A fired Rhymer Enterprises technomage–let’s call her Medea–swipes a continua buggy, spends a few years amassing a sci-fi arsenal, and returns home with conquest on her mind. Having legions of T-X series Terminators manning Defiant-class starships at her disposal, Medea conquers Great Britain in less than a week; the Continent west of Poland falls over the next few days. Next she provokes Russia into making a nuclear first strike. This was deliberate; she lets a couple of ICBMs make it to her new capital, London, so that it’s clear her force-field tech is more than capable of handling anything the Russians can handle, then vaporizes Moscow with a single blast from one of her wave motion guns and disables all electronic tech there with an EM pulse. Shortly the rest of Europe surrenders to her.
That was weeks one and two. In week three, Medea turns her attention to the United States. She makes the following announcement:
*Hi, everybody. I’m Madea the Malevolent, Empress of Europe, and the sad-faced gentleman at my side is my fiance, the recently widowed Billy Windsor-Montbatten. We’re registered at Harrod’s if you want to send us an engagement present, which, incidentally, you really do. Trust me on that.
Now to business. I know what you’re thinking. “Holy moly, it’s that crazy bitch who nuked Moscow, and now she’s coming after us!” Well, you’re wrong; I murdered the Muscovites a tachyon pulse, not a nuke. Anyway, I’m done war-mongering for the moment, unless you or the Chinese annoy me. I only want three things from you folks: wedding presents, official acknowledgement of my overlordship, and some tribute. Specifically people. Recent events have left Great Britain somewhat underpopulated. Therefore the United States shall send me 144 living, healthy, intelligent, and handsome children, all between the ages of 8 and 12, once a year, each year, till I tell you I have enough. They’d best be from all races, classes, & religions.
First hostage shipment is due two weeks from yesterday. I don’t care how you pick 'em; just get it done. Or, if you like, I can disintegrate DC and your military bases, then send over some ctborgs to your cities to grab the kids. You have until noon tomorrow to decide.*
How do you think our government will react to this ultimatum? How do you WANT us to react?