Kaleidoscope Revolution, Part 4

THE KALEIDOSCOPE REVOLUTION
by uciboy

NOTE TO READER:  This is a continuation of "Kaleidoscope Eyes" published June
30, 2002 and "Kaleidoscope Eyes:  The Gathering Storm" published November 9,
2002.  This segment also contains characters from "The Hong Girls" published
July 8, 2002.  My thanks to Loring Holden for some ideas about plot
development.


PART IV

Sacramento, California
State Capitol Building

10:00 a.m. PST

Rebecca Ortiz watched the clock like a hawk, and when it came time for her
break, she threw everything down and met her boyfriend Ryan in the car
outside in the parking structure.  Immediately, she began her usual griping
about the Governor's asinine behavior.  She especially enjoyed mimicking him
as she would crinkle her nose and say in a nasal tone, "This is a revolution
we're fighting here.  You need to choose sides before it's too late." 

"I swear, Becky," Ryan replied as he pulled out his Marlboro Lights, "I don't
know how you can stand working for that guy."

"It's a job."

Ryan unwrapped the plastic off of his pack.  "Cigarette?" he asked Rebecca.

"You already know the answer to that," she replied with the slight shake of
the head.

"I don't get it, Becky.  You love to watch me smoke, but you won't do it
yourself."

"Come on, we've had this conversation before.  I just think that a man
doesn't look complete without a cigarette between his fingers.  The way he
brings it up slowly and casually to his lips."  Rebecca could feel herself
getting turned on just thinking about it.  "I admire a man who goes against
the norm and smokes no matter what people may think."  She added with the
shrug of the shoulders, "I'm just not brave enough to do it myself."


Ryan pulled out a 100 and put it between his lips.  "You really are weird,
you know that?" he said with the cigarette dangling.

"So are you gonna light that thing or what?" Rebecca asked with an impatient
eagerness.

Ryan flicked his lighter and brought it to the tip, creating a bright orange
glow as he inhaled a puff and exhaled through his nostrils.  He reached to
roll down the window to let the smoke out when Rebecca grabbed his hand, "No,
I like it this way," she whispered.  Ryan never could understand this woman.
She refused to smoke but she loved to breathe in his second hand smoke. 

"I'm waiting," she said as she sat back comfortably in her seat facing his
direction.  Ryan took a hard draw on the Marlboro, opened his mouth to reveal
the ball inside, and snapped it back deep down into his throat before
exhaling a cloud that engulfed Rebecca.  She moved forward with her mouth
open, as if swimming into the mist emanating from between Ryan's lips as she
breathed in his second-hand smoke.  "Ahhh, that's so good," she replied.

This is how Ryan and Rebecca spent their breaks together each work day, he
blowing smoke on her and she getting turned on by it.  It was the most
practical form of intimacy until they could get home and become more
physically intimate.  But Ryan was feeling even hornier than usual today.
With each deep inhale of the smoke, his body tingled like it never had
before, his lungs craving a greater blast with each puff.  His dick was rock
hard and felt ready to explode with the slightest touch.  

Rebecca, too, felt an overwhelming desire to suck-off her boy friend right
now in the car.  Ryan looked even sexier than usual (if that was possible)
smoking today, a wicked grin appearing on his face with each puff on his
Marlboro.  His eyes were piercing, and as she continued to watch him smoke,
she felt an excitement arise in her as she watched his pupils dilate until
there was nothing left but the appearance of shimmering diamonds.  She could
feel her adrenaline rise as Ryan unzipped his pants and began to stroke his
dick while he continued to stare straight at her, smoke billowing from his
mouth and filling the car with a dense fog.  "God," she thought to herself.
"It's so hard.  It's so big.  I want it in my mouth.  I want him to cum in my
mouth."


She couldn't fight the urge any longer and leaned forward in her seat to suck
Ryan's hard cock.  It tasted so good.  So creamy and bitter and salty.  She
loved it.  She wanted to fill her mouth with his cum.  And she wanted to mix
it with smoke.  As her head moved up and down on his cock, Rebecca brought
Ryan's hand to her mouth and she took a deep puff on his cigarette.  The
blast she felt to her lungs was exquisite; absolute pleasure.  She took
another puff.  "Oh my God," she thought, "this is incredible" and she moved
her mouth even faster as Ryan placed the remaining cigarette between his
teeth and pushed her head up and down with both hands.  He took one last hard
draw on the cigarette and felt the hot blast enter his lungs.  It was too
much.  A rapturous force rose quickly from the base of his penis until
finally ejaculating with such a force that he cried out in painful pleasure,
dropping the spent butt from his teeth onto the car floor.  But Rebecca would
not cease sucking until she had completely milked his dick for every drop of
cum.  Only when he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her mouth off of his
dick did she finally stop.  Breathing heavily, he brought her face up to his
and the two both stared into each other's shimmering eyes.

