Jaws fell. Teeth gritted. The men present looked at each other, and then at the First Man. Some of those there remembered the warning George Washington had left them. To not mingle with the First Man too much, as the living god is too unpredictable. Still, wanting to make the declaration more epic, they invited him. And now they were paying for it.
Could they refuse the First Man?
Could they?
They really wanted to.
"I'll write it."
Marshall let the man do it. "What's your name?"
"Thomas Jefferson."
"Hmm… Doesn't ring a bell. Do it."
Soon enough, the addition was scribbled down. Then Marshall grabbed the quill pen and signed in big, fat letters—FIRST MAN. Then, he looked at the other men.
"Go on, sign it."
They were furious. Many were enraged. But not a single one of them uttered a word. They made a line and signed it one by one. Soon enough, the bottom of the large page was filled with names.
"Great! Remember the contract you made. Don't fuck up or I'll come knocking." Marshall threatened them and walked out, waving at them.
But as soon as Marshall was gone, the hall erupted in anger and murmurs. Various demands rose, and a lot of them desired to burn the signed declaration. However, not a single one of them came forward to burn it or even touch it.
They couldn't do it, how could they? First Man was a name written in the Bible, and every other text they'd read. Could they burn a god's name? What would be the punishment?
"L-Let's… Let's sign another one… for the public. This one… can be kept away, untouched."
Eventually, the reasonable idea was accepted.
And just like that, the original declaration was hidden away.
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Marshall returned to Dinosia with Marty, Hela, and Selene. It was time for his regular ritual, and to pick a woman from the population. The island was now a declared country, small in size but packing a punch. Tall buildings with modern sanitation had become the norm there. The highest building was already thirty floors, and electricity had been discovered.
The population had reached five million, and it had stabilized there now. But still, knowing it was the final days of territory expansion, Dinosia officially claimed the nearby islands, which would later be called the eight California Channel Islands in the future. Now, with a total area of over 755 square kilometers in pocket, the need for space became less urgent.
From the beginning, extreme care was given to infrastructure development. From roads to bridges to every building and park. Everything was designed to maximize space and use while ensuring it looked beautiful.
Recently, in a nationwide IQ survey, their average IQ came out as 117. Meanwhile, the man currently with the highest IQ was Dinosia's Chairman of Commerce, the top overseer of the economy, with an IQ of 235. The man, however, was born with a motor disability, unable to manage daily tasks.
But in a society built as an experiment to make the smartest country in the world, his issue was considered common. An entire support system existed for him from the very beginning. He was given an extremely comfortable environment to explore and study whatever he wanted.
Now, at the age of sixty, the man had written over eight hundred books on economics, predictions for the future, world food supply, world economy, changing neighbors, and, surprisingly, a poetry book as well. And even more surprising was that it was a religious book, dedicated to the First Man.
It was the most surprising aspect of Dinosia that despite the people being highly gifted in intelligence, their faith in their god, the First Man, remained firm. Many of them believed that Marshall was an alien, or perhaps a Mutant, as they had found some in Dinosia. Yet, all of them firmly worshiped him because everything Marshall did was exactly what a god would do.
Marshall's actions had all been documented for tens of thousands of years by now. His exploits in faraway lands were also recorded thanks to the selected women who accompanied him.
Marshall was teaching humans. Saving Dinosia from natural disasters. Aiding Dinosia at its critical points. Beyond that, Marshall's age predated everything.
He was a god to them. Even if a man with an IQ of 500 were to appear, Marshall would be a god to them as well.
As always, it was like a festival in Dinosia since the First Man returned with the First Steed, Marty. The temple of the First God started its preparations to present the women who wanted to offer themselves to the First Man with pride and adoration.
Fuck, it feels like a cult now.
Marshall was aware that it was somewhat weird. But, already being neck deep in it for so long, he didn't give a fuck. Or rather, he gave a lot of fucks. Sadly, this time, none of the gathered women caught his eye, and there were over a hundred thousand. Age ranging from eighteen to fifty.
In the middle of the night, he flew randomly to check what his experiment had achieved. He was proud of them as well. Instead of a democracy, Dinosia had selected a system where there were no elections. There was no political party. There was no President or Prime Minister.
Instead, there were departments for each aspect of administration. And each was led by a Chairman who was selected independently based on their expertise in that sector, their past achievements, intelligence, and their plans. All the Chairmen combined made the Grand Cabinet.
They met often to collaborate on projects. In case of different opinions, fact-based debates were done with a time limit of three days to reach a result.
It was likely more complicated than that. Marshall let them be since it was working for them. While he sure was mighty like a god, he reckoned they were smarter than he by now.
"Ah! First Man?"
Just as he was flying in front of a tall building, he heard a woman's voice. Marshall looked and found a red-headed middle-aged woman leaning against the tenth-floor window. As expected, she was stunning. Marshall was rather proud of how he'd made not only a smart society, but also a pretty one.
Damn… I made one fine country.
"What are you doing?"
He admired the woman's blessed features. Large breasts, deep cleavage in that white thin gown. Her hair came down to her hips, and her eyes were big, green. Skin spotless like a doll, lips thick and delicious. And when she spoke, it was a throaty, beautiful voice.
"To dear First Man, I was bored, but what a blessing," she said, smiling brightly.
Marshall hovered near her window. "Bored? Why?"
"I was waiting for my daughter to return. We had planned to cook together tonight." She answered, licking her lips. "Respected First Man, have you selected a maiden?"
"Not yet… but I just might now." Marshall noticed all her reactions. "Where's your husband?"
"Returned to dust with your blessings, First Man."
So he's dead? Interesting.
For a second, he rubbed his chin. He'd fucked widows before, but had never picked them as his fifty-year partners before. He didn't want to disturb the order and send any wrong messages. Some of Dinosia's people were too fanatic.
"What's your name?"
"I am called Vanilla, First Man?"
Vanilla? That's a first.
"So, Vanilla, I'm choosing you as my maid this time." He declared, with no ceremony. "You shall live with me for fifty years and travel."
"Then!" She stood erect, excited, her large breasts bouncing. "If I may, First Man. Can you take my daughter as well?"
Two for one? That's a nice offer.
"Sure, how old is she?" He asked. He had to, since this woman looked so beautiful with not a hint of an age line on her mature face.
Vanilla, in response, looked behind at a wall clock. She waited, noted the ticks, and once both hands crossed twelve, she smiled. "Eighteen."
"..."
"She just turned eighteen?"
"She did."
At that, Marshall shrugged nonchalantly. "Sure, let's take her along."
"Don't you wish to see her first, First Man? To be honest, she was sad she couldn't join the waiting list of maidens for you in the temple."
Honestly, he didn't give a fuck anymore. This woman, this beautiful milf was giving him a painful boner. And the thing he loved about the women of Dinosia was that they were extremely intelligent, even in bed. They always made the loveliest sounds and responded in the best way possible.
"I've seen you, Vanilla. That's enough."
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