Gin Mummy: Rise of the Antiqrist
A Novella by Horus Michael
Copyright ©® 2024 Horus Michael, All rights reserved.
ISBN: 9798344413297
Imprint: Independently published $14.00 US-D:
Gin Mummy: Rise of the Antiqrist is about a newly-elected American President from a contested election, whom suffers from Delusions of Grandeur and Megalomania. Left untreated until the end, Pres. Duarenef Gin takes the World with him on his quest for global dominance and control of the people. This Novella is 62 pages and was inspired by the politics of the Time. Also President Gin is a compulsive gambler and former Senator of Nevada, his favorite card game is called Gin Mummy.
Chapter 1: Economy Class
The food wasn’t that bad. Baked Alaskan Crab mixed with wild rice and a side of Caesar Salad would force any airline to cringe. But he was the President-Elect, and was flying Classic Coach on a Boeing 747 en route to Washington D.C. from his Home-State of Nevada. And yes, he was a notorious Gambler, a High Roller in fact. But now he would gamble with our Nation’s secrets at taxpayer expense.
“Well now, President-Elect Gin! I see you made yourself comfortable in Economy Class,” introduced the Stewardess.
Lifting his eyes up from a standard-issue Blueberry cell phone, President-Elect Duarenef Gin smiled quickly as he bookmarked the appropriate application. His robust eyeglasses fell back against the ridge of his nose as he straightened a silk bowtie against a brown weathered jacket.
“I would prefer First Class, actually. Next time it will be in Air-force One,” he smiled.
Gin was handed a crystal glass of complementary red wine.
Passengers flooded the airplane from the aisle, shifting baggage with an occasional umbrella. The Climate in the District of Columbia was expecting showers and two days of hail in summer temperatures.
Two passengers sat adrift. They recently departed from Waikiki, Oahu. Fogged sunglasses crowned with tan Kukui Nut necklaces formed their tourist visage as seen from behind the cloth-bound seats. Across the way a child played with his VR goggles plugged into an integrated computer terminal. Suitcases were crammed into the overhead compartments carelessly. But lo, this was Economy Class. Up front, First Class was hidden behind a wall of leathery drape. We only can imagine their lofty cuisine prepared from private Microwave Ovens with fresh wine and moist hand towels.
Glancing down to his lap, Gin examined the latest polls on an issue of The Federalist Newspaper. Yes, they still made those. Gin had won the election, despite a period of contested results. His newly-formed Imperialist Party won twelve seats in the Senate, four in the House, and the Presidency. His Party was an Independent group of Moderates. He served as their leader for the past nine months of campaigning.
The Imperialist Party Mascot was a bulging Blue Whale swallowing Krill, representing lesser nations. Gin was a Senator from Nevada. He served two terms in Las Vegas district, overseeing Casino management and water rights. Before that, he was a compulsive gambler and a chocoholic. His first real job was as a Casino Bank Teller, which was replaced by Artificial Intelligence. Gin resented this sentiment, no one could ever replace him, he thought. Then he landed a job with MGM Films as a prop mechanic, filming in the Nevada Desert. In his youth, he was orphaned, so his real name was lost to Time. His parents left him in a reed basket with a bottle of Gin and a packet of Duarenef Cigarettes as compensation to whoever took him in. The basket was actually delivered to a local Casino lobby one morning. A young Egyptian woman found the basket and adopted him. Inside the basket was a Live Birth Certificate and Five Thousand Dollars in Casino chips. His Place of Birth was Carson City, Nevada. The given name was John so-and-so. The woman renamed him Duarenef Gin.
Gin was the only single President-Elect in our Nation’s History. His dabbling in real estate and the Stock Market rendered him a comfortable life as a frugal Multi-Millionaire.
A digital beep over the airline loudspeaker sounded. It was time to return to one’s seat. Within minutes the airline descended from puffy white clouds. Below was the Mall, a trade name for the stretch of land from Washington’s Monument obelisk to the pillared Capitol building.
The airline touched down quietly on the runway, minus any turbulence. Outside one portal window gathered a crowd of people holding signs in English and rudimentary Spanish. The crowd appeared near the airport entrance as the airline was being dragged to the docking station.
“Hmm… Friends of yours?” inquired Dr. Amelia Burke, a passenger seated beside President-Elect Gin. She was a visiting Scholar studying the Classics.
“Oh, did I forget to introduce myself?” Gin responded with his sly wit. He returned his gaze to the window with hesitation.
“If anything happens, remember this. I voted for you,” Amelia said reassuringly.
The airline docked momentarily. Five minutes later everyone disembarked into the Airport Terminal, and searched for their luggage or used the restroom.
Duarenef Gin was met by a man in a tall black suit with driver’s cap at the airline exit. He was a chauffeur. Two others, both wearing suits with suspenders, met Gin. They were Secret Service Agents, complete with tinted sunglasses and invisible wires connected to their ears. The Agents escorted Gin to the waiting car near the lobby, his luggage was already collected.
Just outside the airport lobby stood forty-five protestors carrying political signs and chanting about the contested election. Three Media cars with photographers and journalists attempted to get a glimpse of Gin’s entourage as it left the airport in Washington D.C. that foggy afternoon.
The ride was a slow fifteen minute drive from the airport to the White House. There was practically no traffic, all the drivers were paid ahead to avoid the area, a kickback to being elected President of the USA.