"Would you like a cigarette?" he asked out of breath.

"You already know the answer to that question," she replied as she reached
for his pack of Marlboros.

**************************************************************

The Governor sat in his office, a remote control in his hand, replaying a
video of Sister Kim's interview from that morning over and over again.  "What
is going on here?" he kept asking himself as he would pause the screen and
look into her kaleidoscope eyes.  

The door to his office opened and Rebecca walked in.  "Governor," she
announced, "I have something for you."

Without listening to what she said, he replied to her, "Have you seen this
interview, Rebecca?"  His eyes still fixated on the television screen, he
suddenly heard the flick of a lighter and turned to see his secretary
standing in front of his desk with a cigarette between her lips and eyes that
were shining brightly.  Terror-struck, he jumped up from his desk with his
hand covering his mouth.

Rebecca removed the Marlboro from her lips and said, "You're right, Governor.
This is a revolution.  And I've chosen sides now."  She followed him to the
corner of the room.  

"Rebecca, don't do this.  HELP!!  Somebody help me!"  He covered his mouth
again, doing his best to keep his distance from her until he had reached the
wall.  Feeling helpless, he closed his eyes as he began to whimper, waiting
for the inevitable to happen.

"Time to smoke, Governor," she said and brought the cigarette up to her lips
for a deep and extended puff.

David expected the smoke from her exhale to engulf him at any moment and
began to scream, but suddenly gunshots rang out.  When the Governor opened
his eyes, he saw blood soaking through Rebecca's blouse.  With her eyes wide
open and smoke cascading down her nose, the cigarette between her lips
dropped to the floor.  A cloud of smoke drifted from her mouth as her body
collapsed.  David stood in shock, keeping his mouth and nose covered as he
tried not to breathe.

"Governor," a colonel from the National Guard shouted from behind a full
facial gas mask, "the nation is under attack.  We need to get you down to the
bunker."

****************************************************************

As Mary Lee had told her daughter, the tobacco companies had planted devout
followers of Sister Kim throughout government institutions.  A secretary, a
mailman, or even an intern could set off a chain reaction of conversions with
the right amount of cigarettes.  Highway patrol officers in Indiana,
converted during their morning briefing by a member of the New Society
Church, pulled cars over along Interstates 65, 69, and 74, converting each of
the passengers and handing them a pack of cigarettes.  The tobacco companies
had placed particular emphasis on supplying PXs at military bases around the
country with the mutated cigarettes.  Members of militia units planted within
the armed forces facilitated the mutation as quickly as possible and sought
to take control of their regional command centers.  Even aircraft carriers at
sea had received special shipments by air to the relief of sailors who had
been without cigarettes for a week due to the previous halt in shipments.

By mid-afternoon the mutation was well on its way to spreading throughout the
population.  Small, out of the way towns in rural America fell first, but
anarchy was about to erupt in cities across the nation as non-smokers fled
their homes and workplaces to save themselves from the mutation.  

The news media was still unsure of what was going on.  Hours had passed since
the morning interview between Sister Kim and Diane Hunt, and back in New
York, Peter Kellar still was unsure about what he witnessed.  He was also
concerned that reporters being sent out into the field to investigate calls
about a strange mutation affecting smokers around the country had not
reported back to their stations.  Indeed, Kellar had no idea that these
reporters had become exposed themselves and were now willing converts to the
Revolution; but he was becoming more convinced that Sister Kim's "terrorist
organization" had something to do with the strange events happening in the
country.  

As the station pondered what it should be reporting, word was received that
the President of the United States would be making an important televised
address within moments regarding these strange events.  Kellar took his seat
at the news desk and spoke directly into the camera.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen.  No doubt you, like us here at ABC
News, have been hearing rumors about a mutation spreading throughout the
country through cigarettes.  We have little concrete evidence to report to
you, but we turn now to the President of the United States who we all hope
will provide us with some answers."


The camera on Peter went black as the station plugged in the newsfeed
provided by the White House.  Peter watched from a monitor near his seat.

