(Note: No Specific POD here. I have a general idea of what causes this future, but again, no specific POD.)
I drove up, dreading what was coming up. I had sixty thousand dollars worth of America's only export* in the back of my truck, and I was going to sell it to the first radical I ran across. I just needed to get my stuff, but my roommate wouldn't be... happy with it to say the least.
"Why? You know if you get caught it will destroy your family." Crap, he probably saw their reflection in the back somehow.
"What choice do I have? What do I tell my parents when I get home, that I can't get a job because they're either outsourced, or require a degree I have no hope of affording? The only I can get by is through this." I really didn't have time for this, considering these items weren't exactly
"So, you're going to sell guns to Reds and Naps*? I know you were never much of a patriot, but-"
"BUT WHAT?! This country is a relic from a by gone era, holding onto ideals that are outdated, at best. The only reason I don't go take my chances in Europe is because of my sister. You know I can't get sixty thousand dollars any other way."
"... Fine. I guess I can't blame you. Alright, you can take your stuff, and get your ass out of here. Don't come back, you know I can't afford the publicity."
"Thank you." I quickly grabbed my stuff, which was sparse even for American standards, because of my sister's costly medications. I started driving to the border, hoping that I wouldn't get pulled over by a cop wanting a bribe, or a gang looking for a ride.
1. Okay, obviously not literal, however the Soviet's #1 export was weapons from what I understand, so this is similar here. Reason why it gets only is because... well, the US ain't doing so well export wise.
2. Okay, that stands for National Populists, and they're basically this timeline's Fascists. They do have some key differences, but it's to spoiler filled to discuss them right now.
I drove up, dreading what was coming up. I had sixty thousand dollars worth of America's only export* in the back of my truck, and I was going to sell it to the first radical I ran across. I just needed to get my stuff, but my roommate wouldn't be... happy with it to say the least.
"Why? You know if you get caught it will destroy your family." Crap, he probably saw their reflection in the back somehow.
"What choice do I have? What do I tell my parents when I get home, that I can't get a job because they're either outsourced, or require a degree I have no hope of affording? The only I can get by is through this." I really didn't have time for this, considering these items weren't exactly
"So, you're going to sell guns to Reds and Naps*? I know you were never much of a patriot, but-"
"BUT WHAT?! This country is a relic from a by gone era, holding onto ideals that are outdated, at best. The only reason I don't go take my chances in Europe is because of my sister. You know I can't get sixty thousand dollars any other way."
"... Fine. I guess I can't blame you. Alright, you can take your stuff, and get your ass out of here. Don't come back, you know I can't afford the publicity."
"Thank you." I quickly grabbed my stuff, which was sparse even for American standards, because of my sister's costly medications. I started driving to the border, hoping that I wouldn't get pulled over by a cop wanting a bribe, or a gang looking for a ride.
1. Okay, obviously not literal, however the Soviet's #1 export was weapons from what I understand, so this is similar here. Reason why it gets only is because... well, the US ain't doing so well export wise.
2. Okay, that stands for National Populists, and they're basically this timeline's Fascists. They do have some key differences, but it's to spoiler filled to discuss them right now.