On December 14th, 2012 20 children and 6 adults were killed at Sandy Hook Elementary School
This is a work of fiction. The characters and events in this story are imaginary. No matter how similar they seem to events in our world this is a work of science fiction and this is in a mirror universe very similar to our own where time moves forward a bit faster than in our universe and perhaps the identify and attitudes of a few people are slightly different.
The large hall was an annex to Mr. Angel’s house. It was in the process of being constructed and the outer shell, windows, and doors were all completed. Bare walls absent sheetrock surrounded the two men as they were talking. Mr. Angel towers over Dominic easily over 6 feet tall and muscular. His face is lined and it appears at first glance that he is no stranger to sadness.
“Mr. Angel, this is an incredible system. Do you think it will ever see use?”
“Dominic, I’m just exploring my rights. Do I really think criminals or zombies or whatever will ever come after me and this system will be used? No. It is my right to take every step I can to protect myself and my family.”
“OK, sir. Not that it is any of my business. Would you like to go over the details before the final install?”
“Absolutely! I’m here at your service. Let’s get all the details nailed down. Like in any project it is harder to fix the problems when you are closer to completion.”
“Well, thank you sir. I appreciate your time – and for using Guardian Shield for your project – especially since we’re located in California and this site is here in Florida. First, let’s talk about the AR-15’s you will have mounted in the top corners of the room and along the front ceiling. This would be a very difficult project to put together in California.”
“How many rounds of ammunition do you require in them without needing to be refilled?”
“Well, how many can you set up?”
“The project calls for 100 round cartridges – which we certainly have in stock.”
“Are you trying to upsell me?”
“No, sir. I just want to say that at the time you signed the contract that was the maximum we could attach to your automated units. Originally they were intended for guarding the exterior of prisons and the wardens all demanded larger numbers of rounds before the auto-guards run out of ammunition.”
“And how much more did they get you to design?”
“Oddly enough, as much as you want – infinite if you want to think of it that way limited by space – in your case on the roof you could potentially have thousands of rounds per gun.”
“Yes. I can work up a change order – just let me know how much more you require.”
“You are upselling me. And you’re doing a great job. Give me an estimate on one thousand rounds per gun.”
“Wow – you really don’t hold back, do you? We actually have ground-based drones – basically remote controlled cars that can deliver ammo if you have that kind of requirement. Instead of 1000 rounds per gun, we can have a depo station on the room with these drones running cartridges to the individual guns. You have a total of 20 guns at 1000 rounds each – that’s 20000 rounds. We have a special model designed for 50000 rounds with these drones that will likely be cheaper and better than 1000 rounds per gun. You don’t want a situation where one gun has 1000 rounds, but you’ve got active targets running around in range of other guns that have run out of ammunition.”
“I’m glad you told me. I think this system sounds very interesting. Let’s move on before you upsell me on anything else. I assume the motion sensor package is still good, no upgrades there?”
“No, sir. No upgrades there. The basic gun and sensor clusters haven’t changed. They are guaranteed to hit any moving targets in their range. This stage area. You indicated you want a bullet proof clear wall between it and the main hall area?”
“Yep, that sounds right.” Mr. Angel appeared to be getting a little bored.
“If you think you are going to be a target and the stage is the area you will be in, we can add some optional AR-15s just below the stage.”
“My, that sounds good.” Mr. Angel almost sounded like a child at this point – or an older child agreeing with a younger one over enthusiastically.
“If that’s agreement, I’ll put in a change order for that as well. We have the outside of the facility covered as well with auto-AR15s and additional sensor clusters that are meshed together in a central control system under the stage.”
“Yes, I agree.”
“One last thing, Mr. Angel. Do you perceive that vehicles would be used in an attack against you?”
“Yes, I suspect so.”
“We would consider barriers and pinch points be setup on the road approaches to the hall. In addition, we can add intelligent mines – that will be setup with RFID readers and your vehicles will be tagged – so they won’t be blown up – but offending or following vehicles will be destroyed. Would you be interested in those?”
“Yes, but can the system be turned on and off again. I do occasionally have guests.”
“Yes. You can arm the whole thing – and there is a setting that if you think your own vehicles are suspect you can have it destroy them as well.”
“Well, that sounds excellent. And the audio and video systems are wirelessly connected to the camera and microphone in the stage area.”
