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PROJECT PEACEMAKER:
A GIFT FROM JEV
Midas Israel Goldstein
"I will send a fire on Magog and on those who dwell securely in the coastlands, and they shall know that I am Lord."
Midas Goldstein quoting Ezekiel 39:6 (AFC Standard Old Testament) after successful test of America's first nuclear weapon
PROJECT PEACEMAKER:
A GIFT FROM JEV
Midas Israel Goldstein
"I will send a fire on Magog and on those who dwell securely in the coastlands, and they shall know that I am Lord."
Midas Goldstein quoting Ezekiel 39:6 (AFC Standard Old Testament) after successful test of America's first nuclear weapon
Project Peacemaker was both the Union's greatest triumph and greatest displeasure, for the Europans had beat them to the punch by 1941, when the first secret tests of nuclear bombs were conducted in the Sahara desert of Europan North Africa. But the simple fact that they had achieved nuclear parity with Europa was enough for most Americans to sleep slightly better at night. Even if Napoleon V was slinging his nuclear bombs at Egyptian rebels and desert huts, the mighty Republican Union would build bombs twice as big and five times more powerful, hell, fifteen times more powerful. After all, to the American public now knee-deep in blood and a decade into the mire of Operation Manifest Climax, Manifest Destiny could not be stopped, only delayed. Europa's victory in the race for atomic bombs was a mere divergence on a path that led to the same result of complete American domination of the globe.
ORIGINS:
Project Peacemaker took its first baby steps in the early 1930s, shortly after the conclusion of the main body of work was complete on the literal acid trip and a half that was Project Percival. But, as a ripple on the surface of the water grows and grows, the first foundational stone necessary for Project Peacemaker was laid not by an American, but by two Dutchmen, Prof. Huig Biljardt and Prof. Sieb Buterman, both of the Royal Academy of the Sciences in Utrecht. The elder of the two, Buterman, had been the father of Quantum Theory, first proposing the concept to the Dutch Royal Society in 1898. Biljardt, meanwhile, would come along later in the 1920s and became Buterman's main assistant in all experiments. 1935 would see the revolutionary reinvention of atomic theory when Biljardt and Buterman discovered nuclear fission, thus clearing the pathway for both nuclear energy as well as nuclear weaponry. Seeing the possible irreversible damage to the future of humanity their research could cause, the two founding fathers of Atomic Science, along with their chief assistant of German extraction, Professor Otto Meitner, tried to warn the world's governments that nuclear weapons were a cat that could not be put back in the bag if released.
Not heeding their dire prophecies in the dark, Caesar Napoleon V's government in Paris opened up the Imperial Nuclear Institute, an entity consisting of over 200 of the brightest Europan minds all working toward the goal of weaponizing the atom. Professor Philibert Pomeroy, the leading Europan atomic researcher, swore he would not stop working every single day until the Empire was armed with the power of a thousand suns. Despite the protests of the Royal Academy in Utrecht, the Dutch government insisted that their own brightest and best continue the pursuit of nuclear weapons, else Europa might become entirely unstoppable and come banging up the place for a grudge unresolved since the Great World War.
Prof. Huig Biljardt and Prof. Sieb Buterman, the "Fathers of Atomic Science," exchange thoughts
at the Royal Academy of the Sciences in Utrecht, Holland, circa 1925
As recounted in a past chapter, the 1935 kidnapping of a depressed alcoholic Prof. Meitner, a man already reluctant to continue dangerous research for his adoptive homeland, was a landmark event in the nuclear arms race. While Europa was probably going to acquire the Bomb regardless of losing a researcher or two, his overnight disappearance forever destroyed Dutch efforts. Biljardt and Buterman feared that he had been whisked away by foreign powers or worse, while Dutch police ruled the death a case of mania and suicide. Even though they lacked a body, depressive, booze-soaked letters to friends lamenting the future of the planet provided a comfortably believable explanation for his vanishing act.
His kidnappers, undercover ORRA agents, directly reported to Dr. Midas Goldstein, one of the most famous scientists ever to live and the so-called Black Jew of Camp 222. Goldstein said of Meitner in an internal Project Peacemaker memo to Dr. Gabriel Snow:
"The man is already a paskudnik and a traitor to his birthplace, as well as a rabid, outspoken antisemite, a racist, and a homosexual deviant. The man named his cat Niggerman, for Moses's sake. And he tried to refuse to research weapons for the country to which he turned his coat! Meitner is a whore, a scientific prostitute being pimped out by imperialist goyim to the highest bidder. But even a filthy whore can serve her purpose, in the right campground. We shall use him as we see fit and provide him a comfortable workplace and life and show him the grass is always greener on the Pinnacle side. With him in our hemisphere, an ocean away from Imperialist lands, there can be no escape. And when he realizes that escape is impossible and that we provide his every want and need, he will do what we want. Or he will be dispatched to the Void."
