Josh has changed history

Anna, still trembling in shock, looked at him, confused. "Explain... what? Why are you so reckless, Josh?"

He sighed. "Right. Okay. Please explain me what happened as if you are explaining it to a fifth grader. I... I might suffer from some kind of amnesia. Or at least - that's how you should see it."

She stared back at him, puzzled.

"Humor me, Anna. Why is Malik calling me names?"
"Because... because he can? Because we are trash?", Anna said, still a baffled look on her face.

"Okay, okay. Let's try this a different way. Are black people some kind of... of... master race in this... this world?" He caught himself in time to say "reality".

Anna stared at him.

"Okay: Who won the Second World War?", Josh asked.
"The U.S. under President Nixon."

Now it was Josh who stared at her. "Richard Nixon?"

"No. Edgar Nixon, of course. They guy before president King Jr." Anna frowned and stepped closer to feel his front. "You really are having problems, Josh, right? Are you ill? Is that the reason why you reacted so rabid out there? Maybe if we explain the cops and rabid dog control that you are ill, they refrain from crushing too harsh on you..."

"Wait a second, that is real? This dog control thing?"

"Okay, Josh, I have no idea what's going on with you, but you do seem to have serious trouble. Maybe you should lie down and I talk to the police. Just for your information, right: you just insulted a black guy. And we did violate the sexual intercourse act by humping outside like rabbits. Everybody knows that white people are animals and have very, very little self control, and that's alright, nobody expects anything else, but you don't throw your wrong behaviour into a decent man's face and provoke him. That does get you into trouble. And you know that. You should know that. If you weren't suffering from... whatever you suffer. And I am really, really afraid that they will do what Mister Malik said, and they will put you in a chastity belt for a month - and just on the day you finally opened up to me and confessed your desire!" Anna started to sob.

Josh blinked at her. "They put me into a... what now? They can do that?"

Anna sniffled. "Of course they can do that, dumbass. We don't have any rights. You know that. Yes, officially, we have some rights since President Buthelezi ended White slavery in the United States, but we are trash, Josh. Malik was right. What else should we be? In comparison to black people, we are completely controlled by our urges and animalistic desires. Asians are all dreaming about sex the whole day and being triggered by different fetishes, and Whites are all constantly horny and humping. It's no wonder that Europe never developed past tribalism. The only continent who ever really established true civilization and culture was, of course, Africa. But that's alright, Josh! I don't want an intellectual man. I like my horny, horny animal Josh! I don't want anything else! Please promise me you are being nice to the cops and the guys from rabid dog control!"

Josh noticed that his mouth was open. He closed it. And it finally dawned on him. "White men can orgasm at least a dozen times, each one better than the one before" had not only made him fit for a long night with Anna.

It had changed history.

If you can fuck the whole day without needing a break, if your sexual desire not only controls you constantly, but every orgasm also grants you a better reward than the one before - there's much less time to do or develop anything else.

So... Africans had colonized America and then enslaved the Europeans? Josh felt dizzy. He needed to set things right again.

He reached for his phone.

It wasn't there.

[Okay, I admit, I honestly had surprisingly fun writing this. If you had fun reading it, show it to me by liking the chapter.]