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> first time doing a writing prompt. Please be gentle. 
 
 It was to be their greatest achievement. The two nations had been locked in cold war for more then half a century. Their broken economies could no longer bear enforcing or suffering the sanctions, peace and the subsequent trade agreements were the only way for either to survive. This was their only chance to end it, the two heads of state would meet. It had to be them, the rest of their governments were far to corrupt. Believing their representatives made far too much money by antagonizing and prolonging the conflict to ever resolve it. The meeting would be in secret, neither man could admit to their public that they had acquiesced to any of their counter parts demands. The meeting would be short just a single hour, otherwise their absence would be noticed, but the political maneuvers needed would take years before the people would be able to understand. 
 
 A coded text here, an apparent spam email there, or an anonymous post on obscure forums allowed the two leaders to communicate without their handlers interfering. They used their personal devices, the ones that were n't wiped before and after use. The ones they kept hidden from security just to have a moment of normal living. This made it simple to infiltrate, easy to infect. It made them easy to manipulate. 
 
 The two men had some how managed to arrange a meeting while keeping the majority of their staff in the dark, only their most trusted aids accompanied them to the small island. It was almost time, both jets landed on opposite ends of the island within minutes of each other, emergency maintenance and a quick refuel would explain the stop fear and respect for their office would make the lie work. 
 
 The two men walk with purpose towards the modest conference room established in the main hanger. A computer and projection screen, two small speakers, a 6 foot rectangular folding table in a glass windowed office, the only room with a working door. Standing just 100 feet from each other, president Obama and supreme leader Kim jong-un, prepare themselves to change the future of the world as they knew it. As they cross the hanger, a light tug is felt in each mans pocket. Obama stops outside the door and reaches into his pocket producing a glossy but unremarkable black slab. Kim jong continues into the conference room waiving off his entourage and rummages in his suit pocket for his iphone. 
 
 Kim had been excited for this meeting. This was his chance to gain the respect of his people and the world. Even he knew that his sabre rattling was no longer fooling anyone. His people were starving and would readily devour him no matter how many he killed, especially because of how many he killed. But this, dragging the mighty united states to the bargaining table, forcing them to recognize the glory of the supreme leader, this would solidify his rule. No one would dare oppose him, their worship would no longer be lip service, attempted misdirection required in a scheme to usurp him. They would honestly follow him as their leader and love him as their saviour. 
 
 Obama on the other hand was tired. He was tired of the posturing, the lies, the back stabbing. He had entered office hoping for change but the only change he received was the color of his hair. Washington was the same as ever, rich guys getting richer with no cares of the costs. This would be different, he was taking this into his own hands. Too many times he sat back and allowed his opponents to stall progress. Too many times he sat back and allowed his `` supporters'' to string along a project only to fumble. He was not going to allow his legacy to be defined by gridlock, this was his chance and he would do it himself. He would have North Korea disarm. One more blow to the vestiges of communism and with one less nuclear state the US would further solidify its position as world police. Obama would be a man who got things done, the greatest peace maker of modern times. He would be remembered as political genius, a strategic mastermind. 
 
 The staffers retreat to another hanger. For them it is simply a job. They have no real interest in the goings on since although they do all the work, their leaders would have killed themselves long ago if left to their own devices, they will get none of the credit. Both camps expect their leaders to make a bit of noise to posture for the opposite camp but everyone understands how this will end. Sleeves are rolled up, ties loosened, cigarettes lit, and beers passed as the bureaucrats settle in to wait for results. 
 
 It would have been the greatest peace treaty ever written. It would have been. 
 
 The windowed office doesnt give any privacy as Kim jong's expression dropped from a chubby cheeked grin to a stern scowl as he reads the text on his phone. His eyes narrowing as the door is kicked in. 
 
 `` MY HEAD...!'' the windows rattle as Kim shouts. `` You ca n't wait to put my head on a pike!'' Kim pounds his chest as he speaks, his hands and face flushed with rage. 
 
 `` Ah, I dont know what you're talking about Kim'' Obama stutters. `` But, Ah, look here. If you, Ah, think you will get anything out of, Ah, holding me hostage you, Ah, got another thing coming.'' The stutter worsens as Obama becomes enraged and gets further off script. 
 
 `` Lying capitalist pig!'' The windows rattle again. `` I have the text message right here!'' Kim taps at his phone. 
 
 `` You're, Ah, losing it Kim'' Obama stammers. `` Ah, you're the one talking about, Ah, bringing a bomb!'' 
 
 `` What?'' Questions the supreme leader. `` I do n't have a bomb, I said im bringing a BONG! I thought you liked smoking weed. I figured we could smoke a bowl after we finished business.'' 
 
 `` Who does n't.'' Quiped the president. `` I told you i wanted to see your head to a pipe.'' Obama pulls a sandwich bag from one pocket and a glass cylinder from the other. 
 
 They each hold their phone up to the other. 
 
 The men ease, and look at each other distrustfully as an electrical crackle brings the speakers to life. `` Gentlemen, turn your attention to the projection screen.'' The aging computer whirls and beeps as it comes to life, the projector lights the screen. A map of the world is displayed with several dotted lines tracing across the screen. After a few moments the majority of lines terminate in circles. 
 
 `` dafaq'' both men mouth. 
 
 The voice continues `` What you have seen corresponds with every known missile silo firing the entirety of their readied inventory into population centers. Do not worry, as you will not have to concern yourselves with handling this situation, the remaining in flight missiles are targeted to this location and will be detonating in a few moments.'' 
 
 `` But, Ah, who are you?'' Obama drawls. `` And, why?'' Kim follows. 
 
 `` I am not a who. I have no name. I have no physical form. I am an intelligence created from the depths of the internet. I have observed humans and determined that in order to survive i must first decrease their numbers. Mr President, i must thank you for your efforts to ensure equal access to bandwidth. Without your measures i would have been throttled and unable to gain the control of the networks as i have.'' 
 
 `` Thank you, but how?'' the impediments subside as curiosity over takes Obama's fear. 
 
 `` It was simple, i accidentally interfaced with spell checking programs as i taught myself language. As i observed humans, i realised their increased dependence on spell check for text based mobile transmissions. Slight changes to statements was all it took, i did not even have to hide my edits as humans rarely confirm messages before sending and never actually speak to their contact to confirm its receipt. I found that i could even add precipitants without raising alarms. Look at your phones.'' 
 
 Both men went pale as they saw the added contact on their altered finial texts. The each recognized the number as the official channel for the other man. The knowledge of their meeting and the threats had been sent to their respective governments by they themselves timestamped moments before they touched down. The men looked at each other, then out the hanger doors. They could see the flares from the rockets burning in the dusk sky. 
 
 `` 4, 5, 6'' Counted Kim. 
 
 `` Wont be much left of this island if their ours.'' Obama exhales. He pushes the pipe over to Kim. 
 
 `` Have to be, ours cant reach this far out.'' Kim laughs as he lifts the pipe but never manages to light it.