Meitner's secretive arrival arrival at the Boston Aerodrome via an Eagle Airlines C-32 loaded with ORRA thugs was the first introduction to American society he had. And it left a rather poor taste in his mouth. As a convoy of ORRA Workhorse trucks whisked him away to parts unknown, he began to wish he had indeed followed up with his own suicidal thoughts. Though these thugs promised him a life of luxury and comfort in a gilded cage, the idea of helping the Yankee barbarians turned his stomach. They finally found leverage over him by threatening to not only out him as a homosexual man, but to kill his lover, a former student named Leopold van Buren, ironically a distant cousin to the founders of the American megacorporation Old Kinderhook. Van Buren was free and safe in Holland, but ORRA agents monitored his every move, ready to kill the man should Meitner refuse to cooperate. Whenever he would resist the Yankee demands, he would be shown recent, up-to-date, candid photographs of van Buren, ranging from shots of him walking his dog, buying the paper, to inside of his own home, even on the toilet. If there was one skill ORRA was unquestionably the greatest at of global intelligence agencies, it was their ability to create an absolute surveillance bubble around an individual without ever letting anyone know they were there. Van Buren had not a single clue that, sometimes, there was an ORRA agent laying directly under his bed while he slept.
TWO FROZEN YEARS
Scientists and security officers climb the only path to Camp Alpha
Scientists and security officers climb the only path to Camp Alpha
With little choice, Meitner agreed to work for the American government in exchange for the life of van Buren and the sum of two million eagles a year, an absolute fortune at the time. One might imagine a comfortable country home surrounded by trees, security fences, guards, and the sounds of nature, and that might be halfway true, but when the home is Camp Alpha in the frozen tundra of northern Custeria, fifty miles from the tiny town of Risen, one realizes that life was far from a walk in the park for Meitner and the original Project Percival team. Goldstein chose Risen because it was impossible to escape from. Surrounded by hundreds of miles of wilderness on all sides, and the locked-down, airtight border with Illuminist Alyeska to the west, there was not a snowball's chance in hell for the physically weak Meitner to provide anything more than some brief exercise for his captors should he try to flee. The insides of his cabin and research facilities were comfortable and even luxurious in some ways, but the frequently well-below sub-zero weather, guard towers, and bleak surroundings only served to remind him of his gilded cage.
The Project was not entirely helmed by Meitner, not by a long shot, however. Dr. Gabriel Snow, one of Dr. Gilgamesh Singleton's "Big Six" thinkers on Project Percival, was placed in charge of coordinating information between various research groups and specialists by Dr. Goldstein, who was still acting as Supreme Chief of the Office of Health and Wellness. In 1937, Leo Merkwürdigliebe, the secretly Wormist father of the Black Bliss defoliant superweapon, succeeded him. On a side note, during the anti-Wormist purges following Patton's 1941 execution, Leo was suspected of Wormist tendencies and beliefs, but he managed to wriggle free by ordering the arrest of several immediate underlings and blaming them for the Sootstorms that ravaged Old Mexico and created the Dustbowl.
Now officially retired from public duties at the age of 67, Goldstein actually took complete control over the day-to-day operations of Project Peacemaker. Before his total commitment, Dr. Snow coordinated three main groups. The first, out of Benedict Arnold University of Boston, was helmed by Prof. Lincoln Putnam, and specialized in electro-magnetic separation. The second, operating at Pittsburgh's Monongahela State University, was led by Protestant German turncoat Prof. Helmut Schmidt and polymath English super-genius Jack Newman, and specialized in gaseous diffusion, a key component of enriching uranium being shipped in regularly from Mittelafrikan sources operating as American oil companies. Finally, the third group was led by African-American Prof. Philander "Phil" Tubbs at God's Glory Bible Institute in Emancipation City, Brown. Now, with the entire operation receiving the "Midas Touch," the research groups became one entity and headed to Miskatonic. After two frozen years, Otto Meitner found himself being shuttled to a secret new base called Camp Omega. Project Peacemaker finally had a central hub.
WHITE BOARDS, ERASERS, AND SETBACKS
Prof. Philander "Phil" Tubbs
God's Glory Bible Institute
Prof. Philander "Phil" Tubbs
God's Glory Bible Institute
1938 seemed to be a bully year for Union science. With all the brightest atomic minds in the country together at last at Camp Omega, huge round-table discussions were had. The "Giant White Board" became a legendary icon to Project Peacemaker staff." The enormous dry-erase board was twenty feet tall by 40 feet wide and required a system of ladders and platforms to be able to fit the insane length of formulas that could take the super-geniuses weeks to complete. Billy Flanders, a 10 year-old orphan whose father had been killed in South America and whose mother had passed of illness, was employed as a mascot of sorts and became known by all as "The Eraser." He had absolutely no clue what was going on about him or what any of the math meant, but he was watching history unfold, surrounded by legendary minds. Every few minutes, Flanders would operate the system of pulleys and levers to scribble down whatever the scientist's demanded, but most frequently had to use a sponge to scrub failed ideas or incorrect solutions. Years later, Flanders would serve as President Oswald's Press Secretary for a period, and he would fondly look back at his time as "The Eraser" at Camp Omega in numerous televisor and newspaper interviews, as well as a detailed account in his autobiography Atomic Orphan (1972, Heart and Hearth Publishing House).
