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A few minutes after David had left his boss started to make a few phone calls to inform people of the situation.
When David arrived home at about 6:00 and questions were started being thrown at him from every direction "Where have you been, why were you gone so long what do you want for dinner" all these things were being processed in his brain slowly and he just sat down and ignored them but they would not go away. The questions started to build and build. David started to get more and more agitated. Finally David stood up to say one of the most important and saddest things of his life to his family. His family listened intently and when David had finished speaking the expression on there faces were full of shock and horror. Along with them having to go to China David had decided that he would stay and try and sort things out. None of the family made a fuss or even a tut or whimper, not even their hard tough skinned mother who was very strict and never got pushed around made a sound or tried to talk David out of it, they all went upstairs and started to pack as their plane was leaving tonight. As the family were packing David was contemplating to himself if he had made the right decision, if he should go or not, what will happen to him did they get the message wrong. These and many other thought s were flooding into his brain.
"Okay we are all ready to go." said Gloria as she put her coat on, there was a look on her face which made David know not to offer them a second chance because he knew she wouldn´t take it.
"Okay I am ready too, shall we go then?" asked David.
"Sorry David, I don´t think you should take us I have ordered a cab and it is waiting outside." Gloria was I tears, each of them hugged David and said their goodbyes and David did as well. As they were getting into the cab David did not watch because he knew the emotion of seeing them get in would compel him to get in to but he knew his obligation was to the people of America not his family for the first time in his life.
David went to switch on the TV, right in front of him was General Marshall Mathers informing the people about the situation and that they are going to have to vote tomorrow. David watched intently to the broadcast and after it had finished the presenter of the 8:00 news came on, Gerald Ngam (he was also black) "Now people of America you have seen the situation myself and other African-American people have only 72 hours left on this planet by your help we can stop the government swapping us for technology, you have to vote either for us to stay or the technology of reducing pollution and other things to stay. Pledge your commitment to us the black people of America or you can to wipe out about half the population, half your friends half of your family for technology, is it worth it?" David switched of the TV and walked up to bed to have an early night.
"Ding Dong! Ding Dong! Ding Dong!" as the doorbell was continuously rung.
" Alright, alright I am coming!" shouted David as he came out of his bed.
"Get dressed, wash yourself and be ready in 15 minutes you are going down to the voting station, if late out to the specified vehicle of transport in your case truck 272XER you will not be able to vote! Do I make myself clear!" This little speech had woken David up completely so he was able to give a sarcastically approach, he did this by shouting "Yes drill sergeant!" the Junior officer behind started a little giggle and the officer immediately gave him the stare of all stares. In the meanwhile David rushed upstairs to get ready.
The truck David was supposed to get into was parked right in front of his house so he got in. Inside were about five ordinary people. The echo of silence bounced around the inside of the truck so David didn´t want to break this silence by greeting anyone.
The journey to the voting centre was about 25 minutes and when they had arrived they were each promptly shown where to go outside. First there were rows and rows of tables, on them was a computer and behind that was a Policeman. Behind the police seemed to be some kind of porter-loo and behind the porter-loo there seemed to be some big machine. The rows of desks and porter-loo ranged for about a kilometre. When David came to the desk the officer asked "Name, age, gender, location." After David had submitted these he was told to go into the what seemed to be a porter-loo. Inside were two buttons. Next to each button were the words "For" and "Against" Above the buttons was the bill stating what is going to happen. The button for was in green and against in red. David noticed that the button for had looked more worn and that more people had pressed that. That disheartened him a bit but nothing stopped him pressing the button against. David stepped out of the booth and was directed to go a truck with his zip code on it and that he would be taken home soon.
When he got home (which was about 1hour later) he was tired. He sat down in his favourite "easy" chair where he stayed and thought about his family and what they were doing and how they were doing in China.
"Where are you taking us?" Screamed Gloria as she and the children were dragged of the plane.
"Mum I am scared!" Whimpered Gloria as the army man carried her through the airport along with other black American people.
"Is because we are black right! Just because these f**king aliens come down and say they want all the black people in America doesn´t mean that you can take us off this plane" shouted James as he was escorted by an army man who had already handcuffed him.
"All of you get in here we are going on a little journey" barked the high ranking army officer.
"Where are you taking us!" asked one young woman.
"Are we going to be sacrifices to the aliens!" screamed someone.