“Yes, of course sir. One of our easier requirements. I wasn’t even going to mention it. Any attacks of an EMP nature will not disturb the setup – everything is insulated against strong electromagnetic pulses.”
“So, I heard a rumor of the dog drones…” Mr. Angel hadn’t wanted to bring it up, but he needed to move Dominic along.
“Well, yes, sire. I was just going to mention them. Based on Boston Dynamics design from a few years ago – we’ve militarized … I mean we’ve armed them for home defense. They are quite pricey sir. They do have sensors and we give you an active RFID tag so they cannot harm you in the case of an encounter – so no friendly fire. They are capable of running incredible speeds over varied ground that you have atypically here is mostly flat Florida land and we even have a couple deployed to kill Nutria and large lizards. Would you be interested in them.”
“Yes. I want four – they can be set to patrols, right?”
“They can – we can put one for each side of the facility. No one would dream of attacking you. They do have a still somewhat limited battery capacity. I would recommend buying 8 of them and alternating them during charge and active time.”
“That is good – I’ll get 8, then. How long until the implementation is completed?”
“Just two months sir. Is there any urgency?”
“No, its fine. I just need to know when I can schedule events here after everything is done.”
“As soon as I complete the change orders I will email them to you for signature. As soon as I have the signed copies two months from that date and everything will be done – including the sheetrock and finishing of the facility.”
The only thing in this universe to fear is humanity.
Chapter 2 – 6 months later
Mr. Angel walked the floor of the now finished hall. It was a boozy night with everyone in high spirits.
It seemed as if every person new Mr. Angel. Everyone there was a person of importance. Senators, members of the house of representatives, or high ranking members of the NRA were all present. Mr. Angel is a member of the board of directors of the NRA and had provided funds to all the members of the government there in order to keep the 2nd amendment strong.
“Good evening Senator Strong. I can’t tell you how enthusiastic I am to have a presidential candidate present here at my little get together!”
“I’m all too happy to be here. People like you generate the funds we need to have to make our Republican cause succeed. In particular to keep our fellow constituents in business. A huge block of our supporters make and sell guns and they are too big to fail. The impact on our economy if they went under would shudder through our whole country.”
“Thank you Senator Strong. I’m just doing my best to protect our Christian rights. I hope to see you in the White House championing our cause just as the great President Trump did.”
The senator smiled as this gas was blown up his ass. His pride stoked. A retinue of guards shadowed both of them for the brief time they talked and then Mr. Angel walked on.
And on Mr. Angel moved through the crowd. He frowned a bit when he saw that there were some children present. Children didn’t belong at an event like this. It couldn’t be helped.
The hall was filled with well over two thousand people. Politics was a game played by all sorts of people.
“Good evening, Mr. Angel”, exclaimed one hopeful voice.
“Thank you! And who might you be?”
“I’m a blogger and Facebook footsoldier sir! I rally the faithful and I ensure that the voices of dissidents are put down.”
“You’ve done excellent work. I thought for a year or two after that Florida thing that the Democrats and progressives were actually going to create change in this country. That our god-given rights to own guns might somehow be proscribed. It is due to great people like you that didn’t happen. Thank you for your service, sir.”
And on he went. The vast majority of people recognized Mr. Angel, or asked someone near them who he was that everyone stopped by to speak to their gracious host.
Shades closed over the vast windows in the hall and the lights dimmed once and then a second time. Mr. Angel made his way to the unoccupied stage. There was a long loop of a hallway around the hall and the doors closed from the hall to the hallway and locked into place. There were bathrooms attached to the hall, but they did not exit to the hallways or out of the building.
The lights dimmed finally and several projectors started aimed at different screens and walls. They showed Mr. Angel at first.
The Face of Evil
Chapter 3 – Soliloquy
I’d like to formally greet you all here tonight. I have worked long and hard for this day and I feel our cause will be won soon. Good people all across the country will have their security ensured in that they can purchase the guns they need.
I’m amazed to see that even a few years after the events in Florida we have still ensured that any adult can buy an AR-15 – a copy of the gun I used when I served in the military the M16. Technology advances almost on a daily basis and we have to ensure that our security is always on the higher end of things so that our enemies from near or far cannot harm us and our families.
I believe family is the most important thing in the world. Our children are the continuation of our selves in the future and must be protected at any cost.