But the fall of 1938 would see a massive setback to the entire operation. The so-called "Grand Central Station" housed papers and files that took months of work to create, and was an open library for all of the researchers twenty-four hours a day, as frequent late-night bouts of insomnia sometimes led to breakthroughs. On the morning of October 4, 1938, however, Grand Central Station went up in flames like a tinder-box. Though no cause was ever pinpointed, Goldstein blamed Meitner as the only "unwilling" member of the group, an attitude which wasn't suppressed by Meitner's frequent anti-Jewish tirades. While several technicians reported some faulty wiring in the building, the Black Jew would have none of it. He had Meitner beaten to within an inch of his life and ordered the same for van Buren back in Holland, and showed Meitner the photographic proof of van Buren's broken and bloody corpse. When Meitner reported back, fit for duty, the next week, the circle of researchers treated him with scorn and derision for months, slowing recovering from the incident even more. Again blaming Meitner for the delays, Goldstein had van Buren kidnapped and brought to Miskatonic, where Meitner would watch him be beaten regularly by ORRA goons to "accelerate his work ethic."
By 1941, the crew had mostly recovered from the Grand Central Station fire and were again making rapid progress. Even President Steele personally visited Camp Omega to inspect the progress and award several researchers with high civilian honors for the work they had already performed. On the darker side of things, Supreme Chief Patton was apparently totally unaware of the entire project, even though it was occurring on his ORRA state's soil, and the crippled Wormist's absence and ignorance was a dark prophecy of the fate he would meet in May of that year. Steele and Goldstein were running Peacemaker like a fine machine, and only those who absolutely needed to know had any idea of what was going on at Camp Omega. A few weeks into his time as Supreme Chief, the same day President Steele revealed his illness, Chuck Oswald was informed of Project Peacemaker. At the time, Europa had not announced ownership of functioning nuclear weapons, and so Steele informed Oswald he was looking forward to yet another America-first moment. When Europa announced it had successfully detonated the first-ever atomic bomb in the desert of the Sahara, Steele was furious. For the first and only time in either of their careers, Steele contemplated purging Goldstein and replacing him with his chief scientific advisors, Dr. Gilgamesh Singleton. Only Singleton's personal entreaties and vows that Goldstein was a man of upstanding character and a tremendous asset to the country prevented the Black Jew from being taken out into the desert and shot.
Progress would again grind to a halt in the high-stress environment after Europa got the Bomb. After several years of grinding each other's gears, an argument over a formula erupted into blows between Meitner and Phil Tubbs. According to stories from people who worked at Camp Omega, Tubbs had always looked at Meitner as subhuman trash, a sexual deviant, and just a waste of everyone's time. In turn, Meitner viewed Tubbs as an "uppity Afrikan." Tubbs' grandfather had been born a Southron slave before the Great World War and his father had been an ORRA officer during the Immolation of Mexico. Meitner took this as an opportunity to slander Tubbs as a result of his black father mixing with an Hispanic Mexican. The following is a transcript of testimony from an eye-witness named Harold Bloom, a young scientist from Revere who was up on the scaffolding with the Eraser when the fight, later nickname the "Battle of the Brains," broke out:
"Now, you see, Meitner and Tubbs just plain hate each other. Always have, I reckon. Polar opposites, they are. Tubbs is a big strong black man, Pinnacle in his fluids. The turncoat Dutchman is a tiny little wastrel, prone to lying what with what's unnatural. They were already fussin' somethin' fierce over why this square root couldn't equal somethin' or other and this and that and Joe's your uncle, way beyond my pay grade, when suddenly Meitner is yellin' about Tubbs' mother bein' a 'degenerate Mexican pack mule of a whore,' who 'enjoyed...' something about 'Continental Congress?' and 'campground fluids.' Tubbs starts comin' at him with a metal ruler, screamin' about him being a "phrenologically and sexually repugnant little pacifist," and "I'll show you a big black loin, you little deviant!" Before you know it, everyone was gatherin' around and Tubbs just ups and smacks Meitner across the face with that ruler so hard it bent the whole thing like a horseshoe. And then he tosses it aside and just body-slams the Dutchman! It was wild! Now me, I hate both men, and they both treat me like a two-foot Papist pygmy with the clap, so I was just laughin', hopin' they both sent each other to the hospital. But everyone else just starts joinin' in! And before you know it, they are all fightin' each other! No reason! I guess everyone in Camp Omega thinks everyone else is a piece of human garbage, because these scientists are beating the Void out of each other, stabbin' each other with pencils, clobberin' each other over the head with staplers, trying' to choke each other out by grabbing at neckties. I thought someone was gonna die. And then the ORRA fellas come runnin' in with whistles and nightsticks and start pryin' everyone apart, and Goldstein is screamin' about how we were gonna get him lined up against a wall. Craziest thing you ever saw. I'll never forget it as long as I live."
