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- "Oh yeah, headshot!" Bernie pumps his fist.
- "Nice shootin' Sanders!" says Hilary, giving him a high five.
- "Well that settles that," says Biden. "Hopefully Kruz will be a more … agreeable … president … than the late Donald Trump."
- They all laugh.
- "But holy shit the smell!" spits Reid. "Someone get this body out of here, the smoke smells terrible."
- A thick pillar of black cloud is still rising from Trump's neck.
- "Hey guys," says Dick Durban. "Isn't it funny how he's still standing up."
- "I guess so, who knows?" says Hilary. They're senators not coroners for crying out loud.
- "Who cares!" yells Bernie. "Drinks on me!"
- Just now the smoke clears.
- "Look!" screams Barbara Boxer, pointing and white with terror.
- The head on Trump's body is still in tact. His face, however, has been blown away, hanging off in tattered scraps.
- Yet peering out from under it …
- Biden cries: "It's Putin!"
- "Holy shit!" screams Sanders, drops the fired rocket launcher, whips up his AK as gushes of piss stream down his legs.
- Gunfire cracks like barking thunder but the bullets stop in midair.
- "Putin Perimeter!" the president roars, and a ring of light spreads out like a ripple, engulfs the senate in its hold.
- "I … can't move!" says Sanders.
- "None of you can. You are in my bounded field. Now, I am President."
- "Y-you can't be president!" stammers Dick Durban. "You were'nt born an American citizen."
- "Just like the last president." Putin smiles softly, brushing the last seared scraps of Trumpflesh off his face. "The Constitution is null and void. It was the moment I took office."
- "Are you mad?" barks Chuck Grassley. "You think you can get away with this? The banks will track you down and kill you, Israel will … "
- He stops talking as his head crushes in like a soda can. Blood errupts from eyes and ears, and the new fissures cracking along his collapsing skull vomit out liquid brain.
- "Putin Pressure!" the president cries. "Any more objects?"
- "W-what are you going to do with us?" whimpers Sanders.
- Trump regards him in silence a moment. Then slowly, he removes his tie, begins unbuttoning his shirt.
- "For the rest of them, they will all serve their purpose, in serving me. But you, my friend … "
- He pulls his shirt open, revealing his bare chest. Embedded in the heaving muscles, the heads of Rand Paul, Ben Carson, and Jeb Bush peer out.
- "Aaaaaaaah!" screams Sanders.
- "You will join me," says Putin. "Become one with the Putinplex and become subsumed into the collective, whose will is subject to my own."
- "Join us Bernie," says Rand.
- "Yes, join us," says Ben Carson.
- "Shit Bern, I'll tell you what, I never need to be in the same room with Columba again," says Jeb. "It's the best darn thing to ever happen to me in my life!"
- "I … " Sanders' voice chokes up. Tears glitter in his eyes. "I want to … oh how I've always wanted to … but … "
- Putin's voice is low, and warm. "You're afraid."
- Sanders nods his head.
- "Afraid of what you may become?"
- "I'm afraid … that if I join you … I'll stop being me."
- " … You will be what you will be. I only wish to have order again. Yet I will not take away from you your identity, though you tried to to this nation."
- Weight of shame hangs Sander's head. His tears stain the floor. "I'm so sorry."
- Putin steps forward. "Take my hand."
- Sanders raises shining eyes. " … my … "
- "Join with me … " His palm's extended.
- And every doubt and fear is erased from his mind, the moment he sees his Tsar.
- " … Yes sir, Mr. President!"
- Their hands clasp. Cables like steel-barbed dendrites erupt from Putin's fingers and plunge into Sander's wrist, invading neurons there and gentrifying neural network.
- The barriers of individuality and flesh break down. Like a father holding a son in his arms is Putin. A gaping crack opens in his chest, long vertical mouth, Sanders sliding backwards in.
- His skin is devoured, his organs consumed, his blood vessel pathways and long chains of neural networks dissolving, breaking down, being reconstructed.
- Putin stands taller and his muscles are noticeably bigger. All the blood is gone, absorbed into his own.
- And from his chest, Bernie and the others peer, their heads all laughter and smiles.
- "Let's go, men," says Putin as he rebuttons his shirt. "Let's save the world."
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