Something has occurred that has destroyed our way of life.

A nation that took four hundred years of dedication to justice to create for us by our forefathers, has been smeared into the dirt in a single generation by uninvited outsiders. 

We are living in a moment that contains more stark realizations for all black, white and Native Americans. 

With betrayers in political power we are soaring directly into the annihilation stages that will follow this form of border trespass insult. Our legacy maimed, and our culture will be brutally suffocated. 

As we languish in this ruin, the biosphere enters it's final century. And it gets worse. 

With the American press extinct, and replaced by a media that is a wall of indifference to the victims of dying nation, we endure another realization. 

The three of us have been left to fend for ourselves against the apocalypse. 

Want to know our survival options?

PCI Game Simulation; Human Test Subject.  

Our survival options?

A union of sovereign families is mandated. 

"Born United"  is the theme of this off-the-grid gathering of sovereigns. 

This rescue-legion must thrive if we are to have any chance of surviving the escalation occurring against us.

This is tri-race unity and the translation of this unified purpose into a sovereign destiny.

The "We are the only ones we can really trust" diadem is more successful in politics than in slasher movies.

It is also realized to be the only one that can save us. 

"Unite or die." may be a better theme. 

In an effort to help balance the scales of the national cataclysm our owning foundation has assembled a design and engineering team. This aspect of the project now including stern looking military advisors.  

We observe, a bit nervously. 

The ninety foot high, electronically web-scaled, nylon-carbon interlaced, former space program secrecy enacted by secure documentation, helium cooled hydraulically assisted hologram is imparting a deep rumble into the massive concrete chamber floor.

The trade secrecy analysts are grinning. My knees are trembling. 

We will see what a university grant gets us. Two team leaders flip the activators.

To gasps of onlookers the power candidacy infrastructure (PCI) game has leapt onto the wall and attached itself in pounce stance. 

Unaffected by gravity, it hovers in the energy fields discovered by Cerulean Labs. 

It has now turned its head and is glaring at us. 

It wants a candidate to launch!

Hundreds of candidates wait nearby but no one wants to be the first. Typical!

Thankfully, the guys in procurement have entered with a test subject. They slide him into the industrial elevator and slam the gate shut. 

We watch the lift rise five stories and slow to a halt. 

The homeless black man has emerged from his box. He's bewildered. Huey beckons him with a finger along the high aerial access platform. 

Soon he strapped into an accelerator seat and his goggles are affixed.

In the only occupied seat in a transport designed to lift fifty candidates, our human test subject is the one solemn, vulnerable, fragile homeless passenger.

Very effective results.  Huey is to be rewarded.

Suddenly, a loud drone nearly lifts off my makeup, and the muscular cat leaps up the wall and vanishes into the mist. 

Now, we can only wait. 

Has the citizen been transformed into "Legislator" as the dial indicates?  Or... 

He was looking queasy as they disappeared into the low cloud cover. Might he have barfed all over my wall-climbing cat?

Personnel are stranding by, some with lab coats. A janitor is present. 

The cat has returned but where is the man! 

Incoming telemetry... far above...

Our fellow is clinging to a platform protruding from the wall. Wind is whistling up his pants. He blinks to read the metal label; 

"Legislator: 9th District." 

Seeing that he is prevented entry by a door that must be opened from within, he clips his safety harness to a radiating metal ring and nibbles on a calming mint he found in the street. 

The only thing that can send him careening now is a sex scandal. 

No longer content to witness the collapse of the nation and the biosphere from the sidelines, this summit of both influential and humble Americans will look at the creation of an altered future.

Why? 

The current future dies. 

The two old political parties have only proved they have the plan to hasten it. 

This summit for America will deliver details of another option.

The one where Americans survive.

Welcome to The American Summit!

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