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They hated me in the beginning. Called me horrible names, Commie-lover, Chink fucker, things like that. I couldn’t be mad at them, they just didn’t understand. They hadn’t seen the things that I had seen. The slaughter, the death, the utter annihilation. At least, I’m pretty sure they hadn’t. As far as I know, my family is the only people in the world who can see the future. We’ve been afflicted with this… this curse for as long as we can remember. Seeing the future isn’t all roses. I don't get to see the happy stuff, my marriage, world peace, nothing. What I do see is the scary, deadly shit. I see the Sears tower collapsing. I see wars break out. I see... I see my son's death. We have never seen anything else.

Of course, we take it upon ourselves to try to change these things. Like the second American Civil War. We saw all of that. The West, allied with Russia and China, versus the East, allied with Europe. It was going to be the worst war in world history, bloodier than World War I, World War II, and all of the Revolutions combined. We had to stop it, to find a way to bring all Americans together. That is why my grandfather organized a plan to hire some Muslims to hijack two 747 Boeing Jets and fly them into the Twin Towers. It was bad, but it was nothing in comparison to the bloodshed that would’ve been spilt if history had continued its course and this Civil War had taken place. What we didn’t count on, however, was the Muslims bragging on what they did, causing America to wage war against the Middle East. But this time, things are different. I don’t have my father or my grandfather to help me out. It’s just me, trying to stop fate one last time. Because if I don’t stop it now, there might not be anything left to change.

The vision first came to me in the dead of night. I awoke, covered in sweat, screaming. I sat up, buried my head in my hands, and tried to tell myself it was just a nightmare. The main thing I was questioning was the date. The calendar in the vision said it was December, 2076, a good 11 years in advance. I couldn’t believe it. The most warning we have ever had was a year, and that was with the Civil War. What could possibly be so big that it required eleven years of warning? I wanted to believe that it was only a nightmare. But the vividness, the meticulous details that I noticed, that only happens during a vision. I was the only one in my family who noticed details so clearly. My first vision was a testament to that. My father and grandfather saw a plane crash, killing forty-five people. I saw a bird getting sucked into the engine of a small commercial plane, causing the engine to explode and send the plane spiraling down into a forest, killing thirteen men, twenty-two women, five children, three flight attendants and both pilots. When I told them this, they were surprised and proud at the same time. I finally saw my first vision, and I got every last detail correct. That’s why I know this wasn’t just a nightmare. I knew how many soldiers lay dead, their blood turning the snow red. I knew exactly how many cannons and missiles were shot. I knew the consequence if this wasn’t stopped. And I knew that only I could do it. With that mindset, I set off, ready to change the world so that this atrocity wouldn’t occur.