"Where are my nukes? What's going on?" The president's voice reverberated with rage through the command center, his face contorted with fury as he demanded answers from his bewildered staff.
The air crackled with tension as technicians frantically tapped away at keyboards, attempting to coax life back into the inert systems that controlled the nation's arsenal.
But despite their efforts, the monitors remained dark, the controls unresponsive to their commands.
It was as if the very essence of power had been snatched from their grasp, leaving them stranded in a state of helpless impotence.
Minutes stretched into an eternity as the president's tirade continued, each word dripping with venomous frustration.
His outbursts filled the room with a palpable sense of dread, as if the very walls themselves recoiled from his wrath.
Then, abruptly, silence descended like a shroud as an inexplicable event unfolded before their eyes.
