Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit--fuck my life. Alfred thought as he ran through the halls of the White House. The virus was getting out of hand, and he's slowly being infected. There is about--oh god knows--100,000--since January!
But that was only a small part of why he's in a rush. The new Mars rover, Perseverance (damned machine) is almost done, and who knows what'll happen? Sure, more surveillance and all that--but more discoveries! More life discoveries!
Damn it--why does everything have to be so difficult? First, Perseverance is being made, then his precious country became the epicenter for COVID-19, what next--Great Depression 2.0? The way things are going, Alfred wouldn't be surprised if one did happen this April. The world's spiraling down a rabbit hole leading straight to Hell, there must a least be something not affected by the disasters.
He stopped in front of a computer, hands shaking as he checked the reports from Curiosity. If something happened, he thought. I am so fuck--
Oh. Nothing. It was the same results he gets everyday. There was nothing strange, no signs of symptoms, or any peculiar activity.
Alfred heaved a sigh of relief, his shoulders releasing their tension.
Hallelujah.
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Life on Mars (Slow Updates)
FanfictionThe government of every country has swore to protect both the personifications of said country in exchange for nothing but the full and honest truth from both sides. No secrets kept, and no lies told. But of course, someone had lied. It was for the...
