What A Wonderful World by Jon Kelley (bill gates best books TXT) 📖

is Gwen, and she’s amazed at how well we click, at how we never fight. That’s what she thinks. When I warp back to the present, I explain what I “meant to say” and the fight is over. Then comes the make up sex.
She is my world. When we are together, when I hold her in my arms, everything else just melts away.
She’s worried about this upcoming December. The whole Mayan prediction thing. She has good reason. There are several groups that hold violent demonstrations. The police and government are really brutal with them. They say that the government has these fortified underground fortresses. These fortresses are only for the super-rich, super-connected government officials. The only civilians allowed inside have to give up everything they own to get a seat, and by everything they own, I mean houses, cars, and lifesavings. And by lifesavings, I mean, hundreds of thousands of dollars. With the depression, only celebrities, politicians, and the super-rich people. This has been proven.
A man by the name of Winston Clarke made a buy for one of these exclusive escapes while wearing a hidden camera, he got it all on tape. He had caught confessions, he had names, he had dates. He was the last true man on earth. He gave his lifesavings to those people, knowing full well that he would in fact not get a place in the fortress. Knowing that after he hijacked the television networks and broadcasted it over the news it was only a matter of time before they would kill him in a gruesome manner. His fans watched the news, nothing. Just a disappearance, you can only imagine what happened to him if they wouldn’t even announce his death. Some people say he was full of shit, that the whole thing was a charade. He just wanted to be famous. But I believe it. So do over eighteen million of his followers.
It has almost been proven that World War III was started so that the government could decrease the population.
I wish I could warp Gwen out of this horrible time. I’ve tried, but it never works. She’s big into this group, The 2012 Truth Movement. Winston Clarke left behind many believers.
One day, I was visiting my mother’s headstone, well, where her headstone would be if I hadn’t been fired. I told Gwen I wanted to be alone. She understood. She was going to a Truth Movement. The last place that she would ever be.
She was shot there, shot in the head while trying to protest the concentration camps many followers of Winston Clarke were being put in. I fainted after hearing the news. I’ve never seen anyone faint in real life, only the movies. But I can tell you, it happens.
After Gwen’s death, I’ve given up living in the past, I’ve still warped back to see her, but only on a few occasions. I’ve even warped back to try and save her, but you can’t change what people do. She was set out to protest, and that’s what she ended up doing So I gave up on trying to save her. I’ve given up on living in that small window of light I had. I’ve given up on Earth and its inhabitants. I began my plan.
I started infiltrating many of these underground fortresses disguised as a worker. Winston Clarke was for real. I befriended him in the past, I gave him information. I told him about the plan I had. He didn’t like it at first, but saw it my way eventually. I told him that I wasn’t sure what exactly would happen to him, but something bad was in store for him. And after seeing them being built, after looking up clues to where they are online, after reading Winston Clarke’s notes, I had my plan up and running.

So, on December 10th 2012 I had it all in motion. I had found every underground fortress. I had found factual scientific proof about the solar flares that would engulf the planet. I knew it was coming. I never told anyone, they couldn’t be saved anyway. We were all doomed. Well, not the politicians, the celebrities, and the super-rich.
But I had other plans for them. I had planted many explosive charges in these fortresses. Some of them had enough to level the entire facilities. Some had just enough to make the underground utopias a living hell. Some would destroy the water and air supply. Leaving them just enough time to regret forgetting about their families, and just saving their own asses.
All and all, these explosives would ensure that everyone was treated fairly. That the inevitable apocalypse would get to everyone. Even me. I watched the first wave of these solar flares myself, but before they destroyed me, I warped back one day. Back to December 16th 2012, not the 21st.
I put enough money in my bank account in the past to bribe the newscasters. I bought up a full hour of airtime, don’t ask how much it costs. You wouldn’t believe me.
With The Truth Movement guarding the doors, I started my speech.
“This is true people, the end is here. I’ve seen it. I thought I may as well be honest with you.
Kennedy was killed by Oswald, Oswald was hired by the Federal Reserve, the rumors were true, William McChesney Martin Jr. signed the order. I’ve seen it. Kennedy wouldn’t play ball with the Federal Reserve. So they made an example out of him.
Roswell, New Mexico, well that was fake, there is no life out there, they were just testing new aircrafts and newer, deadlier dirty bombs. This one really pisses me off, I’d like to believe that there are other life forms out there. But there isn’t, its just us. As far as I could find out...
The moon landing was in fact real. I’ve never really believed it, but it really wasn’t staged. Even with the inconsistencies in the photographs. It was real.” I paused a moment for the drama of the rest of my speech.
"The September Eleventh attacks were staged, their was in fact explosive charges already set off to blow. This one also pisses me off. They knew all along about our impending doom. They wanted to decrease the population so that it would be easier to go about their plan to save themselves.
The nuclear attack in New Jersey was from Syrian terrorist, and they have no idea about the Mayan calender, or at least, don't care enough about it.
Winston Clarke was telling the truth, he knew about all of this, and I hope you are grateful for what he did for you. He, like myself, wanted you to know the truth before the end."
I went on to tell them about everything I had learned, what I wished I could’ve revealed to them. All the information I could get on many popular questions.
I told them I hoped they found love, I hope they had their hearts filled up and broken. That experience is the one thing we can get out of this life, and that that was the only real advise that made sense to me, regarding why we are here.
After my speech, I played “What A Wonderful World” and warped back to the present.
I felt good, like I had given humanity closure. I felt like my mom had known about my purpose, and that I had served it.
I looked up to the sky, it was this beautiful, red-orangish oblivion. I was outside of the Denver International Airport, the United States’ largest underground fortress. I pushed the button on the switch I was holding to see a small implosion, some smoke rising from the building, there goes the water and air supply.
I listened to Louis Armstrong’s voice and cried. I stopped myself from thinking of Mother and Gwen. I looked at the people running around like they were chickens with their heads were cut off.
I remember thinking that it would be great if all the animals were to survive this. I hoped only the humans would be wiped out. We don't deserve this world, it's too good for us. We don't deserve a second chance.
I'm doing the world a favor.
Then, I don’t remember thinking anything after that.
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Publication Date: 03-16-2010

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