The projectors changed from Mr. Angel to the first slide. A still image of the AR-15s hanging from the ceiling appeared. A video within the image ran from a movie “Altered Carbon” the scene where chain guns dropped from the ceiling of the AI hotel Poe and began protecting the main character.
I was inspired by this scifi movie. I think a lot of good things can come from scifi. I am in a partnership with a few small companies and gun manufacturers to make that system a reality. And here it is!
20 AR-15s dropped from the ceiling upside down. Lights focused on them and they spun on their automated turrets. The audience gasped and a murmur of trepidation mixed with awe rippled through the crowd.
Be calm everyone. These are just for demonstration purposes. The executives of those companies are all here tonight – as well as the entire staff that made these installations happen today.
This system is equipped – when you install it in your house – with sensors to pick up RFID tags – that can be put in your smartphones or even embedded in your skin – and will always recognize the people who belong there. What does that mean? It means that no more do we have to be afraid that the guns we purchase will accidentally harm or kill your loved ones. It is a great leap forward in technology. No one would be able to communicate with the outside world now.
I quote, “The elites always protect themselves and they always protect themselves with guns. and then they lecture the American public how you shouldn’t do that…[We will not] let their anti-gun minions know that the NRA will not tolerate their use of a tragedy in their war against the Second Amendment.”
No matter how important the people are who die. We will never allow that to happen! Our families – not just the elites – deserve protecting. We will stay strong.
These atrocities that happen in our schools or elsewhere are the price we pay to be a free people! To preserve our right to bear arms!
Family, though, is the most important thing in the universe.
A bank of lights all turned green in front of Mr. Angel. He changed the slide. The slide was of a girls limp body in the arms of a police officer running out of the old Sandy Hook elementary school.
My daughter died in the Sandy Hook tragedy. This isn’t her with the officer. I think she died almost instantly after some moments of fear when the gunman was in the hallway. The little girl in this picture died later, though. No one has seen this picture outside of the Newtown Bee as they decided not to show it. I hope you appreciate that it took a lot of effort for me to get my hands on this picture.
I wish that they had shown it – and every other picture from the tragedy.
The audience looked confused. There were some murmurings. Mr. Angel pushed a button on a panel in front of him and the guns above the audience – and the two in front of them – because calibrating themselves. This wasn’t strictly required, but Mr. Angel did it for effect. And it had the desired effect.
Shortly afterward I moved from Sandy Hook. I couldn’t stand the constant sympathy for my loss. My wife killed herself. It was too much for her. When she died I made a promise. I promised that things would change.
For years afterward I worked the system. Always seemingly so close in so many areas only to lose again and again.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I realized that I was fighting on the side that was going to lose. I changed my face, I changed my identity, and I gave birth to a new plan.
“I can’t get the doors open.” panicked people in the audience. A participatory audience now. People began banging on the shades on the windows and a small group of men began a concerted effort in vain to get a pair of the doors open to the hallway.
It seemed to me that god had hardened the hearts of the Republicans and the NRA. I began to fight for the guns. Sometimes your enthusiasm for guns was so strong that for short periods of time I felt happy. But nothing could take away the fact that I am no longer fertile. That my wife is dead. That might genetic part of the future, my child, my grandchildren, thousands of descendents in the infinite future – they are all dead now.
I was a wealthy person. I am a wealthy person. And sometimes people say follow the money to find out what is really going on.
And I have. You are all here.
A group of security came forward and aimed their guns at Mr. Angel. Their guns were angled upward and they commenced firing. The bullets deflected uselessly off the thick bullet proof casing around Mr. Angel. Mr. Angel paused while they got it all out. Bullets ricocheted and fell in different parts of the room.
Gentlemen, that wasn’t very nice. I haven’t even done anything outwardly to harm anyone, yet.
A small screen in front of Mr. Angel outlined the bodyguards who commenced firing. He pressed a button. Bullets fired from the two forward guns and the two guns nearest on the ceiling pointing nearly straight downward. It was a very neat test of the system. Nobody died except for the bodyguards. Not a single stray bullet. The bodyguards didn’t fare so well. One particularly large one was hit many times by the system until it considered him deceased and turned him into so much hamburger. Mr. Angel waited for the echoes to pass.
