"As ye Sow,                                                 Ch.1
So shall ye Reap."
-Damn good Quote

                           Remberance
     It was the first annaversery of Coleen's death, Jeff
remembered.  The sky reflected Jeff's gloomy mood, dismal.
The Power Suit he was wearing also was gloomy, but in physical
appearance.  A 10' tall mass of wires, mono-ceullar fibers and
computer chips, wrapped in a meta-polydiamond alloy.  This was the
deadliest Combat machine in existence.  A Jf-11 Power Suit.  Built
by a pre-teenage whiz mechanic "Sprokets".
     Another large Power Suit, almost identical to his save for its
colour, lumbered up next to it.  The Machine flinched its left arm
and a pair of MicroMono-Filament Blades shot out and stood rigid. 
The grace and beauty of them was distorted by the humm they gave
off.  The Power-Suit changed from a blackish colour to a dull grey. 
"'This the place Jass," The new Suit asked.
      Jeff looked over, and watched the suit again change colour. 
He didn't like the chameleon circut Tim had put in his earlier. 
"Yeah, the bastard is in there.  My Suit isn't equipped with
thermo-imaging, bring Paladin over."  Jeff clicked on his
transmitter.  "Paladin, get up here."
     Tim didn't move, the bill board sign was perfect camoflauge.
Paladin came up from the rear, his Suit clearly a foot taller than
the others, and probably deadlier too.  "What's the word, Jass?" 
He asked, making sure to stay out of the light.  Paladin was one
of those always caring fools who knew too much.  Those kinds of
people usually have a gun put to their heads at an early age.
     "The word is yes, the target is inside the Dream Away
building," Jeff said, looking over the edge of the building down
at the store.
     "The Guys probably fuckin' some imaginary girl senceless," Tim
hooted, his Suit changing to a blood red colour.
     "Knock it off Thumper, we've got to do this by regulations,"
Paladin squawked.  "Or else."
     Tim turned around, changing to a Jet black colour,
"Regulations? Your stupid rules almost got us killed after the
McMurphy incident, you let those 'fucks grab joey and drag him off
for their Frankenstien experiments!  It's your fault!"
     "Shut up Thumper," Jeff said, still watching the Doors to the
Dream Away.
     "My fault? My fault? What about the attack on the 3s-15
Military Compound.  It wasn't my fault Jim got his legs blown off
due to a landmine, you said wasn't there," Art retorted, now facing
Tim and his ever changing Power Suit.
     Jon and Eric were now approaching the trio of Suits already
on the building overlooking the Dream Away.  "So what? He should
have been more careful, how was I supposed to know that there was
only two left? It wasn't my fault!"
     "Shut up Thumper," Jeff said again, still watching the door. 
     A car slowly pulled up to the door of the establishment and
let out a trio of passengers, two of the three were clad in armour,
the other, an evening dress.  Jeff whisled slowly.
     Art took a step towards Tim in his Suit.  "Oh yeah? Well you
were in charge of clearing all hazards, and a landmine is definitly
a hazard.  Are you blind and deaf too?"  Tim's Suit now glowed
black, and a pair of gatling guns popped over his shoulders.
     "Hey! Nobodys perfect, least of all you.  I didn't ask for
your stupid rules, and you can't force them on me.  If I can't do
everything you ask, I'm not worthy.  Well times are changin'
Mr.Arthur C. Kubic, and the way I figure you'll be out the next
time we elect a new leader!"
     "Shut up Thumper," Jeff said, watching the three people enter
the building.
     Art's Suit shook its head, somthing he was doing inside of it. 
"Yes Thumper, times are changing.  If this rebel-style attitude
dosn't change, you'll end up just like Joey.  Or worse."
     Jeff's arms flinched and a pair of Cannons popped out and
placed themselves neatly on his wrists.  "Thumper, lets go."
     Jeff leaped over the side of the building ripping the canvas
of a Tashimasa Tamoda, Inc. business bill board.  Eric and Jon
followed right behind.
     Tim also took a step foward, and reared his blade.  "Rebelous
Attitude is it?  And just what was it last week Art, Anti-Social
Defficate!"
     Art's right arm came to life and sprung out a cannon that
hooked up over his shoulder, humming to life.  "No, Your a damn
good fighter, one of the best!
     An explosion rocked the building.
     "Yeah right, if thats true why didn't you allow me to add the
F.O.T. disintagration cannon to this thing?"