"My fellow Americans.  Something wonderful has begun in America today:  the
creation of a new society.  Some of you may have heard of the young girl
named Sister Kim."  The President held a picture in his hand of Kim, given to
him by his daughters.  "She has an important message that we all need to
listen to.  That message is that smoking is beautiful.  My daughters helped
me to understand that message today, and I hope I can convince you to be a
part of this new society.  The U.S. government will immediately begin working
with the New Society Church to distribute cigarettes that will allow you to
embrace this new way of life.  I encourage you all to remain calm during this
time of change.  Upon the completion of this revolution, the Vice-President
and I will initiate steps to dissolve the United States government as we
await directions from Sister Kim."

Kellar stared at the monitor in disbelief.  This isn't possible, he said to
himself.  How did they get to the President so fast?  "Cut this fucker off!"
he screamed at the control booth.  "Pull the plug and put me back on!  Joe,
get to the newswire and find out what the fuck is going on!"

A voice from the control booth said, "We're ready, Peter."

"Do it!" he said with determination as he focused his eyes into the camera
lens.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the United States is under attack by the most
insidious terrorist force.  This terrorist force uses cigarettes as a way to
transform non-smokers and smokers alike into drone-like followers of Sister
Kim Lee.  The non-smokers in America must unite to fight these terrorists.
If you have a gun, don't be afraid to use it against anyone whose eyes shine
like diamonds.  Finally, it is imperative that you destroy any cigarettes
within your possession.  We will keep you informed as to...."  

Suddenly there was some shouting in the newsroom.  "You can't come in here!
Get out!"  More shouting and screaming as gunfire erupted and the camera
began to jiggle.  "They're here!" a voice shouted.  "Run!"

Terror appeared on Kellar's face as he mouthed the words, "Oh, fuck!"  He
then quickly said into the camera, "Ladies and gentlemen, this station is
under attack from the terrorist forces.  We encourage you to fight on!
Keep...."  The camera went black.

++++++++++++++


Twenty minutes later, Kellar was back on television, his shirt torn, his hair
uncombed, and blood slightly dripping from the bottom of his lip - but his
eyes shone brightly as they guided viewers to the new society that was
coming.  He read from a piece of paper in his hands.

"This station is pleased to report that most media outlets around the country
are now under the supervision of the New Society Church.  Non-smokers are
encouraged to remain calm and await instructions from their local civil
defense organizations regarding re-education camps to guide them through the
Transformation.  Stay tuned to this station for further developments."  Then
Kellar looked up from the paper and straight into the camera.  "Let's direct
our thoughts and prayers to the health and long-life of Sister Kim."  He then
lit a cigarette as the camera faded to black.  From that moment on, stations
around the country continuously replayed video-taped sermons of Sister Kim in
New Orleans.

*****************************************************************

Governor David entered the most secure room in the basement of the Capitol
Building.  The command center had originally been designed during the Cold
War to coordinate relief efforts in the aftermath of a nuclear attack.  The
Governor never imagined he would be using it as a refuge now from a
revolution that he still couldn't comprehend.  The room was impenetrable,
built to withstand a nuclear blast over Sacramento.  But it had never, of
course, been tested.  And since the end of the Cold War, much of the
protective shielding had not been maintained.  State employees working in the
building ominously referred to it as "the tomb" because no one was sure if
anyone would survive a fire or earthquake in it, let alone a nuclear attack.
The Governor couldn't worry about that now, though.  This was the only refuge
he could take.

"What's the status, colonel?" the Governor asked.

"The National Guard has established a perimeter around the main building,
sir.  We've only been able to gather together 100 soldiers - mostly
volunteers, but we still have firepower enough to keep anyone out of this
building."

Governor David took a look at a video screen which monitored the troops
outside.  "Do we have communication with the captain on the grounds?"

"Yes sir," the colonel replied and handed the Governor the handheld radio.  

"Captain, this is the Governor.  If anyone comes within 50 feet of this
building, you have my authorization to fire on them."

"Roger that, sir.  We're ready for them."


"Good work," Governor David replied and handed the radio back to the colonel.
"Now we just have to sit tight until the Federal Government comes to our
rescue."  The Governor wiped his brow with a handkerchief and muttered, "If
there still is a federal government."  All communication outside of the
building had been cut when anarchy erupted in Sacramento.  Even cell phones
were inoperable.  He knew that there would be no help from the White House,
but perhaps there was still hope with the military.  The truth was, however,
that the Governor had no idea whether anyone was left to come to their aid.  

