12/17/07

003 – End

Stanton sighed as he unfolded his morning paper. Someone had brought him an English muffin – heavily buttered, just the way he liked it – and he crunched down on the toasted morsel as he scanned the headline.

“MUTT UNITS DEPLOYED” it screamed. Idiots. Now there would be mass panic as the GM-phobes protested. Oh well. At least it was better than rioting if the press kept quiet and they were discovered. There would be screaming of conspiracy and all that.

There was also the concern – this one actually reasonable – about the fact that more than a few warring countries had all purchased Mutt unites. Howland Industry hadn’t discriminated when they had collected money from the sales. All they cared about was sucking up as much profit as possible. Idiots. Let’s just hand out killing machines to people who might come and use them against us.

“Sir?”

Stanton looked up at the soldier standing before him.

“What is it?”

The Mutt saluted. “They’re ready for you at the briefing.”

General Stanton stood with a groan. Time to go to war. The end times had begun.