     Another explosion rocked the building.
     "You know why," Art snapped angirly.  "That weapon inflicts
too much pain on an individual.  It vaporizes its target slowly."
     "The weapons we have now hurt people, why don't you give me
a fuckin' Pepsi can to throw at them, mabye then they won't
scream!"
     "Why you sonovabitch!!!" Art started towards Tim, when another
explosion rocked the building.
     "Shit!" Tim yelped as he jumped over the side and through the
canvas of the bill board.  Art followed behind.
     Jeff and fried the first bodyguard where he stood and the
other ducked around the marble wall before he could him.  The lady
took off as fast as she could.  Machine gun bursts seem to come
from everywhere, as Jeff romped through the pidley forces that
feeblely attempted to hide their employer.  Eric and Jon rushed the
backdoor and began to fire on anything with a pulse.  Jon launched
a pair of napalm missles into one room only to have three teenage
boys come rushing past them, their bodies burned almost beyond
recognition.  They almost made it to the door.  Eric let loose
several bolts from his ionic disrupter, burning whatever he hit.
     "I feel like I can whip some ass," Jon blurted as he ripped
out a teenagers heart.
     "With this Suit, you can!" Eric explained, a little sickened
at Jon fierceness towards the people.
     The Dream Away building was already a shambles, fires and
smoke were everywhere.  
     Tim raced into the building, with the grace of an angel.  Art
Stood outside and scanned for Police.
     Jeff fired two rounds into the secratary behind the desk at
the entrance.  The Shells tore the innocent woman in half.  Tim
Laughed out loud.  "Goddamn!! Can I do that?"
     "Shut up Thumper," Jeff said, as he walked into the back of
the building.
     Tim looked around and let loose a few hundred rounds of his
torso gatling guns, to tear the place apart.  Pictures tore, glass
shattered, and bodies exploded.
     Jon and Eric swept through the place with the efficency of a
well disiplined combat team.  Finding nothing, they found Jeff and
reported.  "Nothin' here, "Jon sighed, the heat of the fire was
making him sweat.  Eric nodded in agreement.  Jeff looked at the
pair of Suits standing in the doorway of the backroom and sighed.
  Finding the target was going to be hard.
     A bolt of energy as hot as the sun flew across the room and
caught the woman in the evening dress square in the chest.  Her
dress burst into flames and she screamed while atomizing.  Tim let
out a howl of excitement and fired again, catching her in the leg. 
"Damn Corperate slut," He roared with delight, "Guess you won't be
attending the ball, cinderella!"  Her body was now almost gone and
her cry of pain was drowned out by the roar of the fire.
     "Damn, too much power.  Guess i'll have 'ta lower the
setting," Tim muttered beneith his breath.
     Art flew into the room, his mech glistening in purity.  "I
told you not to put that thing onto your Suit!"
     Tim scanned the room and walked over to a closet that had yet
to be touched by the fire.  "Oh, you take all the fun from this
job."  
     Smoke had flooded the top of the ceiling and poured from any
escape area, fire now licked the ceiling.  The room was ablaze and
the Suits were smoking white whisps of steam.
     "You think this is fun?  Did I just realize im teamed up with
a Psycho? Your outta line mister.  We've got rules!"
     Tim spun on Art and his suit changed hot red.  "You've got
rules, Fucker! I lost my wife to these bastards, so did Jeff."
     "yes, but Jeff isn't going ape-shit over that either."
     "What have you lost, Art? Tell me that, what have you lost."
     Jeff, Jon, and Eric entered the room.  Art looked at them and
raised his hands, as if to suggest what to do.
     "No sign of him.  We looked everywhere," Eric said, almost
pouting.
     Tim let out a small laugh.
     "Whats so funny, Thumper," Eric said, getting a bit angry.
     "Looked everywhere, have you?" Tim Chuckled.
     Eric took several steps towards tim, who now was a little
yellowish in colour.  "Yes, why? Do you know somthing." He asked.
     "Yes."  And saying nothing else, he punched the front closet
door breaking it open.  Inside was an elderly gentleman, with a
white towel and glasses on.  He had wet himself when Tim bashed in
the door.
     "Grab him," Art said Excitedly.
     "Yeah, GRAB him, Thump!" Jeff joking Mimicked.
     Tim had had no intention of doing so.  Instead, he fired a
single shot of his F.O.T. Distintagration cannon and caught the man
right in his thigh.  The man let out an inhuman wail of pain that
let Art, Jon, and Jeff know that Tim had not bothered to grab him.
