Theatre Arts Project: WWIII

Okay, before I actually begin my story, you have to know something about me. I love Google. Google is amazing. I work for Google. I AM Google. They say obsession is never good, well, in my philosophy, obsession with Google is normal human behavior. I work in the multimedia department, but one day, I wanna go see the Programming and Design department, just to see what they do up there. I here noises up there, but I don't know what they are. Possibly a giant biped with wheels that, when used as points for lines, make a triangle so it can be used for maximum speed and power. Possibly a weapon of some sort, able to fire acidic ammunition. But, I can't let my imagination get the best of me. But, what if they were working on both...the latter integrated into the former? Now, if that biped were to fall into the wrong hands, well, it'd be like those War Machines that Germany had during WWII. Well, those were supposed to be kept secret for 66 years...but, one year less won't make a difference. My grandfather was in World War II. He said they were huge, and he only survived those blasted Nazis because they thought he was dead. If it falls into the wrong hands, it would mean WWIII. And imagine, all that nuclear warfare. America would be forced into using hydrogen bombs that aren't stabilized. Those could cause Black Holes. And if that doesn't happen, well, America would kill everyone with German War Machines, and Germany might still have them! What if Japan still has Kamikaze Pilots from the extinct Imperial Air Force!? Improved, no doubt! The United Nations, it would crumble, no one would trust anyone! It's either the end of the world, or we'd be teleported to another alternate universe, merging timelines, and we'd all be living with alternative lives, with OUR memories! But, that's all hypothetical, and I love Google. Google is amazing. I work for Google. I AM Google.