Redwood retreat

Presidential retreat

By Diomedes | Robert O'Reilly | 10 May 2023



Bohemian Grove, presidential retreat.

As we continued along the highway the women, including Dora, began chatting more and more excitedly about the prospects and details of raising an infant. But that was something nine months away to my mind which was focused on this morning’s brief and ugly incident.

It seemed a huge setback that the first people I met on this trip I had to kill, without exchanging a word. The thought occurred that that many of the survivors whom Dora called ‘truants’ or sometimes ‘aberrants’ might be criminals hardened by life in an empty world where no laws or social norms were left. We were approaching another town and I made a quick stop in front of a hardware store where I selected two more smaller handguns and loads of ammunition. I would teach the women how to use them and carry them at all times.

As I pondered our situation more, back on the road, I remembered from the news six years back that one of the first uses of AI goggles was to control criminals. The idea of screwing them onto a persons skull came specifically from this application, so the convict couldn’t escape the twenty four seven pacification and mind control, which worked so well they were soon let out of their cells and prisons abolished, saving the taxpayers billions. So I concluded that most of the really bad people were the first to be purged and the two we came across an unlucky anomaly.

We pulled over for the night in Fargo, North Dakota and were directed by Dora to the best hotel where the doors and locks were solid and everything we needed inside. I woke up in the middle of the night and found Amira on one side of me sleeping but Beth was not on the other. I found her in the bathroom crying, sitting on the floor by the toilet. She was reliving the trauma of the day before and now that she knew she was pregnant her fears were doubled, concerned for another life.

I sat beside her and tried to comfort her, saying that if we didn’t find any friendly community to join we’d simply find a beautiful, fort-like lodge in some remote place and make a good home for our baby, perhaps adopt a large dog or two for our protection. These details cheered her, most of all the hint that I valued the life in her belly above everything. She began to kiss me and we returned to bed.

We continued our journey west over the next days, enjoying the sights of mountains and forests as we drove but nervous wherever we stopped and the idea of holing up and hiding in some safe place, which was just a stray suggestion I’d made to calm Beth began seeming like the best plan. We’d reached the coast travelling quickly on highways. But the thought of the three of us exploring small roads in narrow valleys and woods, where at any turn we might easily be ambushed seemed like folly. We needed a safe base and in time from there we might begin to explore.

So I asked Dora to use all her data banks and choose the best spot for privacy, comfort and yet not so remote that escape would be impossible if we were discovered. She did quite well, suggesting what had formerly been a presidential retreat hidden deep in the redwood trees a few hours north of San Francisco. It was enclosed in fences, had a fine restaurant and solar panels to power it, in other words, hot water. She gave Beth and Amira a fine presentation of its amenities. They were completely sold.

The selling point for me was that Dora mentioned there was a hive of some six hundred in Emeryville, a two hour drive away and if we ever had to flee there we would be perfectly safe, protected by the whole group of them and the stockpile of weapons they had stored away. Then she mentioned something totally novel to me. If we wanted she could instruct a small detail of them to come to us there and live in the residence built for the secret service. They could patrol the fences day and night and with their enhanced vision catch anyone approaching. I agreed to the plan. We arrived a day later.

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B.A. in Latin and Greek from U.C. Berkley. Writer, Blogger and retired Electrician.

Robert O'Reilly
Robert O'Reilly

I am educated in the Western Classical Tradition, B.A. from U.C. Berkeley in Latin and Greek, English major, one year at U. of Toronto, studied under Alain Renoir and Northrop Frye, read most classics full time for many years after university in French, English, Latin and Greek to the modern day. I am interested in the near future of technology, what changes it imposes upon our heritage and character as humans. Short stories and Essays are my medium.

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