     It took over thirty seconds of unearthly screaming before he
finally stopped.  The fire was now engulfing the entire building.
     Art started walking towards Tim's Suit, getting ready to teach
the insolent whelp manners, when he heard the most familier noise
anybody who grew up on the streets knew.  A police siren.
     "Thumper, you Shithead, we were supposed to catch him alive!" 
Eric protested.  "He was our meal ticket for the next month!"
     Tim let out a grunt of delight and began to slash everything
in his path apart witrh the twin blades on his left arm.
     Eric let it go at that and headed for the door alond with Jon
and Jeff.  Art was already racing down the alleyway on the side of
the building.  Tim adjusted the setting on the cannon.
     Once outside, the sound of the police sirens got increasingly
louder.  Jeff was the last to get into the alley, next to Tim who
stood rigid in the middle of the street.  A pair of Police cars
came over the horizon straight towards Tim's Suit.
     An orangish beam of energy hit one of the cars and it began
to atomize.  Tim screamed and charged the duo cars, one vanishing. 
The police vehicles skidded to a halt and the police jumped out,
and began firing their pistols.  Another bolt flew from Tim's Suit
and a policeman hit the ground screaming.  The others, stunned,
didn't fire.  That was what Tim wanted.  He bolted towards the cars
and caught the police by suprise.  His fist went through the first
mans head.  Another police officer, this one a female fired point
blank into Tim's chest cavity.  It wasn't even dented.
     Tim drabbed her with both hands and chrushed the life from her
body.  The other police, who had watched this dropped their guns
and ran for saftey.  Tim fired one more shot and it caught one of
them in the foot.  He took over two minutes to expire.  Quickly,
he dropped the dead girl and ran for the alleyway, where his
friends were. Art would forgive him, afterall he grew up on the
streets too, and besides life sure was exciting in Chicago, 2036.
     "Moron, we're a TEAM.  Don't you remember Thumper," Art
bellowed, his Suit looming over Tim's.
     "Yeah.  But wasn't that iced or what?" Tim said, a sparkle lit
up his eyes.
     Jeff sighed and ducked into the cellar door where they lived. 
221 B.Baker Street, Chicago Illinois.  What an address, he thought.
The basement looked more technical than the best paramilitary lab
that any corperation could have.  Completly homemade, and well
hidden.  There was a parking place for each Power Suit, and old
Civil Defence rations, for those times of great need.  One by One,
the guys returned, Thumper being the last.  Art and Jeff dis-
mounted from their Suits and headed for the elevator, that took
them to their apartment, on the fiftyith floor.
     Chicago wasn't a bad place to live, not like the Moon Colony,
or San Fransisco.  It was an accuired preferance of living.  After
the third world war, everybody thought the United States Government
would collaspe.  But how nice of the Corperations to give the
Government a BIG loan.  They didn't bother to tell them to read the
fineprint.  Then, after 10 years, they fore-closed on them.  The
Government didn't take kindly to that.  So the Corperations raided
it, like any other rival.  In a matter of minutes, the Senate was
gunned down.  The White house ate thirteen Stinger missiles, and
Capital hill became a crater.  The House of Represenatives is now
low-budget housing, and the Washington Monument was hauled away on
an eviction notice.  The Corperations divided the military into,
(Belive it or not) Equal shares.  Stockes soared past 4500 on the
Dow Jones Industrial in just two days.  Anybody who WAS rich was
even richer days later.  All Welfare checks stopped, Social
Security was revoked and the money was dispersed into the Corperate
pockets and things like Medicare became non-existent.  Instead, the
Corperation GENEROSITY blossomed into things like MedCorp cards,
for those people who need Medical Attention instantly, and Gusat
Credit Cards, for when 100,000 Credits just wasn't enough.
     There were benefits however, every Steel industrial company
and manufacturing plant in the United States opened their doors. 
Millions of people were now employed.  Salaries wern't that bad,
and after work you went to the store and bought Corperation food,
to bring to the families.  Foreign goods were made illegal in the
United States, for what was called "National Security". 
Television, Radio, and Satelite networks all became Corperation
owned.  For the first time in American history, reality hit them. 
An Explosion of new programs hit the airwaves, both violent and
sexual.  Censorship was banned, the news had to be the truth or not
aired at all.  Schools were revamped, instead of 181 days, kids
were required to either be working or going to school 321 days a
year.  Needless to say this wasn't very popular with kids.
