[ WP ] The Allies have lost the Third World War .

This was the biggest gamble I had ever taken in my life. It would either backfire spectacularly, or it would write my name into the course of history. 
 
 Years of preparations, training the likes of which nobody had ever undergone prior to me, it all came down to today. As I stepped out of my apartment and turned to lock the door behind me, for a brief second, I could almost feel her lips on mine, kissing me goodbye. 
 
 Soon, my revenge would be complete. 
 
 It was 7 years since the war had ended. The Final Jihad. The War Against Humanity. The Last War. Everyone and their grandmother had their own name for the mayhem wrought on us all. The devastation caused by the war was unprecedented in the history of humanity. Nearly seventeen percent of the world ’ s landmass had been sunk or pulverized. 
 
 Nearly two billion people had died as a direct result of the war. Two billion people. All nameless, faceless. All, except one. The only face that mattered. The face, and the smile on that face. A smile that could warm even the coldest of hearts. 
 
 Soon, my revenge would be complete. 
 
 I had reached my destination. I picked my spot carefully. Soon enough, the tyrant appeared on stage, and began his speech. I could feel my blood boiling within me. This man, the man who had wiped out entire cultures and continents, enslaved those who were left alive, almost did not deserve the quick death he was about to get. 
 
 No a quick death was far too merciful for the man who had destroyed the very essence of humanity. But I could not think of the tyrant ’ s fate. Thinking about that right now was dangerous, and could ruin the whole plan. 
 
 It was time. I had to act now. I double checked my equipment and positioned myself. The tyrant was done with his speech, and was now making his way back to his helicopter. I started moving, on a path that would intersect with the tyrant ’ s, about three-fourths of the way to the helicopter. 
 
 I could see him now, smiling and waving at everyone around. I saw red. Rage overtook me. I jumped the barricades in one smooth maneuver. The serrated, foot-long knife slid into my right hand with the ease that came from years of practice. The tyrant was now, just a few feet away. 
 
 I lifted my hand to strike at him. 
 
 In one swift motion, I cut my neck, just deep enough to severe my carotid artery. 
 
 My own brain had betrayed me. My revenge would never come. 
 
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 The next day, newspapers all over the planet, had the same headline. 
 
 “ Free Will Override System Thwarts Presidential Assassination Attempt. ” 

