 switched on. The evening news was on. The screen flickered. The breaking-news line at the bottom of the screen flashed and the words "Live Feed" pulsated in white at the bottom right of screen. I saw a footage of Charles and I harassed by the press. I took a deep sighing breath.

'Turn the volume up,' Charles commanded.

The reporter on the ground asked people what they thought about the visitors from space.

'They are definitely aliens.'

'I suspect they are humanoids.'

'For all we know, they could be our relatives from another galaxy.' They replied.

'I don't need this in my life,' I cried.

'I knew this TV thing was a bad idea,' He murmured under his breath. I heard him.

Another breaking news headline flashed, a man who appeared important was about to be interviewed. At the bottom center of the screen, his name appeared. "John Williams, President of Appian." A shadow of confusion crossed our faces.

'What happened to President Trump?' I snarled.

'What the hell is going on and...'

'Ssshh.'

'If Yolanda and Charles are proven to be humans beyond reasonable doubt. They'd be integrated to our beautiful country,' President John Williams declared.

'What if they are extra-terrestrials?'

'Then I will have no choice but to deport them back wherever they came from.'

'Are you running for the next upcoming presidential elections?'

'Definitely.'

'What are your chances of winning this time?'

'If the people still feel I'm the right man to lead them, then I will win.'

'Over the last 3 presidential elections, the number of voters have decreased to alarming levels. Any thoughts on that?'

'I feel the elections have lost relevance over the past 15 years, because people feel their vote will make no difference. I disagree, every vote counts.'

'Any last words?'

'My fellow Appians, please vote for John Williams on the 7th June 9999. A man you can finally believe in.'

I jumped from the couch, stood up and stared at Charles.

'What year is it?' I screamed.

He covered his mouth with his hands in disbelief.

'I don't believe this.'


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' Turn the volume up,' Charles command. 

 The reporter on the ground asked citizenry what they thought about the visitors from space. 

' They are decidedly aliens.' 

' I suspect they are android.' 

' For all we know, they could be our relative from another galaxy.' They answer. 

' I don't need this in my life,' I cried. 

' I knew this television receiver thing was a bad idea,' He murmured under his breath. I hear him. 

 Another break news headline flashed, a man who appeared important was about to be interviewed. At the bottom center of the screen, his name look. " John Williams, President of Appian. " A shadow of confusion crossed our face. 

' What happen to President Trump?' I snarled. 

' What the hell is going on and...' 

' Ssshh.' 

' If Yolanda and Charles are raise to be humans beyond reasonable doubt. They'd be integrated to our beautiful country,' President John Williams declare. 

' What if they are extra - terrestrials?' 

' Then I will have no choice but to deport them back wherever they came from.' 

' Are you running for the adjacent upcoming presidential elections?' 

' Definitely.' 

' What are your chances of gain this time?' 

' If the citizenry still feel I'm the right man to lead them, then I will succeed.' 

' Over the last 3 presidential elections, the number of voter have decreased to alarming grade. Any thoughts on that?' 

' I feel the election have lost relevance over the past 15 year, because people feel their right to vote will make no difference. I disagree, every vote counts.' 

' Any concluding words?' 

' My colleague Appians, please vote for John Williams on the 7th June 9999. A man you can last believe in.' 

 I jump from the couch, stood up and stared at Charles. 

' What year is it?' I screamed. 

 He covered his mouth with his hands in incredulity. 

' I don't believe this.'
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'SsshH.'

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'DefINitely.'

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'ANy last words?'

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'What Year is it?' I screamed.

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'I DOn't BELieve this.'


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' T ur n th e volume up,' Cha r le s  commanded.

T he rep or t er o n t heground ask ed  peop l e whatt he y t hou g ht about thevisitors fr o m s pace.
' The y  are d efini te l y a liens.'

'I  sus pect they  are h u manoids . '

'For  all w e k now , th e yco uld  b e  ou r  r ela t ive s from a no th er ga laxy . ' T heyrep lied .

'I  don't need t his  inm y l ife,'  I cr ied. 
'I kn ew thi s TVth ing was a bad i dea, ' He murm ure dund er  hisb reath.  Ihea rd him. 

