Purely fictional

But sometimes even a pipedream helps one feel better.

I want to apologize to all Americans for my actions. It was not my intent to take the office of the Presidency of the United States fraudulently. It was never my intent to become a pariah who must be guarded 24 hours a day for my own “protection”. And it was never my intent to militarize our nation’s Capital against its own citizens.

I will not detail the magnitude of the corruption which has overthrown our government. Power and greed are powerful motivators when people have no moral basis. I can no longer be the President of this great nation under false pretenses and hope that my resignation will begin a healing process under the auspices of the rightful Presidency of Donald Trump.

Sincerely,

Joseph Biden

Heh!!! Never gonna happen, but damned nice if it would

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WINGS OF CHANGE

What happens when a wounded veteran, a computer genius, and a handful of fiercely independent misfits decide that the best way to change the world is to stop waiting for someone else to do it?

G has spent years flying from a wheelchair, learning to make the sky obey him even when his body won’t. T is a computer wizard with a mysterious past, an enormous extended family, and a talent for turning impossible ideas into working machines.

Together, they build things that shouldn’t exist.

Aircraft that push the limits of what remote flight can do. Technology born in garages and workshops instead of corporate boardrooms. And a community of people who have decided that family isn’t necessarily something you’re born into.

But building extraordinary machines attracts attention.

Soon G, T, and their growing family find themselves caught between government agencies, competing agendas, and people who would very much like to know exactly what they’re capable of. What began as tinkering and experimentation is becoming something far more consequential.

Because when you build something powerful enough to change the rules, eventually somebody comes looking for the keys.