The speech to end history (Volt Europa game)

August 3, 2034 - Emmanuel Macron's speech to the European Commission

"History stands still. And this time, forever."

The hall of the European Supreme Commission in Brussels is plunged into religious silence. Hundreds of faces, giant screens broadcasting the image of the President, hundreds of millions of viewers hanging on his lips.

Russia has collapsed. European forces have advanced no further than Ryazan, Onega and Saratov. The territory beyond is nameless chaos, an abyss of anarchy A Second Period of Trouble

And Macron, President of the Supreme European Commission, speaks, to close history

He rises slowly, his gaze sweeping the assembly. His voice is calm, weighted, each word sounding like a verdict.

"To say that Europe is not a continent rich in history would be a blatant lie."

"But to claim that we have no black pages in our history books would be another blatant lie."

Silence. He lets the sentence sink into everyone's mind. He knows the world is listening. He knows that this moment will be etched in the marble of time.

"The end of history..."

"The idea that any notion of extremism would be considered irrelevant and undesirable..."

"Europe was convinced that extremism would be considered irrelevant and undesirable..."

"Europe was convinced that soft words and higher ideals would ensure quiet peace in the world."

He pauses, fixing the assembly with his steely gaze.

"Of course, our rivals in the East did not agree with this peace."

A shiver runs through the room. Everyone knows what followed. Everyone knows what had to be done.

Macron walks slowly to the center of the stage, hands resting on the lectern. His voice becomes more incisive. He tells of the fall of soft democracy. He tells how Russia forced Europe to be reborn.

"Like a horde, they descended on our allies, friends and family."

"They set fire to everything we hold dear."

"Until the masquerade of our democracy was forced to admit defeat in the face of the Russian threat."

The screens show archive images of Warsaw in flames, Belgrade under bombs, Moscow vaporized. The road to victory.

"Extremism is like a toy."

And in moments of great despair, we become children again, eager to play and destroy."

He pauses for a moment, then his voice softens slightly.

"But with our brilliant minds, we've made sure that adults remain in charge."

"Freed from the shackles of uncertainty, we realized we were on the right track."

"We just needed to learn that we had to do more..."

"...for our democracy and for peace."

A murmur of approval runs through the assembly. They understand. They know that those who hesitate die. That those who do not move forward will disappear.

Macron raises his hands slightly, as if evoking a vision etched in the sky.

"When the time was right..."

"When our young people became soldiers..."

"When our offices became factories..."

"We saw to it that the innocent flames of freedom were carried to the East..."

"And burn the heart of tyranny in Moscow."

Images of the nuclear strike scroll in the background. The final act. The execution of the Russia. The purification. The obliteration.

Marshal Freuding, Supreme commander of the European armies, observes with satisfaction in the assembly. This is the speech he's been waiting for. The speech that definitively seals the victory.

Macron stares into the cameras. He speaks to every European, to every human being living under the Federation. He's not announcing a change. He is announcing a new era. An era frozen in order.

"With peace once again achieved across the continent..."

"History has once again come to a standstill."

He straightens up, inhales slowly

"Like a ship in a storm, we'll stay the course."

"It's not a change."

"Not even an evolution."

"It's control."

The screens display the Federal Order. The faces of the new governors, the maps of the territories, the cold, perfect architecture of the System. Everything is in place. Everything is under control.

"Control over ourselves."

"Control over the world."

He pauses for a moment, his gaze piercing the assembly.

"This time..."

"Forever."

Total silence. The world listens. It understands that the cycle ends here. That the wheel of history will turn no more. That there will be no turning back.

The assembly rises in ceremonial silence. No cries of jubilation. It's not a noisy triumph. It's the acceptance of an irrevocable reality. The age of doubt is over.

Europe will never change again. Order is established. History is over.

Freuding, standing up, fixes Macron with a satisfied look. They've won. Schwab, minister of the European economy, stands back, smiling imperceptibly. His project is complete. The Fourth Industrial Revolution is a reality.

Macron, for his part, remains motionless. He knows he has nothing left to prove. He has accomplished what Empires dreamed of doing. He has frozen the world in absolute equilibrium.

"The cycle stops once more. "

And this time... It will never start again.