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that Gio-obsessed friend of mine that I've mentioned before was in town until this morning, so one of the things we did was to challenge each other to ficlet-writing things. So here's one I did for her request that I write about the Boss.
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Odd, I've never thought of it this way before.
Perhaps it's one of those things, you know? One of those little things you just overlook. But I pride myself on being observant.
And I came about it strangely, too. I was locking up the Gym for the night, about to head to my car. The driver was waiting, I remember, and I had Persian at my side as always. And that's when it hit me.
When I rule the world...what then? Certainly the goal of unity will have been achieved, but what will my role in it be?
They will need a strong leader, this I know. But will it be me? Perhaps all my energy will be expended in the effort. I know I will live to see it, but I do not know what part I will play.
Perhaps I will retire then. But could I really? I have poured my life into this team, making it what it is, building it up from the rag-tag little organization my mother ran for wealth. We operate on three continents, and have over five hundred thousand members.
But what is it all for? Why do we seek to unite the world under a singular rule? Why place the whole of the world under one who could very well break?
I stood there for a moment, my hand on the door. My driver must have been concerned, because he came up to me and rested a hand on my arm. That jolted me from my reverie, and I left the building behind me and returned home.
But that night I had the thoughts again.
I wonder if it's a sign. I wonder if all this has taken its toll. I suppose I will always be a Rocket, in my heart, no matter what.
In the dark, I lay back against the satin sheets--another reminder of my station.
Perhaps things will be clear in the morning.
But for now I need to rest.
***
Odd, I've never thought of it this way before.
Perhaps it's one of those things, you know? One of those little things you just overlook. But I pride myself on being observant.
And I came about it strangely, too. I was locking up the Gym for the night, about to head to my car. The driver was waiting, I remember, and I had Persian at my side as always. And that's when it hit me.
When I rule the world...what then? Certainly the goal of unity will have been achieved, but what will my role in it be?
They will need a strong leader, this I know. But will it be me? Perhaps all my energy will be expended in the effort. I know I will live to see it, but I do not know what part I will play.
Perhaps I will retire then. But could I really? I have poured my life into this team, making it what it is, building it up from the rag-tag little organization my mother ran for wealth. We operate on three continents, and have over five hundred thousand members.
But what is it all for? Why do we seek to unite the world under a singular rule? Why place the whole of the world under one who could very well break?
I stood there for a moment, my hand on the door. My driver must have been concerned, because he came up to me and rested a hand on my arm. That jolted me from my reverie, and I left the building behind me and returned home.
But that night I had the thoughts again.
I wonder if it's a sign. I wonder if all this has taken its toll. I suppose I will always be a Rocket, in my heart, no matter what.
In the dark, I lay back against the satin sheets--another reminder of my station.
Perhaps things will be clear in the morning.
But for now I need to rest.