TERRA EMPIRE: ON THE EVE OF WORLD WAR

EPISODE 55: FIFTY MILLION DOLLARS FOR THE PRESIDENT

As Lana said, Vector drove her to Lynbrook High in just half an hour from her apartment. The vehicle did not fly because the traffic around Jordan's apartment made Lana not want to show off, but the speed was astounding. The size is not too large and aerodynamic makes the vehicle can maneuver in such a way among other cars that pass on the streets of San Francisco.

Jordan was unnerved not because of his speed or luxurious interior, but rather on the reality of how the car was running without a driver. Lana did not lie to Sally when she told her that she was not the one who was carrying the car, nor that she had a driver. It's just that the girl didn't tell him that the driver of the car was Vector himself.

He and Lana sat in the back while in the driver's seat there was no one but a bench with a small computer-controlled steering wheel on the dashboard. Professor McQueen inserted the program into the computer so that it knew the shortest path to Lynbrook High by estimating congestion and the maximum speed it could reach. And the man had a good sense of humor because he was displaying his own face on the computer, as if he was watching Lana go to school.

“Daddy is developing a new model using electrical technology as a replacement for fuel oil from this model. Said the model would be faster than this one, Lana's” commented as Jordan expressed her admiration for the car.

“I don't know how fast Professor McQueen is trying to reach. This car alone has been amazing for me,” Jordan said.

“Daddy is never satisfied, he is always willing to develop something from what already exists, even if it is his own findings,” said Lana.

“He's a creative person. And I see the same creativity in you.”

"When in the pantry Machina Factory do you mean?”

"Yeah!”

“Genesis there came up with an idea to make you this,” the girl handed over a package to Jordan.

“What is this?” Jordan accepted it in astonishment and a bit clumsy. “It's not Christmas yet and nor is it my birthday.”

“Just open,” says Lana.

Jordan opened the wrapping paper and found it contained a bright blue ves vest, a Vector they were driving. The material is confusing, a little like wool but also there is a linen impression, too, the pattern of the small holes made it resemble something made in a knitting way but there was something behind it that was clay which showed that it was not knitted at all.

“It will protect you,” comment Lana.

"Protect me?”

“Why don't you wear them all? It fits your shirt.” inevitably Jordan does what Lana asks, and as the girl says, her ves vests are not only compatible with her clothes but also give a warm feeling. Lana looks satisfied, “Just wear it as long as you're at school huh. The gift I made over the weekend.”

“Thank you,” says Jordan.

“Not as big as my thanks because you saved me and daddy. Believe no? I had a nightmare after coming home from Machina Factory,” Lana said.

“I too..” Jordan said although he refused to admit that he cried so knowing the fate of the criminals before Lana told him this morning.

“I don't know what President Tramp is feeling, but daddy told me that Mr. Duncan Tramp today is keeping all Machina Factory staff engaged for a week. He said to heal the trauma, whereas according to daddy maybe it was Duncan Tramp's own trauma.”

The title attached under the broadcaster's image from the CNN TV channel read, ‘The Most Desirable Person in Iran.’ It first aired a video that appeared to be made in the middle-eastern country. The man with the black turban and the thick beard spoke, and seemed to be an important person because he was surrounded by many supporters who wore the uniform of a certain party. He spoke a lot in a language that Lana and Jordan did not understand before the speech finally explained what he said before.

“Usaha ****** kill Tramp in their own city in America show the world that this person is indeed hated, even by his own people. It is a shame that the attempt failed because we, the Iranian people, dared to give fifty million dollars in return to whoever managed to kill the Tramp and bring his head to us. Listen to our resolve, because all the Iranian people are talking.”

The next image shows hundreds of people in Tehran flocking to the cashier of a bank to send money to an account addressed to BMJII, Iran's Islamic Jomhouri Markazi Bank, which is entrusted with keeping the money in return. The broadcaster there interviewed one of the residents who gave their money to the BMJII account to ask about his motivation.

“This is our attitude, the attitude of the entire Iranian people, to take part against tyrants. They may claim to enter another country to secure their citizens who are abducted by locals, or when that country protects the ******* the most dangerous* in the world they are looking for. But when they kill our citizens.our heroes.right in our own backyard. Therefore, it is time for me, along with all Iranians, to declare resistance.”

The newsreader's expression exuded a concerned attitude accompanied by a slight mimic that said that he responded to it as a joke, “Fifty million dollars were offered in return for killing President Tramp. As if what happened to him last weekend wasn't enough. All authorities such as the CIA, FBI, or Secret Service will certainly not stay silent to see how seriously Iranians collect money in return

“And President Tramp apparently also felt the need to respond to this by talking directly. Look forward to what he thinks in our exclusive interview tonight with the President of the United State of America 50 million dollars for the President's head is the worst joke of the year.”.

Jordan looked at Lana, “Fifty million dollars?”

“The world is crazy!” lana said while turning off the TV.

Jordan could hardly believe it when the car stopped and they had arrived at Lynbrook High, but it felt like he and Lana had been chatting for a while. Vector lowered the two in a deserted alley about two hundred meters from the school gate. Lana seems to have deliberately asked to be dismissed there so as not to attract attention. After the two get off, the vehicle closes its doors automatically and then climbs into the air, before returning to Lana's house and leaving the two in the alley.

"Honey you did not have time to ride it while flying,” Lana laughed to see Jordan gaped. “The problem is daddy does not really like if his creation that has not been introduced to the public attracts unnecessary attention.”

“It's okay! I'm happy to see him drifting,” Jordan responded.

“OK, you should see Mr. Miller's at seven, isn't he?”

“Jam seven exactly,” sahut Jordan by mimicking the speech style of the school janitor. “Still fifteen more minutes.”

“Will be better for you, won't it? Giving a good impression on him on the first day of detention is important,” always Lana to remind that they come so early is not for fun.

“Ya..ya...well! Where are you going?”

“I want breakfast to Pippi’s Pie. Their homemade pie is delicious, especially if it is eaten warm when hungry as I feel now,” replied Lana.

“Yeah, baby I've had breakfast,” Jordan chirps.

“And have to work on detention..” Lana adds with a big smile.

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