"My mom used to tell me stories about the Holocaust. It wasn't to scare me or anything like that. It was her way of telling me that the world wasn't a fairy tale like in my books. There were horrors, true horrors, which went on in the world, and we couldn't just deny it. If we did, history would repeat itself. Over and over again she would whisper to me:
You cannot let this happen, Ada. Help keep the world clean. She said that as long as we remembered in our hearts the sadness that the world had cleansed away, the Holocaust would never occur again.
She was wrong.
History was repeating itself, and it was a hell of a lot worse than the first time. Instead of just targeting the Jewish people this time,
everyone besides the Great One and a few exceptions was a target. One race, one
single race, was going to rejoice in world dominance. And what was that race?
The Americans.
- a futuristic version of the Holocaust
- no offense toward America intended; it's only because that's the only culture I really know
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