It was close to midnight when Ralph had the idea. At first, he thought it was just an attractive fancy, a vision of a golden future for mankind that would end all the superstition, the greed, all the lack of empathy and humanity that was driving the human race into the blackest of tunnels. He didn’t think it was actually achievable.
Yet, after several sleepless hours, he had unearthed the barest bones of a way in which it could actually be made to happen.
Over the next few days, he cautiously disclosed his idea to a very close friend. George, a little at a time, and eventually persuaded him that the plan could work. That same day, George took him to the White House. Ralph was astounded: he’d had no idea that George moved in such elevated circles, or could pull such golden strings. Nor would he have believed that it be so easy to get access to the most powerful man in the world. Yet, apart from the pair of marines who accompanied them, all the gatekeepers and barriers seemed to melt away at their approach.
Were they really standing outside the Oval Office? Yet before one of the marines opened the door, his courage deserted him, and a horrible realization began to dawn.
“Look, George, it was just an idea. Perhaps it would… Couldn’t we just pretend I never thought of it?”
With just the barest, saddest shake of the head, George pushed him gently through the door that did not lead to the Oval Office, closing his ears to the muffled suggestion of a scream from the inside.
“If only you really hadn’t had the idea. Or at least kept it to yourself, rather than infect anyone else with it…”
The six-foot-something marines parted to let him past, and George followed Ralph through the door that did not lead to the Oval Office.
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