by R.T. Allenson
He plugged in the memory stick and downloaded everything in his mind. He slept soundly that night waiting for the lecture to install; he would ace the test, no doubt.
And then he woke up the next day knowing everything was wrong in the world.
A chance encounter or a simple mistake, a double take and things change. He didn’t know then but suddenly everything was different – things didn’t look like they should, he remembered things that never happened and something inside him was begging him to do something about it. The courier must have gotten the address wrong but that didn’t matter anymore. There was a singular drive now and a focus in his mind that told him to do it.
And he did. He pulled the trigger and he did.
Gunshot. The president fell dead on the stage. Chaos, and the world was never the same.
And he slept soundly that night knowing that everything would be right in the world.