worked in a nonpartisan manner with the sole driving philosophy of understanding the Tau Ceti problem and shoring up America's national security to prevent attacks like the one we had yesterday in Orlando, Florida, and against Luna City. If the quantum membrane transportation technology details were kept Top Secret, how, I ask you, Mr. Speaker, did a Separatist battle cruiser appear in Lunarspace with the intent to detonate dead center of the great Luna City? How did Separatists take control of the AIs of the great American monument that is Walt Disney World? We are fortunate that our great soldiers of the United States military stood in their way and stopped them. Again, how, Mr. Speaker, were the fanatic followers of the Separatist leader Elle Ahmi able to come so close to killing millions of American citizens on the Moon before our defense net even knew there was a ship coming? And how did they manage to place weapons in the hands of the crazed robots at an amusement park and likewise murder more than forty civilians in the process?
'The reason is quite simple, Mr. Speaker. Somehow, the Separatists were given the designs of the transportation technology! Mr. Speaker, I want to call attention to my colleagues here tonight and to the American people listening and watching throughout our great system to this article found in the July 1, 2385, issue of
'Mr. Speaker, there is only one explanation. The White House, in 2385, leaked this document to
'But how deep does the problem go, Mr. Speaker? When this article first appeared, the Department of Defense, the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence, the Defense Appropriations Committee, and the FBI all began internal investigations as to who would have leaked this design of the QMT-4 to this particular magazine. It is only today that we reveal that the article was based on real classified technology. Mr. Speaker, on several occasions, I have been approached by members of these investigations that were told to stop the investigation because they knew where it was going to lead!
'In this hand, I hold a document that will indeed tell us where the investigation was going to lead. This is a manifest of campaign funds for the Republican National Convention for the previous two elections. On page two hundred and thirty-one of the document, we see that there is an allotment of funds that add up to be on the order of a billion dollars to the RNC from more than thirteen different suspected Separatist sympathizer organizations. At the time of the elections, this information would have been little more than information to be spun against the RNC candidate as sympathizing or having a soft spot for the Separatists. But in light of the events on Mars, the Moon, and in Orlando, I say we can no longer follow that line of reasoning.
'Mr. Speaker, I call tonight to the American people for an official authority to impeach the president of the United States of America on the grounds of treason for leaking information to the press that in turn has led to the deaths over forty American citizens and put at risk many more!'
'Hear, hear!' erupted from left side of the house. The DNC- dominated Congress all had a finger they could point and now somewhere to point it besides toward themselves. The White House was the perfect patsy, and the timing two days before the election couldn't have been better. Amaka finished her speech and stood tall and stern at the podium, looking up at the speaker for a motion and welling with pride at the response her speech was getting. Amaka had been thrilled when the DNC had approached her about making this speech. A political move of this caliber would place her in the higher echelon of the DNC and possibly catapult her career even higher.
'Harrumph!' Congresswoman Howard rose, applauding and shouting.
'Order! Order!' The Speaker of the House banged the gavel a few times. 'Do I have acknowledgment for the motion on the floor? Mr. Talbot of New Zealand, you are recognized!'
'The great state of New Zealand seconds the motion to vote for impeachment proceedings, Mr. Speaker!' The Democrat politician pumped his fist in the air and then clapped his hands.
'We have a second of the motion. We will all now vote yea or nay to proceed with an impeachment process of the president of the United States.' The speaker banged the gavel once again. 'Open voting will be allowed for three minutes.'
Alexander leaned back in his chair, letting his bathrobe hang loose a moment, and then he picked up his coffe mug. He laughed to himself at the presidential seal on the mug that matched the one on his robe. The coffee was warm and extra harsh with no sugar, and it was barely enough to snap him out of his morning haze, not to mention the hangover from the stimulants he had taken. The doctor had offered him some counteragents for the drugs, but he wanted to feel the remains of the previous day. It made him remember it more vividly, and it would stick in his mind longer, but it would also help him deal with it and put it behind him. The previous day's events had been plenty to keep him awake most of the night. He had had nightmare after nightmare that Sehera and Deanna hadn't made it out safely. His nightmares pissed him off.
After the marines had mopped up in Orlando, he had dropped to the city in his armored e-suit and surveyed the damage. The damned AI bots had caused a serious mess, and it would take billions of dollars to fix the amusement parks. Disney was already pressuring the White House to let them in to start the cleanup and repair so business could get back to usual. Every day, more than half a million people filtered through the Walt Disney World complex and the corporation was losing millions of dollars with each sunset. Moore didn't care. He wanted to make certain that something like that would never happen again, and the parks would have to stay closed until the Secret Service and the FBI had finished their investigations. Besides, he was still having trouble coping with the roller coaster of emotions from the previous day, and now the damned Dems were trying to impeach him. That was a crock of shit. What was the point of trying to impeach him just a couple days before the election? Moore was sure that the Dems had nothing on him, so the impeachment couldn't stick. It was just a piece of very nasty pastisan politics.
Abigail had warned him that there was something brewing on the Hill, but he hadn't expected this after the terrorist attacks at Orlando and Luna City. She was convinced that this was nothing more than a DNC ploy to sway the election and get Alberts back in, but labeling him as a traitor was over the top. Way over the top. He flipped the channel to ENN to see what his old buddy Gail Fehrer had to say about it.
'The Dems and the Indies are having a field day with yesterday's events, and they are claiming that security leaks from the White House were not only careless but intentional.' The ENN news anchor woman turned to look into a different camera and made a sour face. 'That smells of political posturing and gaming to me. Look at this footage from yesterday. This is ENN exclusive footage purchased from the Disney Corporation. It is conglomerated from several different camera angles.' She nodded to roll the video.
Video from inside the Magic Kingdom began. It became quite clear that there was a group of people taking cover behind a small rock wall in a corner by an amphitheater. The video paused, and a circle was drawn around a man and then another around a woman and a child.
'This is President Moore, and this is the First Lady and their daughter, here.' The circles had brighter contrast than the rest of the scene for a moment. 'Now watch this,' Fehrer's voice said. The circle containing the president zoomed in to see his face. It was clear he was cursing angrily, and then dust and debris flew up around his head, only centimeters from his face.
