The Seven Founding Fathers Revitalize the Kingdom

[This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.] The Seven Founding Fathers Revitalize the Kingdom. October 20, 2020, 8:32 P.M White House Oval Office. President George Lindon is in his seat, sipping his water as he peruses all the documents laid down on him, it was the speech on his upcoming state-of-the-union address. It’s a 20 page long which caused him a headache. Does he need to say all of this? The speech contains all the policies added to every department agency that he thinks useful for his political career and the American people. He stopped for a moment and called his head of security just outside of the Oval Office. His voice can be heard inside the office and when his chief of security heard him calling his name, he immediately entered. “What can I do for you, Mr. President?” An African-American said seemingly in his thirties with a buzz haircut wearing a black suit that you often see in movies. He has a height of 6’5”. Just standing on the door gave him an intimidating aura. “Mike, there is something that I want to go to, can you make that possible?” George said. “Where to Mr. President? If you have an occasion that you want to visit you must say it beforehand.” Mike said as he was scolding him. “I’m sorry but it's urgent. Today is my best friend's birthday and they are holding out a party at his residence. It's just three blocks away from here.” George pleads. “Ow, Is that perhaps the Secretary of Agriculture?” Mike asked as he scratched his head as he remembered his best friend's birthday. “Yes, it is. And all my gang is already there. They are waiting for me, and since I’m the president of the United States, the leader of the free world. I assumed that would be hard to arrange suddenly?” “Yes sir, it seems like you have forgotten Adam’s birthday, and you didn’t tell us beforehand. But we can arrange it. I can ready the beast in 20 minutes. I will be sending agents to that location…” “No, I want this to be discreet. Can you do that?” George interrupted his words. “Well sir that’s impossible and you have no choice. You can go to that party unless you agree to our terms of sending agents there. Don’t worry, they will not enter the residence. They will be just outside observing. As for me, I will always be at your side.” Mike didn’t necessarily need to say that last part. It creeps him. “Okay, I think I have no choice but to follow you.” George sighed, giving up. “I’ll have it ready now Mr. President,” Mike said and began to leave the room to carry out his duties. Left inside the room was George. He didn’t continue reading his state of the union speech. Rather he stands to his seat and grabs a book on the bookshelf located just two meters from his desk. The title of the book is called. How to Get Good at Science by George Lindon MSc, Ph.D. It was his very first published book containing information in different fields of science kept on his mind. Before he became the president of the free world. He was a professor teaching engineering and architecture. The previous administration noticed his prowess in engineering and made him part of his cabinet as the secretary of Housing and Urban Development. There he created policies that helped hundreds of millions of Americans suffering from poor housing through his housing initiatives and infrastructure bill that he drafted, replaced a hundred-year-old infrastructure such as bridges, and roads. This made him famous in American politics and gained a lot of support and popularity, which made the citizens of the United States filed a petition for George to run for president as they believe that he is a guiding light that will lead America to greatness... Since it was the second term of the administration that he formerly served in, the former president supported it. He reluctantly denied the offer but after talking some sense into him by the former president. He agrees in a condition to guide him on how to become a president. He didn’t run for any office and yet the people supported him. That made him the 46th president of the United States. While reading his book. Mike opened the door not so completely and tell. “Sir the beast is ready outside,” Mike informed. “Thank you, Mike.” He closed the book and returned it to the shelf. Wore his coat and left. “Phoenix is on the move,” Mike said on his radio. … Two blocks away from the White House. October 20, 2020 9:24 P.M They arrived at his best friend's residence. The house is plain and simple. He expected that there will be many guests on his birthday, but he was surprised when he can’t see any person at all outside. He walked through the entrance and knocked on the door. “Who’s this?” A voice came from the intercom. “The President of the United States.” Hearing that, George can hear loud footsteps inside the house. And in an instant, the door opened. George gave a smile. “Howdy” Dominic saw George waiting at his doorstep. He can’t believe that he will come despite his tight schedule.  “Bro. What the… I thought you wouldn’t come?” “What? How can I not come to my bros birthday?” George said and hugged him. “Now come on in. The gang is waiting for you.” Dominic beckoned him to go inside. George entered his house. Mike was walking beside him as they go through Dominic’s living room. Arriving at the living room he saw five men seating on the couch eating popcorn and pizza. It was a plain birthday celebration but to Adams. Seeing his pals completed on his birthday made him happy. “Hey, the president is here! Give him a seat” A man said jokingly wearing a green snicker. His name is John Hughe. One of the top doctors in the United States but he retired and work for the Founding Father Corporation as a chief engineer in the Biomedical Engineering Department. “Mr. President is in the house!” “Yeah boy!” Began to dance orange justice. The six of them wore a snicker in a different color while George is wearing his presidential suits. It’s a tradition and practice that they come up with. Whenever there is a get together such as birthday, vacation, and alike. So, they can easily call them whenever something comes up. So instead of calling each other their name, they call each other by the color they wore. It's not limited to snicker. It can be a blazer, suits, polo shirt et cetera. Seeing his pals gathered today. He gave a fist bump to all of them. After that, he sat on the couch in between. The seven of them manage to fit on the couch. George leaned his back and expand his arms to gather his pals. “Come on guys, why do you think I would not come on one of our precious friends' birthday? You all like a brother to me. George said enthusiastically. “But before that why are you not wearing a snicker? We are in snicker dude.” A man wearing a red snicker said as he patted George’s shoulder. His name is James Pierce. He’s a top businessman that dominated 25% of world trade. He is the co-founder of the Founding Father Corporation. “Even if you are the president, you must follow the charter written by the Founding Fathers” A man said wearing white sneakers. His name is Jay Sawyer. A top weapon expert with expertise in nuclear engineering, Ph.D. in nuclear physics. Before he joined the Founding Father Corporation, he worked in different defense companies ranging from air, sea, and land. He’s not an ordinary human due to his expertise he was given clearance to all classified weapons, vehicles, and ship blueprints. He knows how to make them if he has the material. He can build a Nimitz Aircraft Carrier and an F-22 Raptor if he likes to. He’s the head of the Weapons Department of the Founding Father Corporation. The last two of his pals wearing blue and grey was Benjamin Williams and Alexander Curtis. Benjamin Williams graduated from MIT and a top programmer, coder, and computer engineer. Hired by Google when he was young due to his prowess in computers earned him a fortune and become the Head of Electronics and IT in the Founding Father Corporation. While Alexander Curtis is one of George's cabinet members as a secretary of Interior. He’s a top mineralogist and geologist in the United States, Lastly, Adams Johnson, the birthday boy is also one of his cabinets. He’s the Secretary of Agriculture. A top biologist in the United States of America. His broad knowledge in the field of biology made him famous. He holds four Ph.D. and became the chief biologist in Founding Father Corporation. So, what is the Founding Father Corporation? I keep saying it repeatedly so I’m going to tell you, my readers. The Founding Father Corporation is a company that deals in every field. Be it pharmaceutical, defense, medical technology, automotive, engineering, and architecture firm. It was founded by seven people with incredible talents and superhuman knowledge. Their company name is known throughout the world, but the world didn’t know who was the founder of it. The seven founders agreed unanimously to hide their identity from the outside world. Working in the shadows and pose as an average person who normally goes to work. As they don’t want to attract attention so the media cannot meddle in their lives. The seven founders’ parents abandoned them when they were born. Thus, they grew up in an orphanage without parents. It was a waste for the parent not to keep them. They don’t know the reason why their parents abandoned them but to the founders, it was a fact. A fact that they are abandoned and disowned by their parents. Their knowledge was a gift to this world and yet wasted since they can’t fully utilize it without resources available. To solve that they joined a variety of contests mostly quiz bee, science fair, international contest et cetera. The government noticed them and gave them a full scholarship to any university that they like plus a yearly allowance of 100,000$. With that amount of money, they grew up independently, lived in the same house, and studied in the same school. Before they took their path to nurture their skills and knowledge, they made a promise to themselves. “My brothers in the future we will create a company that specializes in all! I know that we can do it if we do it together. We have a unique skillset that if we combine, we will be unstoppable! So, a study at the university that you've liked, enhance your skills, nurture your knowledge! And when the time comes that we meet again. We will build our company that we stupidly talked about when we were a kid. And that is.” George reached his hand to the middle his brothers did the same. And when their hands are atop on each other, they shouted. “The Founding Fathers!”