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I returned to my helicopter and I gave the orders to start the takeoff toward the capital of the country. There I could serve as president in this situation, again difficult and complicated. I ordered to the lieutenant that might convene a meeting of the Council of Ministers (all Real Democracy Army members) so without loss of time, we could begin to analyze the situation and address the new challenges that this time, it seems they were more serious and delicate than ever.

Indeed my secretary, my ever efficient secretary, got to work immediately with all her experience about it. Of course, not all summoned people were found in their official office or their home. Some were hunting, or fishing and other not localized yet, they were not for the moment, nowhere although most are in their office as it should be. Localized ones stayed duly informed. Meanwhile for my part, I concluded that the lieutenant and me were Where we should be: not only at the epicenter of this new earthquake which has occurred in our direction, (literally under our feet) but also its cause which we bring with us. From my seat, at the bottom of my musings, and despite the noise of the engines, I could hear the Lieutenant in her work of search and notification...

— Miss, put me urgently the sauna "the discrete powerful" — I heard to say the lieutenant in her search for "remote" ministers. And while she expected other calls:

— I want to talk now to the resort-sexual complex "the golden boy".

— I understand, Lieutenant.— I told her — Personal circumstances may be very distant from one person to another and from the "reality".

— I hope that these ministers could to retrace on their steps from these circumstances and distances to which you referred, sir.— She answered. Then I heard her to say grumbling:

— This country is full of Frankenstein machines with fragments of different female voices. And and worst of all: absurd music, and to have to mark numbers like steps on phone, there are few things more stressful. It are clearly illegal. This country still does not know what customer service is, or a civic attention to people in general.

Meanwhile the commander of the Chinook gave me a message from the superiority. I started reading the following: has been a worsening of the aggression and fighting by the enemy part. Apparently for some strange reason, they have come out of their slumber and defeatism. Actually, the enemy has lost all shame. Our satellites have detected the formation of huge landing fleets in both the Atlantic and the Mediterranean, with clear goals in the Iberian peninsula, ie M-1   M-17. (The country of which I am president of the military government.) From a strategic point of view according to our maximum staff experts.

— My fucked country... — I thought with a shiver which ran down my spine for the excess of liability and war.

Furious combats — continued the message — are fought at CERN that has changed of hands several times a day. There is hard struggle, degree by degree (of the subterranean circumference there) so that both armies have gone several laps to the enclosure of the entire circumference, with many losses. Something like an infinite advance, by both sides. A circular battlefield presents very difficult problems.

There is an easy solution. In this case is not necessary to know trigonometry. — I thought. Casually despite the bad news I could see the problem with practicality:

— Lieutenant, put me through to the head of operations at CERN. When you can, please.

A few seconds later I was talking to the front lines commander at CERN. My proposal about was that from a massive concentration of troops in a strong "point-degree," to begin an attack in both directions, ie left and right at the same time, until the two forces met again.

After hanging up, I found myself thinking of the inertia of the bullets and the Higg´s boson.

Soon after, the lieutenant communicated me the "placet" to the operation by superiority.