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“My Revenge Is Success”: George Washington in Neo-America
By Illphated
In the neon shadows of Neo-America, a place where the stars on the flag glowed brighter than the smog-choked sky, he returned—not as a ghost, but as a man with calloused hands and a vision cut from steel.
George Washington had slept for centuries, frozen beneath the fractured marble of a forgotten monument. But history has a funny way of rebooting itself in times of great need. When the old Republic collapsed into digital anarchy and corporate monarchs ruled the skies from floating citadels, the city cried out—not for a leader, but for a builder.
And build, he did.
No powdered wigs. No wooden teeth. Just blueprints, muscle, and a burning resolve encoded in his DNA. Tower by tower, brick by neon-brick, Washington laid the foundation for what they called the Eighth Wonder: a monument not to his legacy, but to humanity’s persistence. A spiral city-core known as The Promise Spire, capable of housing the homeless, cleansing the toxic skies, and broadcasting uncensored thought across the global network.
The media scoffed. The elites plotted. But the people rallied.
As his massive figure loomed in the glow of plasma cranes and synth-jazz echoed through the alleys, he drove rivets with a cyber-hammer shaped like justice itself. Cameras caught him one night—standing against a digital sunset, eyes flaring with a silent fire—as he spoke three simple words that would echo across centuries:
“My revenge is success.”
It wasn’t just a message to his enemies. It was a war cry for every underdog, every dropout, every dreamer with calloused hands and a gut full of fire.
In Neo-America, they don’t build statues anymore.
They build worlds.