. All of them turned successful and achieved their dream of founding their company. All of them hold a Ph.D. degree. Meaning they are smart and powerful. I digress. Back to the story. “I know that, so I brought my snicker… Mike my snicker is in the car. Mind if I ask you to get it?” George asked. Mike gave a nod and began and leave to get his snicker. “Oh, I forgot, You have a state of the union this week” Dominic continued “Don’t forget my initiatives and policies that I’ve made huh? I’ve worked so hard…” “Of course, how can I not include to my speech about the programs and policies that you made that help millions of American citizens? As for you as well Alexander.” Alexander raised his glass in agreement he thought he forgot the policies he had made that the president won’t notice it. “This is a plain party huh? So, are we just going to drink? Are we not going out?” George said seeing the empty table lack food, it's just popcorn and pizza. “It's not possible boy president, first of all, you are the president of the united states, just for going to the bar would cost hundred thousand of dollars to American taxpayers,” Adams said. “Sad” George said in a gloomy expression “But we have cans of beer here so cheer up! The most important thing to me is you all come to my birthday despite your tight schedules. I’ll truly cherish this” Adams's tears are welling up in his eyes. “Thank you that I met all of you?” And then his tears broke up cascading to his face. “What you’d cried? Come on men even when we are kids, we relied on each other. When one needs help, all of us will help. Regardless of what problem it is, we will solve it! Brothers forever!” “Brother forever!” They shouted in unison. Dominic swept his tears with the back of his hand, grateful that he met them. Meanwhile just outside the residence Mike who was about to get something on the beast received a disturbing call on his earpiece. “Mike! Get the president out of there! One of our missiles in Washington has been hacked and headed to the address *Redacted. NORAD estimates 45 seconds upon arrival, but I received the report 30 seconds ago!” “What the f**k! Mr. President!” Mike screamed echoed in the night. He can’t get him in no time but despite that, he tried his best to get in the house. In an instant. *Boom An explosion occurred at the residence. Mike flung ten meters and was thrown into the beast. His vision blurred and suffering from a concussion. He tried his best to open his eyes. Dumbfounded he saw the house ablaze. The president is still inside as the secret service near the location immediately ran towards the house. It was too late the president was killed by a missile strike. After moments later. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” The man screamed echoed in the room. “What the f**k was that? A dream?” Thinking that it was a dream he was relieved he sat back on to his couch and found something odd. “What the? This is not Adams's house? Where is this?” The man said dubiously to himself and began to wander his eyes around the surroundings. It was a huge room not like Adams’s house interior. The lights coming from the big window gave him a hint of where he was. It looks like a room that you can see in medieval movies and anime. He was confused as he falls again on his seat. “What the f**k is this? This is a dream… This is a dream” The man reassured himself with his word along with the slap on his face to wake up, but he felt a vivid pain on the slapped part of his pace. “No way! Is this real?” As he rubs his eyes to confirm it he then saw something odd again. There are six persons in this room, seven if he adds himself. Sleeping in an odd position. A smell stung on his nose. He is familiar with what it smells like. “Alcohol? So, these people are drunk?” The man breathes to his hand to smell his breath. “What I’m drunk too? Ow, I remember we were drinking because it's Adams’s birthday but how the hell?...” The remaining six yawned and stretched their hands like they are waking up in the morning, it interrupted him. “What the? is that explosion?” The unknown man said. “What the?” The other man seems confused just like me. “Adams? George!” When that man shouted their names, he snapped back to reality. “Wait how did you know my name?” A man said standing in front of him. “Huh? Who the f**k are you?” “I’m George! George Lindon!” He said his name in a loud tone. Hearing that the others looked at his face dubiously. “No, you can’t be, you’re not George. He doesn’t look like you!” The man denied. He didn’t believe him. Of course, that was obvious since he might be in a different body so he needed something that would make them believe in him. “Argh, I have no choice.” The man breathed and puffed his chest. “My name is George Lindon, the 46th president of the United States, founder of the Founding Fathers