"Sir, said the colonel, "this is Dr. Ronald Owen of the Livermore Laboratory.
I think you should listen to what he has to say."

"Good news, I hope," David replied.

"Governor, I think I can create an antidote to the mutation.  I'm familiar
with Mary Lee's research."

The governor had a confused expression on his face.

"The mother of Sister Kim," Dr. Owen continued.  "It's a long story, but
through some covert operations we had going on at the Philip Morris Research
Lab, I understand how she has manipulated the nicotine levels to alter the
host subject's DNA that triggers the mutation we're seeing in people.  If I
can get a hold of a blood sample from Sister Kim, I could create a
neutronically charged antibiotic that will resequence the DNA to the host
subject's original state."

The scientific jargon was far beyond the Governor's comprehension.  "Why does
it have to be Sister Kim?" he asked.  

"From what I understand," the scientist answered, "she was born with the
mutation.  Reversing her DNA would create a natural antidote to the mutation
in everyone else exposed."

"Sounds promising, doctor, but one step at a time," the Governor counseled.
"First, we need to..." 

"Sir," the colonel interrupted urgently, "we're getting some activity here."

As the Governor's eyes focused on the video screen, he saw what appeared to
be a young Asian American woman holding a long cigarette between her fingers
emerging out of the trees on the south side of the capitol lawn.  "Focus in
on that girl," he barked.

As the camera zoomed in, he saw clearly that it was Sister Kim.  "Colonel, I
want that woman shot."

"Governor," the colonel protested, "she's just a teenager."


"Give me the goddam radio," he yelled.  "Captain, I want you to shoot that
woman right now."

"Say again, sir?"

"The woman on the south side of the lawn.  I want her dead!"

"But Governor," Dr. Owen protested, "the blood sample...."

"Doctor, in a few moments you'll have all the blood you need - and a body to
dissect as well."  David once again spoke into the radio.  "You have your
orders, captain."

As Kim stood staring at the State Capitol, its copper dome illuminated by the
building's spotlights, she brought her cigarette up to her lips and made the
tip shine brightly.  How she had waited for this moment.  The cool night air
doubled the volume of her exhale, mixed as it was with smoke and steam, and
she slowly brought her outstretched arms up to the level of her shoulders, as
if directing a crescendo in front of an orchestra.  Suddenly behind her
hundreds of teenagers began moving towards her - then past her in the
direction of the National Guard surrounding the building.

"Jesus Christ," the captain yelled into the radio, "these are just kids.  And
they're all smoking!"

"Captain," the Governor yelled almost delirious, "fire on them!"  

As the kids moved closer, the volunteers, unwilling to fire on children,
began to slowly move back.  The children continued to move closer, some
lighting fresh cigarettes in the process, until finally coming down on the
soldiers, blowing smoke into their faces and bringing about the
Transformation.  Within minutes the remaining National Guardsmen had been
converted to the New Society without firing a single shot.

In the meantime, panic swept through the Capitol Building as its inhabitants
sought to flee the invading children entering now freely through the doors.
Gunfire rang through the halls as some were unwilling to be converted without
a fight, which was met with return fire from members of the New Society
Militia which had quickly followed the children into the building.  

While the fighting continued inside, a mob had gathered outside on the lawn,
chanting, "Burn it down!  Burn it down!"  Minutes later, smoke began to fill
the hallways.

"Governor," the colonel yelled, "we have to get out of this room!"


Governor David continued to watch the video screen, his eyes focused on Kim
as she stood alone and continued to calmly smoke.  "How did this happen?" he
asked blankly into the screen.  "I was going to go down in history as the
first governor of a Smoke Free California."

"Governor, we need to regroup!  We must leave now!!"  The colonel grabbed
David by the back of his coat and forced him out of the basement down a
tunnel.

Outside on the lawn, Kim watched the fire spreading rapidly through the old
building.  The New Society Militia was determined to make this battle a
symbol of its fight against the anti-smoking forces of the old United States
and so began setting off explosives at the base of the capitol dome.  Unable
to withstand the stress from the obliteration of its support beams, the dome
began to sag, and then came crashing down into the basement, utterly
destroying the building.  The crowd cheered deliriously as the fire burned
what was left standing of the historic building.  The Battle of Sacramento
was over.

END PART 4

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