The Day Without A Past

 

One day everyone woke up to a world of sunshine.  Nice.  It was a strange day though.  Everyone had the recollection of a cockatoo.   While people still knew how to use their words, drive a car, perform their job, and whatever skills they usually had, no one could remember a thing about the past.  

Sometimes people will fret about the future.  "Will there even be a future?" they ask.  "If there is, it will be so bleak, I wouldn't want to be there," someone will respond.  Very encouraging.  Solution... Amnesia.  Erase the past.  

And so everyone got out of bed and went about their day as usual, except for being perplexed.  There were those that thought to get on the internet and search for some history of yesterday and before.  But there was only a blank slate.  The history books ceased to exist also.   People still recognized friends and family somehow.  

The Secret Service met as usual to plan out whatever plots they think up every day.  "We will continue to protect the President in this time of crisis," their leader stated.  "Who is the President?" one of them asked. There was silence.  They decided to turn on the TV.  

"The President" was addressing the nation.  "My fellow Americans, etc.  Everything is OK.  Read the last line again..."  "This is our President?" an agent cried.  "This dunderhead is an escapee from a nursing home!"  

The agents rushed to the location of the so-called President, and installed him in an economy nursing home on Medicaid.  Then a woman emerged from the chaos, claiming to now be President, since she had been Vice President and had become President with the vacancy left by the nursing home escapee.  She was giggling.  Well, she could prove nothing.  

The Secret Service phoned all the top generals to get them on board with a new plan.  It was decided to tell "the new President" that her itinerary for the day called for a trip to China.  She bought it, and went chuckling off "to China."  But no one knows where the plane really went.  It disappeared over the Indian Ocean.  

"Now what?" inquired one of the generals.  "Obviously we need a President," the leader of the Secret Service explained patiently.  "I offer my services."  It sounded like a good idea, and so the head of the Secret Service assumed the position of the President of the United States.  "What's the red button for?" he asked.  

to be continued