Corporation.” Was that enough? George thought. “No way! You are different from him…” Realizing that his appearance is different the man who responded scanned his body. “What I am too?” “What the f**k is happening George?” “Who are you?” “Your f*****g Secretary of Interior!” “Alexander?” And thus, the seven founding fathers found themselves in a bizarre situation. He claimed to be Alexander, but he doesn’t look like him. He’s young, probably in his teens. He has a handsome face with nape-length white hair that covers his forehead and his icy blue eyes. He is skinny and wore a white blazer and under it was a black long sleeves polo. His shirt is unbuttoned, and his tie is loose and slung over his right shoulder. It gave him an aura of a heart r****f the university “What the f**k is happening?!” A man said in a low tone, he seems to be perplexed. This guy looks in his teens like the claimed Alexander. He’s a handsome young man, he has a slim athletic build, with messy black hair and grey eyes. He wore a black shirt, a thin white vest, and a black ascot with a blue gem. Over this he dons a black coat that is adorned with golden trimmings and tassels, ending with ebony fur trims. He wears black pants which are embellished with chains on his right thigh. George asked the guy. “Hey who are you?” The man startled; George was asking him suddenly. “Ehem. My name is John Hughe, Co-Founder of the Founding Father Corporation.” “What the f**k?! No way you’re John?!” George exclaimed. He can’t believe what was happening right now. “You’re George, right? Mr. President what is happening” John asked, George gave him a stern look and stood tall. Whenever they address him as a president, he needs to act like it. “Wait let’s be logical for a moment.” George placed his hand to his chin resting it. “Logical? Nothing makes sense now! How can we logical about this?” A man screamed to his right. He doesn’t know who he is, so he asked his name. “My name is James Pierce! George, what is happening? Is this one of your experimental products about visual augmentation reality?” George is now more confused as, why all his brothers are young and handsome. Pierce has short, choppy orange hair and ruby eyes. He wears a grey jacket with dark red and light grey details, grey pants, and black boots, His jacket is opened to one side. He also wears a blue scarf. “Look, Pierce, as a scientist and engineer, this phenomenon can be explained when we chill ourselves and gather information. For now, let us be quiet and help me!” With the peremptory tone, he complied. Even he's in another body, he can feel the presence of the president. “But before that, to avoid needless confusion. Except for John, Alexander, and James. Introduce yourselves.” George ordered while imposing his intimidating aura. “Then, My name is Adams Johnson, Uhh... how can I say this? Secretary of Agriculture of the United States of America. Co-founder of Founding Father Corporation. I guess that’s it” A man claimed to be Adams said reluctantly. George scanned his appearance. The man claimed to Adams is a handsome young man with curly, medium-length brown hair. His cyan blue eyes are sometimes closed or half-open, although he resides in another body. His body can display his carefree and benevolent attitude. He has a slim, athletic build. He wore a grey coat with golden outlines, grey pants, and a black pair of gloves with an orange scarf around his elbows. “I think it's my turn” A man stepped in “My name is Benjamin Williams, co-founder of founding father corporation, Head of IT and Electronics department, I’m a programmer, coder, and engineer. A pleasure to meet you fuckers” His opening lines seem decent but his last lines sounded like him. Benjamin has fair skin and light dusting freckles across his nose, auburn hair, sideburns, and a dreamy green eye. He wears navy blue trousers, black boots, a magenta cravat, a blue shirt, and indigo vest, black epaulets, gold aiguillette, and a light gray-and-black blazer with patterns. He has a slim, athletic build. “You wore too much Benjamin, even in this world you are showy as f**k ahahaha” The man chuckled beside him. “Yeah who are you by the way? You didn’t introduce yourselves.” Benjamin replied, he chuckled also. “Ow, I think I know who you are” Benjamin pointed. “Since the two of you didn’t introduce yourselves, and this guy said he is George. You might be Jay!” “Precisely! Up here” They hit each other’s hand “Ehem, just as Benjamin stated, I am Jay Sawyer. I’m the embodiment of rockets, and bullets, my favorite weapon is Heckler & Koch G36, If you want an Arleigh-burke destroyer I can give it to you as long as you kiss my butt.” Everyone in the room laughed at Jay. “He is the Jay we know Hahahaha.” Adams's body curled laughing. “It's good to see you guys even on this freaky Friday hahaha!” George scanned his appearance. This guy is slim, around 6’0” tall, if George were to describe it he looked like Merlin from the movie, Merlin and Red Shoes. He has short hazel brown hair with bangs on his forehead. He wears a purple coat and a white jabot. He also wears a white cloak that is held together by a golden chain. “Hmm, now