     New markets came into existence, trends, and technologies. 
America was having a ball.  Then came the end of the millineum, and
the Corperations were no longer content with North America, they
were looking at the European Community and the Asian states. 
Japan, fearful for its soverignty, launched a TRADE war against the
Corperations and their puppet Government The United States.
     Within five months China, Singapore, Burma, and Nepal all
became property of the Corperations.  Those that refused the
massive foreclouser were either "Evicted", (Which meant Nuked) or
they were raided Corperation style by the Corperations which owned
them.  Europe, was unable to stop the Corperations from buying
their stocks, and attempted to Block their massive buyings.  It
didn't work.  In two years Europe broke off the E.C. and returned
to seperate centralized Governments.  But the nightmare was not
over.  The Corperations demanded Europe give them what was
rightfully theirs.  In a fit of desperation France launched several
MARK III Nuclear warheads at the United States.  Several NIKE II
Anti Ballistic Missiles were launched to intercept, but that didn't
stop New York from becoming vapor mist in the upper stratosphere.
     The Corperations wrote off their losses and collected
insurance.  In return for the polite offer France gave to them,
they gave some back.  To Nuke France would be another Write off,
and there were some damn good Wine vinyards in France.  So they
bought the whole Country in one fell swoop!  From then on it was
the 1950's Domino theroy.  One falls, the others follow.  In just
a little under three years Europe was now owned by Corperations. 
     Suprisingly Japan was still there, like a thorn in the
backside of the Inter-Globular Corperation.  Even the Japanese
Corperations which were trying from the inside were having
difficulty.  Finally on the third day of November 2013, Japan
became the property of 37 Inter-Globular Corperations, None of
which were Foriegn.  The Moon Colony was bought by a realtivly
young Company called: American AreoSpace Inc.  They owned anything
with wings.  Another large Company from Japan called: Tashi Tamoda
Inc.  had rights to or owned anything to do with Automobiles.  
     New Markets eventually opened that second decade into the new
Century, like Oil, Savannahs, and Diamonds.  Naturally Africa was
the target.  After aid from around the Planet stopped, the
Corperations arrived to find a completly new set of governments,
each weaker than before.  And almost a dozen new countries to boot!
     The African Invasion didn't even last a respectable month. 
Austraila and New Zealand were next on the "Hit List", they too
collasped in a matter of months.  The Corperations were so bored
they Literally walked into the Government buildings and announced
their respective takeovers.  Those who didn't like it could leave
within the hour or sign over the establishment.
     Iran, Irac, Saudi Arabia, Iserial, and Syria banned the sale
of Oil to any Corperation on the Planet, saying that Satan now
ruled the world.  This was nothing more than an inconvience, after
all CyberTech Reasearch Company had already introduced a car that
ran on ionized Water.  This Embargo on the Corperations ran the
Middle East straight into the Tigress river.  The Corps bought them
out as well.  After all Camels were in fashion at that time.
     By 2023 the World was completly owned by Inter-Globular
Companies, 436 to be exact.  By 2035 there would only be 200.
     The Corperations eventually began to bicker amongst each
other, over the table.  However that fell out of favor, when more
direct methods needed to be used.  The McDonalds (r) Corperation,
was the first to ever allow its Combat units to Physically engage
another Corperations.  The McDonalds (r) Corp, had the Texaco
Corperation's Headquaters building shelled for over an hour.  Later
that afternoon it was Hit by a missile a little smaller that a
Sidewinder.  Texaco Inc. came down to a fiery end.  The
Conglomerate Corperation Texaco was splintered.  Many, for fear of
hostile takeover, joined Corperations.  But a brave few stood their
ground amongst giants.  And so began a huge war across the Planet,
in which hundreds of Corperation fought against one another.  A
couple of them fought so fiercely they were forced to use Nuclear
weapons.  They succeded only in obliterating each other, and lots
of good real estate.
     Jeff sat back into a comfortable chair and turned on the
holovid, to see a Japanese Cartoon about Ninja Assassins killing
everybody.  Not far from the truth, Jeff thought as he opened a can
of Neonizer Cola.  Tim and Art were arguing in the other room and
Eric was making supper.  He wondered where Jon was.  Probably
playing with the computer in his bedroom, Jeff guessed.
     "Ahhh, what a World," Jeff Sighed aloud.

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