The president

Inside the White House ten days after Alex had created the Yinzea, sitting in its office room, sat a gorgeous woman in her forties. She had long black hair, delicate white skin, brown eyes, a decent figure, and wore a wonderfully made white suit.  

This is Dr.Olivia Davis, mother of three, genius scientist, the first female president, and the fiftieth leader to be elected for the United States of America.

The story of How she went from a scientist who was leading the next generation into a far more technological age to the first female president is a long one filled with deception, loss, pain, and sorrow. In the end, however, it worked out.

Normally Oliva is the perfect picture of a strong composed woman with her facial features posed neutrally giving her a regal look.   

Now however she laid her head on her desk, a defeated look on her face.  

The reason why is obvious. 

Ever since the world's sudden shift in design, America has been in utter chaos. 

The people were rioting demanding an explanation. 

Crime rates shot through the roof, increasing by a staggering 200% and rising!

The worst of it was how the various religious groups presiding in America reacted! 

In the last three days alone she had to forcefully put down three "crusades" to purge the "unholy"!  

It was a mess, and despite her best efforts things weren't looking up. 

Olivia had known for a while now that America was on the brink of another civil war, something she had successfully until now prevented. 

But, with the current situation, she had no doubts her opposition would strike soon, end of the world or not. 

" Greedy fucking pigs. Can't you for a moment see how much damage you've done to the country because of your idiocy?" Mumbled Olivia as she finally sat back up.

America even before now had fallen from its once glorious position as the golden boy of the world. 

To the rest of the world, America was a broody teenager that wanted to be different from its peers but failed in the worst way possible. Instead of a land of the free, governed by righteous and just leaders, it was a country filled to the brim with corruption and hatred. 

Its people while not oppressed for skin color, gender, or sexual orientation,  as that had been fully dealt with nearly a decade ago by the first openly gay president, were separated by class and privileges given by birth.

If you thought it was hard for a low-income family to become a mid-income or even high-income household thirty years ago, it was nearly impossible now thanks to the increased control businesses have over the country. 

Letting out a sigh Olivia stood up from her chair and moved in front of the window behind her desk.

She watched as the beautifully shaped clouds which littered the now clear blue sky moved past her viewing position. 

' Moving past the chaos it's caused, the change really is something else.' Thought Olivia.

It was like looking at a beautifully painted picture of the sky that took a life of its own.  

Honestly, if it wasn't for all the bullshit happening around her the female president wouldn't have hesitated to simply gaze at her surroundings in wonder and awe as she mentally compared each item she owned to before the change and after. 

Without any outside distractions, she was sure her scientific nature wouldn't hesitate to come out in full force and make her study the new molecular structure of the universe. 

Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be.

The sound of her office door opening alerted her to the presence of another in the room. Taking a glance behind her, the sight of her secretary of defense standing a respectful distance away greeted Olivia.

The secretary of defense was an older black man in his fifties, whose demeanor perfectly suited his position. Despite his age, he was quite the looker; in his youth, he would have made heads spin.  

His name was Deandre Jones, and he's one of Olivia's greatest hurdles to improving the country.  

Jones has a lot of influence in and out of the country, which while making him invaluable at times, makes him a headache to deal with when the fiftieth president tries to do anything of importance. 

" Is there something you need, Jones?" Oliva asked respectfully.

Even though he was her greatest enemy he was a man to be respected, and if he had come to talk to her it must've been important. 

Looking at Oliva as if he was judging something, Jones looked tense, almost scared of what he was going to say. 

" Ma'am, I can't believe I'm saying this, but, Aliens, real Aliens, have been spotted attacking civilians and police alike near the beaches of Delaware."

Now Jones is never one to joke about anything; in fact, he was quite the straightforward man. He'd much rather tell you the hard truth than sugarcoat whatever he wanted to say, doesn't mean he couldn't mind you.

So Oliva hearing this could only give a reaction that anyone in her situation would.

"Fuck."

Why did whatever God watching over them decide to do this shit while she was still in office?