"A dozen eyes, all fixed on me, in an instantaneous moment of desparation and determination, a thousand heads all turning to see what the world would look like tomorrow, a million hands reaching out for mercy, a Billion souls hanging in the balance, all this, and people wonder why I withdrew." The professor at the front of the hall put down a small book he had in his hands, removing his reading glasses and addressing the class, "Mr. Nikita Krushchev on hi decision to withdraw Nuclear Missiles from the Cuban Islands." Omar scratched lazily at his neck, wondering when the class would let out. The Nega-Reality studies class was by far the easiest class at USC, the professor bombarded them with a million possibilities of a single historic event, sometimes wasting several weeks on one event, then having everyone simply write a paper on an outcome and it's situations. Dr. Culrik moved around his lecture table and leaned back on it, motioning to a large poster of the World on an opposite wall, "Had the Russian Premier not removed those missles, the United States would have possibly launched a preemptive strike on the USSR, thereby leading to a Soviet retaliation on the US' allies and the US mainland itself." He stood up and quickly rushed over to the board, "Or, The US could have invaded the Cuban Isles and forcibly capture and destroy the missile sites and missiles themselves, or the missiles could have been fired into the heartland of the US, wiping out the Breadbasket, again leading to a US retaliation on the Russian homeland, and with the destruction of that breadbasket the ensuing Nuclear winter would have devastated agricutlure, starving billions, and even more would die from the radiation clouds spreading over the continents." Omar raised his paw, his right ear limp from disintrest. "Yes Mr. Omar?" "Sir, I thought that the US would only launch strikes against Russia, not an Island so close to the US coast." "while that is true, President Kennedy would have wanted to eliminate any chance of the Russians launching their missles in desperation of an invasion of the islands." Omar shrugged and laid his head back onto his arms, eyes falling shut. "Well Class, unfortunately we have run out of time to push into this subject further, however in the past 5 days we have successfully covered the politics and climate of the times, so I would hope that you have an understanding of the numerous possibilities of this single Crisis, your assignment will be to write a paper on a situation of your choosing, and your concoction, now keep it within the realm of possibility, I dont want another paper giving the possibility of Aliens from Mars forcing the superpowers to create world peace." A light chuckle rose from the crowd, with one of the students standing up proudly, then being quickly bombarded by crumpled up papers and pencils. The Professor smiled and checked his watch, "Good day class."
Omar yawned loudly as he walked through the main gates, searching for his car in the jumble of compacts and trucks littering the parking lot. "Omiiii!" Omar felt a slight punch on his back, and he quickly overreacted, letting out a loud growl, "My Spleen!" Omar Brushed one of his long ears out of his eyes, smiling at the human shaking his head. Ricky stood about Omar's height, with broader shoulders and a slightly more build body. Ricky wrapped his arm around Omar's neck, playfully biting one of his ears, "so Omi, what we up to tonight?" Omar rolled his eyes and started walking while still in Ricky's grasp, "nothing tonight dude, I need to finish up some work for my Buisness management class."
[im kinda in a bind, I'll post more in a sec."
Topic: Into the Depths of the Utter Abyss (Read 1862 times)