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Liberty’s Last Stand: Washington Returns
By Illphated – illphated.com
In the neon-soaked twilight of Neo-America, where skyscrapers cut through acid rain and corporate warlords ruled the zones beyond the wall, a colossal battleship broke the dark horizon. Its armored hull glowed with iridescent vaporwave lines—pinks, blues, and cyber-blood reds. Upon its highest deck, the tattered yet unyielding American flag whipped against the poisoned wind, a ghost of the Republic it once defended.
Out of the ship’s belly strode a man thought long dead, a myth among myths: George Washington—revived, remade, reborn.
But this wasn’t the powdered general from the dusty pages of history. No—this Washington wore a weathered cowboy hat over flowing white hair. His once-pristine colonial uniform was now a duster coat scorched at the edges. His boots echoed on the rain-slicked neon concrete of the dockyard as he walked through steam and silence, a cybernetic holster glowing faintly at his side.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t need to.
Behind him, the USS Reclamation powered down with a roar that silenced the city’s digital pulse for a brief moment—a warning shot across the systems of the elite. The megacorps that had bought out Congress, dissolved the Constitution, and uploaded democracy into a blockchain they alone controlled—those bastards had a problem now.
Liberty had a new icon.
Washington had awoken from digital slumber after 400 years, resurrected by a rogue AI called Franklin—an experiment in Founding Father neural reconstruction that had escaped the Pentagon servers during the Second Collapse. Franklin had one mission: restore the Republic.
And only one man was hard-coded with the resolve to do it.
As Washington stepped off the battleship ramp, sparks flew. Onlookers—cyber-patriots, ex-vets, and street preachers—fell to their knees, whispering prayers from another era: “We the people… We the people…”
His eyes scanned the towering cityscape, where neon signs advertised synthetic souls and off-world indentures. A voice crackled in his earpiece—Franklin, ever loyal.
“Ready for your first mission, General?”
Washington didn’t answer. He simply looked up at the glowing city, then to the flag fluttering defiantly behind him.
And he marched.
Into the storm.
Into the chaos.
Into history—again.
“Liberty never dies. It simply waits for the right man to rise again.”
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