"Just get in or we will be forced to use marshal law on you" shouted the officer. Everyone quickly and promptly got into the coach, some more promptly than others, mainly the older people as they remembered the old America. When everyone was the coach started to drive off. Onlookers from the pavement watched each with a different expression on their face. Some with shock, some with disappointment, some with rejoice and some with none at all. As James watched the only thing he could only think about was what his father must be thinking, he must have thought he and the family were already in China. His face slumped down along with the fifty or so others that were on the coach, not to mention the long line of coaches behind with other black people on it.
David switched on the TV. The first thing he saw was Gerald Ngam, the presenter that told much of America the news. Below him was a computer-generated image of 2 clocks. One said 2 hours 13 minutes, this indicated the time till the votes were announced. The second clock which 28-hours37 minutes indicates the time when all the black people were going to be taken up.
David watched the broad cast continuously now and again he would either glance at the count down clocks or go and make himself a cup of coffee.
"That´s it all the votes are in and have been counted. The result is…" Gerald Ngam spoke in his recognisable deep voice. David was somehow relaxed about it; even though the doubt was growing he still had faith in the white people not to send them away.
"The official result is, oh no! Oh please God no!" Gerald face told David the result, Gerald was practically in tears and had to be taken off by a co-worker and replaced by another presenter.
"The official result is 67% of people vote in favour of the technology 33% against. Thank you, shortly we will have information on what you should do if you are going to be, err, well, taken away." The new newsreader had to choose his words carefully.
David was so disappointed and so betrayed that he decided to go to bed.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" as something bashed on the door. David immediately jumped out of his skin and rushed to the door. When he opened it revealed the face of the same army man as before that took him to vote.
"Good day to you drill sergeant what can I do you for today?" asked David in his hung-over voice.
"This time you have 20 minutes to wash, get changed and packed. You have a long trip ahead of you" sniggered the officer.
" And might I ask what you voted for?" inquired David
"What do you think I voted for less overcrowding, less jobs taken up, less people on the dole, less crime and less problems!" replied the officer
" Well may I congratulate you on a fine vote you casted. I thought white people had changed their ways. I respected white people, I thought of them on equal terms to black but it seems I was wrong. I can´t believe how wrong I was, I don´t think I will ever be able to trust a white person again!" screamed David into the officer´s face. The officer seemed to take the shouting in his face all in his stride.
"19 minutes and counting." David just slammed the door just missing the officer´s nose and went upstairs to get ready.
When David came outside there was a coach outside his front door. "Get in!" an army official shouted. David slowly walked backwards into the coach so he could see his house and surroundings for one last time. As he stepped onto the coach he glanced at the driver and then everyone else seated. He saw black people from different backgrounds, some rich, and some poor. He saw old people, young people, middle aged people: he saw very dark people, fairer people and some you just wondered how they could be classed as black at all. He sat down on his own and he remained on his own for the remainder of journey.
"Everyone off! This is the last pretty white face you will see before you are all killed," jeered the driver. In a way David was happy, he was fed up of white people and how they had betrayed him and many others after they had served America well in whatever profession or in whatever way. David and the others were forced to line up in colour intensity of their skin. Then they were sent into lines with hundreds of people in one line. The lines spread right across the 10mile Malibu beach and a long way back. Black people from each corner of America were here. Up in the sky was the Alien spacecraft. It looked like flying chrome plated giant sea -shell. It was about 1 km high and 3 wide.
"Dad! Oh I never thought I would see you again." Cried James from the line opposite and a few metres back.
" James why aren´t you in China with your mother and sister?" asked David
"We were stopped at the airport and made to come here! Mum and Gail are in other que's!" shouted James at the top of his voice so his dad could here him over the entire hubbub.
"1 Minute till exchange" a computerised voice bellowed across the beach.
"You know America is made up of about 60% white people, 26% black and the rest are Hispanics and other people. All the whites probably voted us all out and the Hispanics and others voted either way." Said one-man in front of David to him. This just made David more angry and resentful towards white people and to think he let this vote take place thinking the white people would support their fellow black American.
"5 seconds" said the computer. The space ship was starting to open up; a brilliant green beam of light was coming out of it. "Two, one! Let the exchange commence."
The light latched itself onto one row and it seemed to scan the row, then another and another it did about four rows randomly then the same voice that was on the tape spoke out again, this time it was much clearer.
"People of Rarxubim what is the meaning of this!" bellowed the voice "WE asked for the inferior plagued species, the white people!"
David began to laugh.
The End