Nitra Khan, Queen of the She-Huns

Queen Nitra Khan stood on the bridge of her colossal, royal battle Hun-Vee.  Like all She-Huns, she was over six feet tall and had dark-brown skin that contrasted sharply against her shoulder-length, platinum-blond hair and her clear, bright blue eyes. She was a stunningly beautiful woman of Asian facial features.
“Your masochistic admirer must be getting very nervous,” said Boota Bleeda to her queen. The ancient Hunzanian rune signifying “ministress of war” adorned the breast plate of Bleeda’s black battle armor. All She-Hun armor was made of a thick, processed, ultra-strong material derived from the chitin exoskeleton of the large desert beetles harvested by the She-Huns in this part of the country: Rekol beetles. “Nitra, it was very clever to keep him waiting like this. Now that black-ice-sniffing excuse of a president will really be edgy,” she laughed, her chubby yet sexy body shaking visibly. At thirty-one years old, Bleeda was a “big” woman – very busty, with a pretty, round face.
“I’d like to kill that bastard Negon every time I see him,” said Khan. She unconsciously traced the golden runes on her own armor, which represented female physical and political power, the subjugation of all men, and the overall She-Hun goal of a global matriarchy. “We could run over their puny battle tank, crushing him like the desert cockroach that he is. Then I could hear the death screams of the man who raped me when I was fifteen.”
“Yes, yes, my queen, you’re right. And I wouldn’t mind hearing the death screams of that sexist, homophobic, alcoholic Beem Cheney, either. But we can’t kill them yet. Their military is very strong. Let’s just see why Bush has called this summit and what he has to say. No doubt he’ll ask to buy more crude oil as the American wells are virtually dry. We’ll deliver it soon after that, just like always. Business as usual. We’ll keep pushing forward with our living weapons program and see what results Professor Wrjinn achieves in the near future. Then we can plan any military action accordingly. Okay?”
Khan looked hard at her ministress of war and said, “Of course, Boota, you’re right. I was only speaking out of hatred for that crooked-dicked masochist.”
Khan put her hand on Bleeda’s shoulder, looking into her eyes tenderly. She leaned in and gave her a passionate kiss, pulling Bleeda’s head back slightly by her long, blond hair. “Okay, they’ll be here in ten minutes. Let’s do this thing!” Khan’s eyes caught on fire. “Men, we keep them down!”
Bleeda responded enthusiastically, “Men, we keep them down!”

The Free Vegas Revolutionary Movement

Danton Gore checked the time; it was six o’clock in the evening. A thirty-five year old college graduate, Gore had been forced to take a job in the Las Vegas Tunnels Protection Division of the U.S. Military, now known as the Defenders of the Light, due to a very tough job market upon graduation ten years earlier. Now off duty, he was driving an illegal hybrid car, a Ford Mustang. But Danton Gore was not admiring any sunsets or rolling green hills, for he was driving 1,000 feet below the Earth’s surface.
In the year 2101, all 120 million Americans lived in one of only four remaining cities: Las Vegas, Atlanta, Chicago or Minneapolis, all of which were constructed entirely underground. Over the previous ninety years, all coastal cities worldwide – New York, Miami, Los Angeles, Brighton, Amsterdam, Hamburg, Stockholm, Nice, Sao Paulo, Chennai, Vladivostok – had been swallowed by rising ocean and sea waters – one result of global warming. Thousands of other beach and near-beach cities and towns had also disappeared, as salt waters encroached on coastlines as much as 100 miles, depending on elevation, submerging everything in their paths.
A second result of global warming had forced the abandonment of tens of thousands of additional inland cities – the formation of a massive global storm system, whose path criss-crossed the entire planet at regular intervals. This system commonly gave birth to category 8 hurricanes all over the world; these monsters blew at wind speeds up to 250 m.p.h. and pelted down inches of rainfall in a matter of just minutes. Hundreds of smaller, localized storm systems raged everywhere virtually twenty-four hours a day. By 2048, all the world’s population, two billion people, lived in underground cities.
Danton Gore drove into a vehicle vertical link elevator on city level 30, which descended seventy city levels down to Level XXX of Las Vegas. This level of the city divided city level 99 and the wealthier levels above it from city levels 101 and the poorer levels below. It consisted of 400 square miles of red light district, wherein all sexual desires could be satisfied at all prices. Gore parked his car in the parking lot outside the elevator, got out and began walking to his appointment.
Twenty years earlier, Negon Bush’s father, President George H. W. Bush III, had thrown the Mafia bosses out of Level XXX and had then taken over business operations on virtually the entire level. The sinful dollars had ended up in Bush bank accounts ever since then. Like all true American capitalists, the Bushes had no qualms about reaping huge profits from activities that they themselves considered to be highly immoral, if not outright illegal.
Gore walked onto Hugh Grant Boulevard, a street that featured small salons offering only blow jobs. He admired the technological wonder of a spring evening projected by lasers onto the ceiling of this city level, thirty feet above him. On Level XXX it was twilight twenty-four hours a day, a light blue-black, star-filled sky visible around the clock. Thousands of neon signs twinkled all around him. Gore smelled a faint, sweet scent in the air. Pheromones, he thought to himself and smiled. It was well known that researchers at the George W. Bush IV University had perfected their use and had doubled profits in the sex industry by pumping them into the air supply, waging war against deeply conditioned American prudery.
The six-foot-two-inch tall Gore stepped onto a pedestrian conveyor belt. This extensive system carried tens of thousands of pedestrians all over any given level of the city. It consumed massive amounts of electricity generated and sold by Clean Power Corporation, a Bush-owned energy company that operated dozens of pollution-belching factories all over the city. As the dark-haired, brown-eyed head-turner rode on the belt, several women whistled at him in admiration.