BUILDING A BOMB FOR THE BETTERS OF SOCIETY
Otto Meitner
BUILDING A BOMB FOR THE BETTERS OF SOCIETY
Otto Meitner
The first nuclear test by Europa was of a small-scale ten-kiloton nuclear bomb. When they launched an attack on Egyptian rebels in 1942, the first use of an atomic bomb in anger, they used an even smaller five-kiloton bomb. Napoleon V still wanted to feel himself a just and righteous man, so he had instructed his scientists to prepare only bombs under 15 kilotons. As the only nuclear power in the world, he did not see a need yet to increase the scale and scope of his bombs, despite warnings from Pomeroy and the Imperial Institute that this was foolish and other factions would soon be arming. "I want to kill the enemy, not poison the planet forever," Caesar was known to say at the time. Trailing behind in the nuclear race, this left American with an option to finally one-up Europa, providing they could at last create a functioning bomb.
In the winter of 1943, the first-ever American nuclear test was scheduled to take place about forty miles west of Camp Omega. Disaster struck, however, when the truck transporting the bomb to the loading bay at the small runway skidded off the path following a tire blow-out. The bomb's immense weight caused the trailer to flip and then roll, severely jarring the warhead in the process. Alarm klaxons were blaring all across the camp as men ran hither and yon, desperately trying to flee a possible nuclear explosion. As the high-ranking personal fled to a bunker deep underground, Prof. Tubbs refused to go inside, instead asking for volunteers to help him go check on the bomb. Tubbs and two officers whose names were lost to time slowly approached the unfortunate situation with rad counters. Despite a few dents in the bomb's main structure, the core appeared undamaged and radiation was minimal. For his bravery, Prof. Tubbs was awarded the President's Cross for Civilian Courage.
Finally, after several weeks spent recovering the bomb, repairing it, and soothing frayed nerves, America detonated its first atomic bomb on February 1, 1944. A dying President Steele ordered several bombs to be prepared for use in South America, but the next incident would leave the project again in free-fall, at their moment of triumph. A general meltdown occurred in Research Station 5. Otto Meitner stumbled outside of the building, glowing so severely that his bones could be seen through his skin. Apparently, a research assistant had been handling massively unstable radioactive components when fingers slipped and a fire broke out in the lab. Screaming in anguish and with camp klaxons once again blaring, Meitner hit the dusty ground, his skin evaporating from his body like ash. It wouldn't be until a full examination of events was finished almost five years later after radiation in the building died down that the government realized Meitner had gone into the enclosure after the bumbling assistant fumbled the material and physically stopped it from melting down, thus saving the entire project from a hellish, radioactive end.
In the years that followed, the Union first announced that Dr. Meitner had defected of his own free will, then declared him a "Pinnacle Hero" of the highest caliber. Van Buren was executed immediately after Meitner's heroic demise to make the entire homosexual angle fade into the shadows. A man kidnapped and forced to develop devastating nuclear weapons for the Republican Union sacrificed himself to prevent a meltdown, saved the lives of those he hated to save his lover who was also kidnapped and brutalized on-base, and then was declared an American hero. Certainly not the life story Meitner would have picked for himself by any means, but the one that was recorded as true for all time. Following the death of of Professor Tubbs in 1970, in an even more cruel twist of fate, the NUSA Office of Atomic Matters (OAM) decided on the name of the Tubbs-Meitner Memorial National Laboratory as the name for the new complex built atop the old Camp Omega.
When the bombs were dropped on Rio de Janeiro in 1945, they were double the size of Europa's. While this was a deliberate choice on behalf of Caesar, as stated earlier, and Europa could have started out with much larger weapons, the American people thought of their nukes as far mightier and more impressive than any others, thanks to a highly-effective and vast propaganda campaign. Midas Goldstein became known as the Father of the Bomb in American schools despite him merely being the man who kidnapped scientists from other countries and bullied others into doing his own work. "Goldstein brings us guaranteed peace at the point of a nuke," read newspaper headlines. When the Europans tested the "King Louis" in 1950, however, the world would finally realize the nuclear arms race was merely beginning. The Age of the Atom had begun, and the Pinnacle Future crept closer.
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