If you look at it to closely it probably falls apart, but I had fun....
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June 8th 1865.
San Francisco California (acting capital), United States of America.
“Dad,” Joe Cartwright said as he grasped his father on the shoulder and, with a firm shake, attempted to roust the man from his slumber. “Wake up dad it’s urgent.”
“Hmm? What is it Joseph?” His father mumbled in response as he shrugged off his youngest son and somewhat begrudgingly sat upright in his bed.
“Someone’s shot President Whiteaker.”
“He’s not seriously hurt is he?”
“He’s…” Little Joe began only to trail off, unsure how to say what needed to be said. After only a moment though he found his words and continued, “He’s dead.”
“Then that means… oh God.” Benjamin Cartwright gasped as the whole of the world seemed to settle onto his shoulders.
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In 1905 as the world marked four decades since the day California, Oregon and Nevada were torn from their own world and deposited on one devoid of human life there was no way any but a small handful could have known that Benjamin Cartwright, the man who had done much to ensure stability in those first chaotic years, had closed the final chapter of his long life. While he had once harbored ambitions for the territorial governorship Cartwright had not gone out of his way to seek office after the event, and when he had arrived in Sacramento as one of Nevada’s delegates to the emergency convention that was to reform the Federal Government he himself had speculated that his contributions would be minor when compared to those of established politicians.
As fate would have it though his stature rose rapidly as the acrimonious convention struggled to reconstitute the central bureaucracy of their country, and when the votes were cast to establish whom would be the Vice President to former Oregon Governor John Whiteaker’s President it came as only a minor surprise when he was both nominated and selected for the post. As history would ultimately show though remaking the government was the easy part of the United States’ endeavors, for as the months rolled by and the weight of the crisis bore ever further down on the beleaguered republic it began to seem as if the country might cease to be despite their best efforts. Shortages of things imported, scarcity of employment as the economy crashed, fear amongst the populace that the end times were upon them, and an anemic response to it all by the Whiteaker administration and congress all served to bring civil society to the edge of collapse.
The tipping point seemed as if it had come on the night of June eighth 1865 when the President was shot through the heart by a man convinced the only way to end all of their suffering was to hasten the demise of the government trying to hold back the tide of anarchy. In an instant John Whiteaker was dead, and while in the days that followed the situation did further deteriorate under the steady hand of Benjamin Cartwright things ever so slowly began to improve as the summer wore on. In the months that followed, and under the urging of the new President, the government took what were at the time extraordinary measures to bring about stability, and while many would in the years that followed never be repeated and their legality was questioned in some circles no one dared to publically deny that the union had been saved.
By 1866 the situation, while still tenuous, had stabilized, and in the first post event elections Ben Cartwright was swept to a term in his own right in a landslide. Under immense public pressure he would run for and win another term four years later, and by his second inauguration the world had fallen into a dull and quiet new normal. In the years since the United States has expanded outward in all directions, new nations have risen in Central and South America, Ben’s eldest son would ascend to the Presidency, and the smoke of industry would again mar the skylines of the two American continents. Things, in their way, may look as if they have gone stagnant, but as a titan of the ninetieth century passes away and the twentieth century comes into its own one can tell change is in the air, and that nothing is as it once was….