Everyone, please, be calm. Death comes to everyone. If you panic now you won’t get to hear my speech. We should all come to an understanding of what we are and why we are here. Although, if you panic it won’t bother me too much. I can only imagine the panic the children felt as the gunman entered their classroom and began firing. The panic in their minds as their lives dripped out of their bodies piled up on eachother in the corned of the classroom moaning silently. Their moans carried by the PA system that was accidently left open and all the other children hearing their schoolmates dying.
You know, it really boggles the mind what you and the NRA fight for.
Step right up! Step right up! We need to make sure the mentally ill have free and equal access to guns! We mustn’t infringe on their fundamental rights [using a demonic voice] to own weapons that can kill by the hundreds!
My — our journey is slowing coming to an end, here, today.
A grenade went off – clearly an illegal weapon even among those fighting for the rights to weapons. Unfortunately, the owner of the grenade didn’t understand the difference between directed charges like claymores and grenades which are directionless. They put the grenade up to the doors, pulled the pin, and ran away. People were screaming even before the blast which blew inward. Fragments blew everywhere and into everyone.
I must say, I’m sorry about that. Everyone here is going to die tonight, but I wasn’t planning anything especially frightful. I just wanted to explain everything to you all and then the guns would do the rest of the work. [screams in the background – Mr. Angel turned the volume up on his PA system]
You know, I feel it is a situation filled with irony – if you can appreciate that in your panic. I can see some of you can. Perhaps you have resigned yourselves to your fate – and the irony that the weapons you fought to make available would be the cause of your deaths.
In this room – I can’t imagine – probably hundreds of billions of dollars in assets are represented here in such a small number of people.
Perhaps your relatives and children will do better. I can only hope.
Your situation is much more dire than you think. Unfortunately, relatively innocent lives will be lost. First responders have done nothing to address the problems of weapons in America. The burden of this situation rests with them as well, unfortunately. I mean how many times can the same thing happen over and over again and you have some of the power to stop it – to stand up and say that perhaps, I dunno, not everyone should have a gun?
I thought about jamming all of your electrical devices, but I decided against it. In fact, some of you have already called 911, and I’m sure the authorities are already on their way.
And they will die. Because of you. I have many automated guns mounted throughout my land. I’ve placed security mines that will recognize only me and my cars and otherwise will explode.
They have all been armed now.
The hopelessness of my situation is not something that you will ever know. Years of enduring this darkness – the absence of a future.
“Please, please, let my children go! Let our children get out of here!’ A woman screamed holding her child in front of her.
You should be happy, madam. Although I do regret that you choose to bring your children here tonight – the feelings you have right now are finite. You failed to follow directions and this is the result – your children will die with you. They will only last a few minutes more.
Or do you really want your children to survive you?
“Yes, let them live. Please, please, please” the woman’s voice wavered.
You really feel that way – with what your children are about to witness? But why should I let your children live? My futures have ended. I was an only child. My wife was an only child. We had one child. One chance at the future. And now it is gone.
What is the more merciful thing to do – if merci is something that I have a tendency? Kill the child? Or have them survive witnessing the deaths of thousands?
You know, though I know you. You are the wife of one of the execs at a gun company. I traced the gun that the killer used. I know exactly where it came from. It wasn’t hard, really. It was legally registered. Just to the mother of the killer, not to the killer.
Perhaps some of you will have surviving members of your families and your names and your DNA will live on. But I have no qualm about you and your child dying tonight.
An explosion punctuated Mr. Angel’s statement. The sounds of fire and screams lightly penetrated through the windows. Mr. Angel’s audience was oddly quiet and could hear everything. They could imagine everything – police cars driving onto the estate. Their car exploding long before they reach the building. The survivors screams. The line of vehicles getting into the estate stopping. No one daring to go any further.
I fought for all of you for many years – through hundreds of shootings where people died for no reason. The guilt of those deaths will haunt me forever. You deaths will begin to answer for not only my loss, but all those losses that happened since Sandy Hook.
I’m doing some more things with this that will excite the audience – perhaps. [He brings up a screen on his control panel.] There are approximately, 2243 people here tonight. This will be the largest and I suspect best planned mass murder ever – and it will have such an impact – your lives are important(!) that it will echo for years, decades, who knows even hundreds of years from now. A lot of the mass murderers out there do it to compete with eachother and with mass murders in the past. I will make this path all moot. I will be the largest mass murderer in the world. The idea that any of them can compete with me will be absolutely absurd.