that I know all of your appearances. What about mine?” George was curious, he looked around at the room and saw a human-sized mirror on the far right corner of the door. He quickly went towards it and saw his appearance. His body has a slim, athletic body around 6’3”, with pale skin and amber eyes with yellow pupils. He has short black hair that fades to amber brown. He wears a long dark brown coat with silver shoulder pads. He also wears gloves, a formal dark gray shirt, black pants, and a black coat. In this body, he can be considered handsome along with his pals. Now that they know their name and appearance they get back on the topic. They gathered in the middle of the room and sat on the two opposites side sofa with a round table in between. The table is filled with bottles that reek of alcohol. They found themselves in the middle and they think that their body is having a drink at the same as they are having a drink in Adam’s house. “Now, let’s get forward on the main issue. Where is this place? And How did we get here.” George initiated the discussion. “I think I know what happened.” The man in the white coat held together by a golden chain spoke. It was Jay. “Before we ‘arrived here’ I saw a figure of missiles penetrating the upper interior of the house, and it exploded just two meters from us.” Hearing that, everyone in the room was shocked. “Then how did the missile go through its way to the president's location? It's odd, Washington is the most protected city in the U.S especially when the president is in the city. How did our radar fail to detect a simple missile?” Adams said, clenching his fist. He was displeased. “It could be a system error, the module malfunctioned, or worst, a hack. DOD has a sophisticated radar that should detect and intercept missiles. If those machines malfunctioned due to a hack. It is possible to even for a simple AMRAAM.” “But who would dare to commit this act of cowardice? If that is a hack, then it could be…” Adams snorted. “The radar works in independent server underground the DOD facility if you want to hack or disable the air defense system. You must need to go into the servers physically to induce a hack. It's heavily guarded, whoever did it is smart and knows the interior design, silent alarms, and the blind spot of security cameras.” Jay explained. “It could be Russia, North Korea, or Iran,” James suggested. “But this makes no sense at all! I get that the missile exploded just in front of us and we should be dead by now! How did this happen? Why are we in a body we don’t know?” Pierce chastise their discussion; it makes no sense to him. How did they arrive at this body? Those question is still lingering on Pierce’s head. “We don’t know! But what already happened, happened. It's no point of discussing how we arrived here” John rebuke. “Say the man whose life is studying science, medicine, and plant. You are supposed to explain this phenomenon scientifically! Ignoring the fact that we’re ‘reincarnated’ to this body is an insult to every scientist. A scientist must study every coincidence that is happening around us!” “You want a fact?! Let me tell you one fact! You’re not a scientist, you’re a businessman, and don’t dare lecture me on how science is supposed to work! You should’ve known your place! Without our products, you will never gain fame and will not be ultimately rich!” John slammed the table after, raising his voice. “Ah, you’re doing this now John?” Pierce stood up on his seat and aggressively approached John and pulled him. His face is now close to John. John startled when James pulled him, he clenched his fist and gaze at him intently. “What’s that look? You wanna go?” James maid a smug face, as for John he wants to remove that smug look on his face. “You f**k!” Just as John was about to hit him in the face his fist was stopped by someone. It was George, the president. “Enough!” George shouted at the two. “This isn’t the time where we should fight each other! We have a pressing issue to address and yet you two are acting like a kid! What a shame.” George breathes heavily, trying to calm himself. “I need you all to be quiet for a f*****g moment! Is that understood?” The two didn’t respond but complied anyway. Thankfully, George's intervention made them stop and returned to their seats. But the atmosphere is still tensed between them as they stared right directly into their eyes. The others calmed them by taking some sense to them. “Now, where was I?” George continued “Okay this body seems…” As he pondered, memories suddenly came flooding back to him, memories that aren’t theirs. “What the hell is this?” All of them are dumbfounded as they are flooded with someone’s else memories. They all hold their head with them both hands in confusion. “It’s f*****g even worst!” “It's not our f*****g memory! It's someone else!” “Such a feat is centuries away! What is happening.” Just as they complained about the suddenness of their memory being flooded with someone else, they all felt excruciating pain. After five minutes, the pain gradually recedes. “What the? Who am I? I don’t know anymore?” George said confusingly along with the others.