers
that high I knew it was time to fight fire with fire.
Due to the lack of jobs
throughout the LAU, there was a tremendous increase in military
applicants – all of them searching to put an end untamed (which is
a tamed word to use) violence that is occurring within their beloved
country. It was simply a matter of differentiating the individuals
who were more tech-savvy with those who were ready for combat. Once
that phase came to a close, it was time for the war against drugs and
gang violence to become signed, sealed, and sent.
We won.
But then the machine became
the talk between the earthlings. I was informed of all types of
phenomenon. There was talk about aliens and, immediately, my head
began to spin. I try to evade such affairs – I'm a normal person.
Life in outer space is none of my business, and, to be frank, I was a
bit peeved at the fact that these creatures felt esteemed
enough to stick their sticky fingers into our livelihood. It felt
unnecessary, but that's the salty plate we were obliged with.
Then complexity began to grow like the Grinch's heart. Next thing I
know, I'm talking to Japanese folk about some machine. It was
overwhelming. I felt so much was occurring in such a short period of
time. Technology has appeared to made a grand leap over night. Were
we really contemplating sending a message back to them!?
I
thought about it for a couple days. I sat and studied the world
around me and though what's the worse that can happen?
I decided to support the construction of the machine. The world
needed change. A war is brought to life every other day, death
sentences were declared every other second, and life became a burden
for all who were being born. This machine was step one.
As I was
saying earlier, we congregated with Japan. I didn't want to reveal
anything. I didn't want to mention the tremendous increase in our
military, I didn't want to mention our vast amount of land, and I
definitely didn't want to mention the new elements we had at our
disposal (REE's). I wanted to be the most discreet nation on this
wasteland. All out of necessity of course. I figured they would be
secretive too, but they seemed especially eager to endeavor with us.
After an extensive and tedious discussion about our scheme we came to
a consensus. We would construct the machine in Latin America with
funding from other countries such as the United States and Russia. I
personally did not think twice about the other countries that decided
not to become involved with the machine. That's their business.
Anyway,
next thing I know the machine is built and the button was to be
pressed immediately. I thought I was going to die when the button was
pushed. I remember I had my headphones. I was listening to a re-make
of Stairway to Heaven by Rodrigo y Gabriela. An
absolutely beautiful track with tremendous significance to the power
and purpose of music and life itself. Those chords are a symbol of
unity. Two incredible Mexican guitarists adapted an American
milestone. Two diverse harmonic souls were embedded together to
produce an alluring, angelic commodity. I stood prepared to parish
with a smirk on my Anthony Quinn. I smirked as the world turned dark.
The smirk became a smile when I realized what had happened. We were
given a new sleight. Who would have though? We can now steer towards
prosperity. We can flourish. Peace, love, respect, and unity is
finally a grasp away.
I'm
beyond content with the outcome of it all. I said earlier that I was
discontent with the aliens having made contact with us, but that
frustration became gratitude. We couldn't save ourselves. We can
inspire change, but we could never find ways to maneuver it. We
needed creatures that weren't bound by earth's unstable conventions.
We needed help from others. I am thankful.se in our
military, I didn't want to mention our vast amount of land, and I
definitely didn't want to mention the new elements we had at our
disposal (REE's). I wanted to be the most discreet nation on this
wasteland. All out of necessity of course. I figured they would be
secretive too, but they seemed especially eager to endeavor with us.
After an extensive and tedious discussion about our scheme we came to
a consensus. We would construct the machine in Latin America with
funding from other countries such as the United States and Russia. I
personally did not think twice about the other countries that decided
not to become involved with the machine. That's their business.
Anyway,
next thing I know the machine is built and the button was to be
pressed immediately. I thought I was going to die when the button was
pushed. I remember I had my headphones. I was listening to a re-make
of Stairway to Heaven by Rodrigo y Gabriela. An
absolutely beautiful track with tremendous significance to the power
and purpose of music and life itself. Those chords are a symbol of
unity. Two incredible Mexican guitarists adapted an American
milestone. Two diverse harmonic souls were embedded together to
produce an alluring, angelic commodity. I stood prepared to parish
with a smirk on my Anthony Quinn. I smirked as the world turned dark.
The smirk became a smile when I realized what had happened. We were
given a new sleight. Who would have though? We can now steer towards
prosperity. We can flourish. Peace, love, respect, and unity is
finally a grasp away.
I'm
beyond content with the outcome of it all. I said earlier that I was
discontent with the aliens having made contact with us, but that
frustration became gratitude. We couldn't save ourselves. We can
inspire change, but we could never find ways to maneuver it. We
needed creatures that weren't bound by earth's unstable conventions.
We needed help from others. I am thankful.
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