A grim announcement

February the 5th, 2034, 6:58 AM

Ciudad Juárez, Mexican, UFSA:

Emanuel looked past the curtains and peered at the military vehicle and masked soldiers by the intersection next to his house.

A while ago, military convoys started patrolling throughout the city and placing barricades at intersections. Already 'Word War 3' was being tossed around.

He believed it had something to do with the bright flash that had happened during the unification day speech this morning. That or the attempt on the Emperador's life. In fact, that was the last thing that had played on his TV before it turned off with the flash.

After it turned back on, the only thing that broadcasted was the shelter in place order. He didn't mind. He rarely left his house anyways.

As he was thinking, the TV switched to a view of the Emperador with a solemn look on his face.

"People of the UFSA, I am sure you have many questions, but they will be answered with time. First, I will acknowledge the attempt on my life. As you can see, it has failed and I am doing well with no injuries. But enough about me. Many have seen the military vehicles rolling down their streets and that the internet is down. I will get straight to the point."

The Emperador paused, letting the atmosphere stir.

"We, the UFSA, and our territorial holdings have been mysteriously transported to a new world. You may be laughing right now, but it is true. Many Mexicans in cities on the border have reported the disappearance of cities like El Paso and Calexico. The world we now live on is twice as big as our original world but the gravity remains about the same. Along with our lands, all registered ships, citizens, naval vessels, airplanes, military bases, and satellites have come with us."

The Emperador looked down and sighed on the television. "That is all that has been transported, though. The countries from our old world can not be communicated with and even the embassy staff from other counties are nowhere to be seen. Lost maybe forever are friends, family, and partners. I myself am morning the loss of my good friend Emperor Tu Min. But we must hold our heads high and March on. Honor the lost, live by those still here."

A knock sounded at his door. It was three short knocks followed by two in quick succession. Emanual smiled. That same knock after 10 years.

"We ask the public to remain indoors as we have identified several dangerous diseases. They are very simple and we have identified vaccines that will be dispersed to the public very soon."

Emanual opened the door and two men dressed in black suits wearing gas masks were standing at his door.

A muffled voice behind the mask spoke "Emanuel."

"Jason. I'm guessing this isn't a social visit?"

"The FID wants you back in the field. You got 10 minutes to pack your stuff. We have a mask for you in the car."

He smiled. "And where exactly does the FID want me? Been here a couple of hours and we need to clean up? A grab and forget?

The other man in the mask laughed "We need you to set up shop in a new country we just made contact with. Qua Toynians or something"

The Emperador voice came back. "And we have successfully made contact with humans of a foreign country in this new world. We will establish diplomatic conversations with them in a few days."