"A New World Order"

As I walked to the local library, the warm sunlight and gentle breeze couldn't shake off the feeling of nervousness that had settled in my stomach. I had just finished my first cup of coffee and was trying to shake off the sleepiness. The library was a short walk from my house, and I had always admired its beautiful architecture. The stone walls and tall spires gave it a sense of grandeur and importance. As I entered the library, I was greeted by Mrs. Thompson, the librarian. She was a kind-hearted woman with a warm smile and a passion for books. She showed me to the summer reading program office, where I would be working for the next few weeks. As I settled in at my desk, I noticed a strange, old book on the shelf. It had a peculiar symbol on the cover, and it seemed to be emitting a faint glow. I felt an inexplicable pull towards the book, and before I knew it, I had picked it up and opened it. The pages were filled with strange symbols and diagrams, but as I flipped through them, I began to feel a strange energy building up inside me. It was as if the book was awakening something within me, something that had been dormant my entire life. Suddenly, I felt a surge of power course through my veins, and I knew that something was changing. The room around me began to blur and distort, and I felt myself being lifted out of my body. When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing in a vast, empty space. I looked around, trying to get my bearings, and that's when I saw it: a vision of the world, spread out before me like a map. I felt a strange sense of power and control wash over me, and I knew that I had the ability to shape this world in any way I saw fit. I thought about all the things I could do, all the changes I could make. And then, a vision began to form in my mind. A vision of a world where China was the dominant culture, where the language, customs, and traditions of the Chinese people were revered and emulated by all. I saw a world where white women played a specific role, one that was vital to the survival and prosperity of the new world order. They were to be the breeders, the mothers of a new generation of Chinese leaders and citizens. As I focused on this vision, I felt the power coursing through me grow stronger. I raised my hands, and the world around me began to change. The buildings and cities morphed and shifted, taking on a distinctly Chinese character. The people on the streets began to change, their faces and skin tones shifting to reflect the new dominant culture. And the white women, they began to gather, assembling in a great hall filled with rows of benches and tables. They looked up at me with a mixture of fear and resignation, and I knew that they understood their new role in this world. I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and power. This was my world now, and I would shape it in any way I saw fit. The vision faded, and I found myself back in the library, standing in front of my desk. Mrs. Thompson looked at me with concern, "Alex, are you okay? You seemed to have spaced out for a moment." I nodded, still trying to process what had just happened. I knew that my life would never be the same, that I had been given a tremendous power and a vision for a new world order.