President Jackson Forsythe

PRESIDENT JACKSON FORSYTHE - President Of The United
States, son of the late, great Quentin Forsythe who held the key in
wiping out a vicious worldwide disease in Africa back in 2003. Early
40’s, 1st African-American president.



State of the Union
December 24, 2045
Washington D.C.
2 PM
Twelve years later, President Jackson Forsythe shifted nervously
while he stared into the lingering eyes of the large collection of
television cameras. He was following in the footsteps of a powerful
predecessor. President John Faulkner had kick started many programs,
including environmental awareness, space exploration, and widening
the global scope of Yellowstone’s super volcano. Forsythe wasn’t fully
prepared to delve into what was about to happen. After many restless
hours of pouring over countless streams of data, conferring with his
most trusted cabinet members, and world-renown volcanologist, Dr.
Nolan Drake, the president had found it necessary to relinquish the
information he had gathered to the public.
Dressed in a black suit, the president began to sweat under the
hot lamps. His State of the Union would be broadcast across the
world, to millions of homes. He didn’t delude himself; his victory
at the polls was a conglomeration of outstanding heritage, robust
intellect, and marvelous good looks, not to mention his attention to
detail and keen eye for fashion. All of it culminated into the ultimate
GQ president.
Forsythe was a young gentleman. He had become the first
African-American man to be elected president. The 2044 election
was a landslide for Forsythe. He came out of a very productive first
term that catapulted him into securing a second.
The president was now faced with a threat unlike any other. He
would need the smartest scientists, keenest intellects, and strongest
wills to combat this new menace; a menace that had been hiding
for the last six hundred thousand years and quietly building enough
energy to shatter the very world they lived in.
“Are we ready?” he asked the director.
“In exactly thirty seconds, Mr. President,” he answered.
“I have the best speech writers on the planet. Ironically, I have
absolutely no idea what to say to the American public.”
“Just speak from your heart, Dad,” Valerie Forsythe said, trying
to cool down her nervous father.
“Thanks Sweetie.” He gave her a fatherly wink. In some odd
way, a six-year-old child always seemed to bring a pinch of normalcy
back into the fold of any tumultuous agenda.
“Ten seconds.” The director gave him a quick flick of his hand.
“Here we go.” The president jumbled his independence theme
tie at the last moment trying to reconfigure the sharpened entity
back to form.
“Five, four, three…,” The director’s words trailed off as he
brought down his hand in a silent gesture, signaling the president to
begin his address.
“Good evening, Ladies and Gentleman, my beloved citizens,”
Forsythe began.”I have a most pressing issue to talk about tonight.”
The president squinted underneath the increasingly hot lights.
The lamp’s distraction made it a chore for Forsythe to read off the
Teleprompter. His nerves began to get the better of him, forcing
sweat to congeal underneath his arms.