Trumpocalypse Underling
Dreamed 2020/5/3 by Wayan
I'm a low-level devil--Satan's office assistant. He's out to end the world in the next day or two. I love the world, and want it to live, but I'm under his eye and his direct orders; hard to squirm out of obedience.
He makes me carry his sack of ritual tools, and I do it.
He rents a warehouse. Rolls up its textured yellow-brown door and takes possession. Apocalypse Central, open for business! And I can't stop him.
He hires, enslaves, or (for all I know) gets enthusiastic online volunteers to file in through an upstairs side-door, walk along a catwalk, and out another side-door; they seem to be a sort of bucket brigade, each carrying a little something in? Though I don't see how filling a warehouse with dirt (or much of anything else) can end the world. But he does. He's a mover and shaker, this Devil. And he wants to blow that last Trump.
I snoop on him and his chiefs of staff in their daily briefings. Note their names and plans. But who can I pass them to? I have no contacts with rebels--if there even are any. Got no privacy. No freedom, no friends, no power. Feel so helpless.
Their businesslike apocalypse rolls smoothly on...
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