Gin was eager to get settled in his new political digs. He was introduced to the Servants, the Maids, the Chef, and Butlers. This took about an hour. His luggage was installed upstairs. The Lincoln bedroom was refurnished for his use in Italian décor. He wasn’t Italian, but he loved Caesar’s Palace.
A perk for the office was a choice to be made. One multi-purpose room was often changed for every President. Once it was an indoor swimming pool, another time a bowling alley. This time it was a Casino Nightclub, complete with AI Gaming tables and one-armed bandit slot machines, which paid in gold coins bearing his likeness.
Gin wasn’t required to give any speeches. Those days were over. AI replaced the speechwriter and his image was deep-faked. All he did was to approve or disapprove of its contents.
Chapter 2: Loyalty
As a result of the election, Gin’s party didn’t retain a Majority in the Senate or House of Representatives. So he paid members to switch party alliances to the Imperialist Party. This didn’t appear to be legal, so Gin signed a couple of Executive Orders. When that failed, he fired all existing officers in question and appointed new ones to fill those positions whom were loyal to the President.
Gin made sweeping reforms for the country. He didn’t trust anyone who seemed smarter than him, as that was dangerous. Only Artificial Intelligence was. So he closed the Board of Education and replaced its director with AI Bots. He banned all educational materials deemed a threat to his administration, but allowed fictional books, websites, and Media to flourish. His religion was Kemetic Omnitheism, so he compelled Priests to teach this in Public Schools as a required class for graduation. The religion was centered on Ancient Egyptian Mythology that his foster Mother taught him.
He loved looking at his image on media and currency. So he increased this activity.
President Gin ordered posters of himself to be plastered all over the Capitol, in every City of the country. This was followed by 3D Printed concrete statuary. Some were even gilded. He replaced the Dollar with the Gin, a new currency with a set value equal to an ounce of Silver at market rate. All paper money was accepted during the conversion process, and banks automatically updated their accounts from Dollars to Gins.
Gin said in public releases that he often compared himself to Christ even though he wasn’t Christian. For his religion to reach mainstream audiences, Gin replaced Crucifixes bearing the body of Christ with an Egyptian Djed Pillar of Osiris, in every Church.
To support an economy, President Gin created oil wells along the untapped reserves in coastal regions. This didn’t seem to matter because most people now drove Electric Vehicles not gasoline-powered ones. The oil was fashioned into Petroleum products like Jelly or Plastics. He also applied a 20% Sales Tax on imports, with a discount coming from Autocratic regimes. The immigration problem was fixed by changing the Class System in USA.
President Gin ordered that a new class of people be drafted. First were the Nobles, or Billionaire plus Class. Second were Citizens, or Middle Class level. Third were Plebes, basically non-Citizens who acted as tourists, migrants, or criminals. Plebes other than tourists were subject to forced labor on oil wells, Mines, or Farms. This scared them away from wanting to enter the country. Plebes also don’t receive Citizen Benefits like free health care or tax breaks. Homeless Citizens still retained all Citizen Rights or benefits.
Gin closed the Weather satellites because he had to make Budget cuts, so Priests predicted the Will of the Gods during storms. Offerings were compulsory to the Temples to make the Gods happy and prevent Natural Disasters. Temple attendance was required on Sundays with formal attire per Citizen. The work week was shortened to a mandatory four days of labor, with Friday off so as to worship President Gin, who was said to have been born on a Friday according to his Birth Certificate.
Gin’s currency “the Gin” had his living portrait etched into each Central Bank note. Silver Gin coins were also accepted as currency, made of pure Silver metal with his smiling image and 3 Deity Hieroglyphs.
Gin slowly became Paranoid that people were out to get him, due to ratings on social media. So he ordered all social media to only report positive feedback and delete anything hostile or negative. He replaced feedback options with AI Bots, so users wouldn’t talk to his administration. He used AI to monitor cell phone communication, searching for keywords that could be signs of a coup or conspiracy. This activity was fed to the NSA and Homeland Security. Gin also employed AI in choosing Military officers, and their education, communication texting or emails, or other Media. Gin knew exactly what everyone was talking about, wondering or thinking. Hidden cameras were installed in Public facilities, inside one-way restroom mirrors, restaurants, transit stations, and in personal cell phones or tablets.
President Gin’s social media account was AI Controlled to prevent hacking. His followers had mostly low IQ, as the smart ones routinely had been ejected from the system. Low intelligent people are easier to manipulate in his opinion. Although genius types and child prodigies were often enlisted to program AI systems, the majority of scholars were imprisoned on Space Stations, part of the proposed Space Force Military Branch.
The Space Force created Asteroid Mining as part of the Economy, searching for rare minerals, gold, titanium, etc. Older Space Stations met their fate as orbiting hotels for the Space Tourism industry, now a completely Government-owned business.
Also in the Economy was the relationship between USA and the NATO Alliance. President Gin expected any deployment of USA Military in foreign conflicts to be compensated once completed by the host nation. NATO traditionally was a free, mutually exclusive union for defense of other countries from an aggressor Superpower like Russia. Iraq also owed USA Money for replacing their Dictatorship regimes, barring any future involvement there if not compensated. Loyal puppet administrators were placed at the Director level in each affected State.
President Gin changed the birthright of USA Citizens, in that each parent must be a Citizen first before their American-born child can claim Citizenship. This prevented pregnant migrants from claiming Citizenship when invading USA.
MC 2026.