Anoth e r b re a k i ng  news headline fla sh e d ,a man wh o appe a re di mportant  w asabou t to be  int e rv iewed. A t theb ot to m cente rof the  s cre en,  hisn ameappear ed. "Joh n Wil l iams, Presiden t  of Appian."A  s h a do w  ofcon fusion cros sedo ur f aces . 
'Wh a t hap pened  t o  P r esident Trump?' I s na rled.
'Wha t the hell is  going ona n d ...'

'S sshh . ''If Yolanda an d Cha rles are p r oven tobe hu mans bey ond reaso n a ble doub t.The y'd  be i nt egrated to ou r beau ti ful cou ntr y,' Pre sid ent  Jo hnWi lliams de clared.
' Wh at  i f t hey a r e extra- te rre st ria ls?''ThenI wil l ha ve  n o  ch oice bu t  t o depo rt  t hembac kwhere vert hey  came f rom.'

'A rey ou r un ni ng forthe next upco mi ng preside nt ial  elect i o ns?'

'D efinitely.'

'What arey our cha nce s ofwinn ing thistim e?'

' Ift he peo ple st ill f ee l I ' m  ther i gh t m an  to lead t h e m,thenIwill  win.'
'Over the last 3p res idential elec tio ns,t h enum b er ofvo t ers h ave decreased t o alarming  l e ve ls. Any th o ugh ts  on tha t?'

'I  feel the ele ctions ha ve lost r el evan c e  ov er the pas t 15 yea rs, becau s e peo p le  feel  th eir vo te  wi ll ma ke nod iff erenc e. I d is agree,  ever yvote cou nts.'

'Any last words? '

'My  fell owAppians,ple a sevote forJohn  Williamsonthe  7thJun e  9999 . Am an  yo u  canfina l ly believ e  i n.' Ijumped from t h e c ouch,  st o od upandstared at Charles . 

'What year i s it ? '  Iscr e amed .
He covered hi s m ou t h  with hi shands in di sbelief. 
' I don 't bel ieve t his.'

 switched_on. The_evening news was on._The screen_flickered._The breaking-news_line_at the bottom_of the screen_flashed and the words_"Live Feed" pulsated_in_white at the bottom right of screen. I saw a footage of Charles and_I_harassed by_the_press._I took a deep sighing_breath.

'Turn the volume up,' Charles_commanded.

The reporter_on the ground asked people what they thought_about_the visitors from_space.

'They are definitely aliens.'

'I suspect they are humanoids.'

'For all_we know, they could be our_relatives from another_galaxy.'_They_replied.

'I don't need this_in my life,' I cried.

'I knew_this TV thing was a bad_idea,' He murmured under his breath. I_heard him.

Another breaking news headline flashed,_a man who appeared important_was about_to be interviewed. At the_bottom center of_the screen,_his name appeared._"John Williams, President of Appian." A_shadow of confusion_crossed our faces.

'What happened to President_Trump?'_I snarled.

'What the_hell_is_going on_and...'

'Ssshh.'

'If Yolanda and_Charles_are proven_to_be humans beyond reasonable doubt. They'd_be_integrated to our beautiful country,' President John_Williams declared.

'What if they_are_extra-terrestrials?'

'Then I will have_no choice but to deport_them back wherever they came from.'

'Are_you running_for the_next upcoming presidential elections?'

'Definitely.'

'What are your chances of winning this time?'

'If_the people still feel I'm the_right man to lead_them, then_I_will win.'

'Over the_last_3 presidential_elections, the number of voters have decreased_to alarming_levels. Any thoughts on that?'

'I feel_the elections have lost_relevance_over the past 15 years, because_people feel their vote will make_no difference. I disagree, every_vote_counts.'

'Any_last words?'

'My fellow Appians, please_vote for John Williams on the_7th June 9999._A man you can finally believe in.'

I_jumped_from the couch, stood up and_stared_at Charles.

'What year is it?' I_screamed.

He_covered_his mouth with his hands_in disbelief.

'I don't believe this.'

