Gene Changes the World Forever...

5 minutes to hijack time, Gene is sitting at his desk, anxiously fiddling on his smartphone, reading the BBC news site. Their headline of the day was how the Russians were again beginning to meddle in the 2020 American election and to try to cause a second Trump term. Granted, Gene wasn't too happy about what has been happening in his former homelamd during his absence. But until his Empire becomes prominent on the world stage, there's nothing he can do.

"You okay, buddy?" Gene hears Nucleina's now familiar voice.

"Yeah. Shit happens." Gene sighed. "At least I can do something about it eventually." Gene and Nucleina chatted about Earth politics and his plans for the immediate future, and how to keep in private contact after the Belle Hadean volunteers return to Delta Trianguli, their home star system.

Gene's smartphone alarm app went off. It was 11:35 AM, US-CST. Out the window, the magic freezing fog that has been hiding Pluton Island since December 22 finally showed signs it was beginning to disippate, as planned. Within moments, the magical hijacking of global television communications began, thanks to combined help from the Belle Hadeans and Pluton Island's supernatural residents.

From this office, a live video feed was showing Gene in a blue tuxedo, and a terrible bowtie he knew he would enjoy pissing fashion-conscious people off with. As soon as an LED indicator light turned green, Gene knew he was being broadcast to every single connected television on the entire planet, and smirked.

"Good morning, my fellow Earthlings." Gene had a decently confident voice, learned only from several years of training from Nucleina. He still had his slight phobia of teleprompters, since they made him irrationally camera shy, so he stuck with printed sheets.

"Or evening, depending on where you live. Anyways, as you all know by now, we all have a brand new island in the South Atlantic, and you're all deciding on names for it. That's cool. Fine by me. And so forth.

"However, it is mine, to be honest. And as your satellites will soon show, we have cities here. Yes, cities. Yes, here. I'm on it right now, and as you can see in the windows behind me, the magical fog you see that has been covering this island for the last two weeks is now clearing up." Right on (literal) cue, the dissipation of the magical freezing fog becomes visibly noticable.

"In the meantime," Gene continued. "We have about thirty thousand citizens. Citizens of what, you may ask?" The excitement begins to show in Gene's voice.

"This island, of course. This island, which shall henceforth and forever be known as Pluton Island, will now be under my command. Pluton Island is under my command from now on, because I..." Gene almost hesitates, overwhelmed by the excitement, the fear, the drama-induced adrenaline.

"Because I, Gene Empire, formerly of a small town in some offensively Republican small town in Minnesota, USA..." Gene could barely hold back grinning, knowing he just right then and there revealed his true stance on the political spectrum, in addition to knowingly, simultaneously pissing off millions of his former peers.

"I officially declare independence from the United States of America. From here on out, I, Gene Empire, am the King of the Plutonian Empire." And that was it. On 11:36 AM, Central Standard Time, on January 1st, 2020, the Plutonian Empire, the empire of Gene's dreams, was officially founded. Granted the rest of the paperwork still needed to be finished, but it was nonetheless official. Nucleina had to seriously hold back on applauding in excitement, to avoid interrupting his speech.

"Now that the Plutonian Empire is official, ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to clarify a few things. While I do have every intention of joining the Geneva Convention, I have no intention of joining the Non-Proliferation Treaty. We already have nukes and will perform a deep sea test of one of them this weekend to prove our abilities.

"And finally, we have three cities here, as I said earlier. Neuve Pluton is our capital. The other two are New Denver and Nuke Factories. And you can attack us all you want, but we already have something you don't. Magic. The same magic that created this island out of the South Atlantic Ridge. The same magic that will keep Pluton Island in a nice, sexy year round winter.

"That same magic, everyone. Will almost certainly snatch your nukes' plutonium in mid-flight and protect us from annihilation. I guarantee it." Gene said with an almost evil smirk.

"Peace out, sexy humans." Gene flashed the peace sign as the feed was cut.

"Yasss!" Nucleina shrieked in excitement. She almost immediately sat in Gene's lap after running up to him from behind the tv camera.

"So whacha gonna do now, now that you are a PROPER king, you sexy boy!" Nucleina said with a flirtatious wink.

"Get laid, gawd damn it!" Gene joked and laughed. Almost immediately Nucleina kissed Gene on the lips.

"I like the sound of that, young man..." Nucleina cooed as she began unbuttoning her blue blazer.