But I won’t be dying with you all tonight – I regret to inform you. You are all my first round picks. [golf claps, and yays] – you should be proud. But I’m working on a few other projects. Life is like a great spiderweb and I’m afraid I have to take care of a few more nests to make sure that the gun culture dies.
Mr. Angel doesn’t seem to have a firm grip on reality at the moment. It is a lot of stress to pull off the largest mass murder in the world. He began singing a line from “Something Rotten” – “Something Rotten! – Make an Omelette”.
The sound of a helicopter in the distance gets louder. Then many helicopters. Lights shined through the windows and their covers and you can see men climbing down. People throughout the audience look up hopefully. Mr. Angel pushes a button and gunfire results. Screams and some loud thumps. One of the helicopters leave. Some members of the participatory audience begin watching their own incarceration from airborn news media cameras.
You know, I was thinking to myself the other day that perhaps killing the head of the snake isn’t enough. Perhaps you would be like Hydra to my Captain America… No, Not Captain America. Deadpool? No. Oh, yeah… Punisher. Maybe a little DC Green Arrow. [mimics green arrow] You have failed this country. Of course, Punisher is a hero and I’m more of an anti-hero or neutral.
Well, that should take care of anyone else coming around – for a while. You know positioning is crucial in warfare.
A new video appears up on the screen. It shows a line of police cars on the long driveway to the estate. Mr. Angel presses a button and activates the gun around the estate. Gunfire erupts shredding into the police cars. Police men scatter out of their vehicles firing their weapons in futility. The guns then shred into the surviving police officers.
I regret that our time – no wait. I don’t regret that our time together is drawing to a close. I don’t mean to torture you. I just wanted to attempt to bridge the gap to your hardened hearts that what you are doing is wrong. Making money by selling guns that kill innocent people is wrong. Perhaps that will be driven home that many of your companies made money selling me the guns and ammunition here today and you may feel that you are innocent – that your innocent lives will be lost due to your sales of guns.
Spealing of hardened hearts I hope you all can appreciate the biblical nature of this whole process. In the bible Pharoah enslaved the Jews and god hardened his heart instead of releasing them. And then god send a punishing angel to kill the first born of everyone except the Jews and only this finally found the release of the Jews. It is my hope that this event will finally free us from this Wild West idea that we all need to have guns.
I just wanted to share one last thing. I always thought the angels in the bible would be fearsome creatures. Creatures doing god’s bidding – flooding the world, killing Jobs entire family, his livestock and ruining his farmland. And so, this is why I choose this name. I am, today at least an Angel of Death.
Largest Mass Murder in history.
Today it is 6 weeks since the largest mass murder in history has taken place. A person who went under the name of Mr. Angel killed 3027 people. It has taken these 6 weeks before emergency personnel were able to penetrate to the estate’s hall.14 of the fatalities were children. Mr. Angel’s soliloquy was broadcast live of FB and the entire process of the deaths of the approximately 2300 people who were in the hall until they were killed and the videos began showing only the ceiling, the floor, or the dead until the power on the phones died out.
The lands of the estate have been marked prohibited as a number of emergency personnel still die on the premises. Authorities indicated that they do not know if or when they can clean the area of all armements.
Solar power with battery backup has kept Mr. Angel’s systems online and lethal. It is not known just how much ammunition is present on the estate – only that he had bought hundreds of thousands of rounds for the dozens of M16s he had purchased for security.
A nationwide manhunt has begun for Mr. Angel. His body was not found at the estate hall. Based on his statements before killing senators, presidential candidates, high ranking members of the NRA and other citizens of the United States of America and 6 other countries – he indicated that he was going to continue with similar actions.
Punishing Angel Strikes Again
It is now two-and-a-half months since the atrocity at Angel’s mansion. A gun manufacturing facility was bombed out of existence. Authorities are still not sure that the act was completed by Mr. Angel; however, a large winged formation that could be angel wings in an adjacent unused field. It is estimated that it would take hundreds of millions of dollars to bring the facility back into running capacity.
328 people were working at the facility at the time of the destruction. At present none have been found alive.
There are some reports that there were drones accompanying a man walking out of a white van shortly before the explosion. The description of the man does not match Mr. Angel and some pundits wonder if perhaps for Mr. Angel to accomplish these acts that he cannot be working alone.
What will you do when your child is killed by a high powered military capable gun?