The Time War
By Gary LM Martin
Chapter 16: The Regrettable Scalping of Christopher Columbus
The Temporal Social Justice Warriors:
Once again, the girls of the Community were getting the worst jobs. Maria Jefferson was plotting something big, but the girls didn't know what it was. He was off with John Cummings and Elijah Ellison and Keith Ashanti and even Red Bull and Ahmed Ahmad, planning something big. And what were the girl's role in all this?
They were told to "plan a big party".
"It's sex discrimination, that's what it is," said Dana Slotkin, as she worked in the kitchen with the other women.
"How can you say that?" asked Alyssa Goldenfrau. Alyssa always took Maria's side, no badly how badly Maria treated them. "Maria is a girl, just like us. He looks out for us."
"Then why are we here in the kitchen, while the men are plotting the next big thing?" Dana asked.
Suddenly Maria poked his head into the kitchen. "Hey girls!"
"Maria!" the girls squealed, all racing to hug him like puppies welcoming their master.
Maria hugged them patiently, one by one, before he came to Dana. He started squeezing her tits. "Dana, I put you in charge. Has everyone been a good girl here?"
"Yes, Maria," said Dana, starting to feel warm and happy.
"Are you sure?" Maria asked, rubbing her rapidly hardening teats through her shirt.
"I'm sure," said Dana, lifting her chin up. Maria gave her a passionate kiss while the other women watched, totally envious.
When Dana pulled back, Maria said, "Girls, I want you all in the conference room. I have a big announcement to make."
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When they had all gathered in the conference room, Maria made his announcement. "Girls, we are going to undiscover the New World."
The women looked puzzled.
Maria pressed a button on his Pad, and the image of an Italian appeared floating above them. "This man was one of the biggest genocidal murderers of the 15th century."
The man appearing above them was none other than Christopher Columbus.
"If not for this man, the North American continent wouldn't have been raped of its natural resources. If not for this man, Superior Americans wouldn't have been pushed from their lands by evil white Europeans. And if not for this man, millions of brothers of color wouldn't have been enslaved," said Maria. "I propose... to liquidate this man and his crew of pirates from the face of history."
There was a stunned silence from the women for a moment. The men, of course, already knew. Red Bull had the widest smile of them all. Finally, something was going to be done for his people.
But the white women weren't quite as excited.
"Maria," said Dana, "Wasn't Christopher Columbus merely looking for a pathway to China?"
"He was a capitalist exploiter!" Maria thundered. "He deserves everything he has coming to him, and more." He saw the doubt on Dana's face. He moved closer, so their bodies were touching. Maria's flat feminine chest pressed against Dana's, and his even more feminine penis pressed against Dana's groin. "Dana", he said softly, "Christopher Columbus was white, and whites are always guilty of something, aren't they, Dana?" He rubbed against her, causing her to gasp. "Aren't they?"
"Y-yes," Dana gasped again, looking into his eyes.
"Good," Maria smiled. He took a few steps back.
"Maria, I have a question, if I may," said Katie Lang.
"Yes, Katie?" Katie, like Maria, was a lesbian, only Katie didn't have a penis as Maria did.
Katie said, "Even if we liquidate Columbus, won't America still... eventually... be discovered by Europeans?"
"I had John working on that very issue," said Maria. "According to our calculations, America won't be discovered for at least another two hundred years. By that time the obnoxious white people of Europe will be so enmeshed in their petty wars, that they won't have the resources or inclination to invade the New World. The New World will eventually be inhabited, but by a much more... deserving race of peoples." He put an arm around Red Bull, who looked quite pleased.
"I like the idea," said Chloe Weatherly. "But I just have one question."
"And what is that, Chloe?" Maria asked.
"I thought the Time Shaft only had enough power to project us back to the early 18th century. How in the world are we going back to 1492?"
It was a very good question.
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Marsha Kalinsky had been a most reluctant convert to the cause.
When Maria had arranged to have her rescued from the Luddites, who had held her hostage long enough to force her to create a Time Shaft for them, he had expected Marsha to be grateful.
And she was, at first. Until she learned she was also expected to build a Time Shaft for the Community.
"But that will take years!" she said.
"Nonsense!" Maria had told her. "You built the Time Shaft for the Luddites in only six years. Now that you know how to do it, you should be able to build it for us much more quickly."
"I won't do it," said Marsha.
"In my experience," said Maria, "the word 'won't' is simply another way of saying 'I will, but at a later time'".
Maria had tried his best to be gentle with her. He had introduced Marsha to the joys of lesbian penis. It had worked with Chloe Weatherly, Dana Slotkin, Alyssa Goldenfrau, and countless other women. But his charm didn't seem to work on Marsha. She didn't seem to enjoy lesbian scissoring with Maria, whether he had a penis or not.
And so Maria had been forced to introduce Marsha to the closet. At first, it was a standard walk-in closet, perhaps three feet long by three feet wide. But he quickly determined that it wasn't small enough, so he had a new one built, one that gave no option for sitting down, eighteen inches by twelve inches, and he let Marsha stand in the dark for hours at a time.
It worked. Quickly Marsha became a willing if not enthusiastic convert to his plan. And it only took two years of persistent effort to construct a Time Shaft, using Maria's generous allotment of funds from the grievance business which had made him a wealthy man, back when he had been a man. But Marsha always seemed to test Maria's generosity, and he found he had to put her back in the closet from time to time to help remind her that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Or the one.
And so when Maria had come to Marsha, and told her of his plan to go back to the year 1492, Marsha had flatly said that was impossible.
Impossible
was clearly a resistance word, and so Maria ordered Marsha to go into her closet. Maria had trained Marsha well. Even if Marsha hadn't been wearing the circlet around her neck containing four grams of a powerful explosive, she would still have obeyed him. Marsha, her head hung low, had obediently walked into the closet, closing the door behind her. Maria smiled as he heard the click of the lock closing. He always loved that sound.