Chapter 7: The End ?
I thought that it couldn´t get any worse, but well I was wrong in that regard. We were trapped in a small, dark and damp chamber, and one was already dead. Poor Ghostface. Although I never really liked him, he certainly now couldn´t be of any use to me. As I was trapped like an animal, I began to reevaluate my options: We wouldn´t be able to win a fullblown fight, so I decided that our only chance would be to negotiate. Luckily I am Austrian, which means that I was the only one able to talk to them. So I openend the door and started talking:
(translation from german) ” Greetings dear friends, I think that we have a misunderstanding here. You see, my loyale servants evaluated you as a danger, and so they attacked.I am deeply sorry and shall soon send reparation.
(pale officer) Be greeted brother, how´s the situation on earth looking?
Its a shame that I have to disappoint you like this, but its not looking too great for our final victory.(Ugh I hated crawling up someone´s ****, but dire times need hurtfull solutions) Anyways, I would love to make a thorough inspection of your laboratories, which is the reason form my arrival.
The officer lead me through the narrow hallways of the ship, which where so white that I felt like I was wandering through complete and utter nothing. After what seemed to be an endless walk through these confining halls, we finally reached a large, reinforced metal door, which seemed to be the entrance to the main lab, where he introduced me to some scientists, who proudly showed of their newest and most advanced computers, that were potatoes compared tot he supercomputers on earth. Then after looking through what seemed to be ridiculous amounts of irrelevant rubbish, I stumbled across „Projekt Volkskontrolle“. Overtaken by a sudden surge of interest I asked the scientist what said project was. The answer was equally remarkable and worrying.
„Projekt Volkskontrolle“ is the first ever successful mindcontrolling project. You see the swastikas worn by the soldiers aren´t just cosmetical, they contain a number of circiuts and microchips, that send electromagnetic impulses which stimulate and thereby controll the wearer´s brain. This was the only option to prevent mutiny.
[Me] And you´re wearing one of those yourselves as well ?
Of course, they must be worn by everybody.
[Me] Would you be so kind to let me take a look at the software ?
As you wish.
The way this brainwashing worked was remarkably complicated, but the firewall protecting it from intruders was a laugh; I in a matter of seconds I had accessed the main controll panel, and secretly transferred control to a tablet-like gadget that I had picked up from one oft he deceased Nazis. After all now, Ghostface had been of use to me.
[Me] My last wish would be that you introduced me to your leader, I shall have a talk with himm about your security.
Fine, but make it quick.
They lead me into large room where on an elevated balcony I saw a man, who was probably their leader.
HANDS UP AND SURRENDER, SPY!
Following this scream, dozens of guns where pointed towards me, and their leader said:
“Checkmate traitor, it´s over!“
„Yes indeed, checkmate“; I said calmly, pressing a button on my tablet-like gadget, which subsequently shocked all Nazis, ,
“This ship is now under my control“