This is something I've been considering for some time now, based on a suggestion
@Libertad had in an earlier post (I forget where):
Requiem for an Electric Man:
October 31st, 1933
Ironically, Room 3327 at the Hotel New Yorker was dark. The power had been cut off months ago due to the fighting. At the moment, Nikola Tesla was not bothered by that. He was sitting on the outside porch, feeding the pigeons, and enjoying the late afternoon breeze. He could occasionally hear gunfire in the distance, but was largely unconcerned. He was glad at least for his ability to do this. He was the only person left in the building, as all the guests had been evacuated as soon as Hoover had announced the State of Emergency, and he opted to stay. Since there wasn't any power, it wasn't like he could work, as he normally would during the day, and he doubted that the owners would care he still owed an extravagant bill to them at this point. If they were still alive. No, he'd have to wait for fighting to end to continue inventing.
Tesla frankly didn't care who would win this conflict. He only knew snippets of what was happening, thanks to brief intervals of power he gave to the radio. He had some sympathies for socialists, given he had his own run-ins with short-sighted businessmen like Edison or JP Morgan, who failed to appreciate his genius or the potential of his inventions. Especially Morgan, who had given his support to Tesla to create his wireless transmission tower, only to take it away when Tesla threatened his precious copper monopoly, and despite his pleas, refused to help him pay for Wardencyiffe. He also had no love for the American government, who failed to protect his patents, and essentially drove to poverty. His problems with patent also attracted him to the communist platform of having royalties directed towards the inventor. However, he had his own doubts about socialism, and its experimentation in the United States, and was unsure if it was feasible.
Tesla noted the time, 5:30, and decided to head outside for his weekly jog. At age 77, he still wanted to keep fit, but for his own safety, he voluntarily restricted it to a week between jogs. As he walked down the empty halls of the Hotel New Yorker, he couldn't help, but wonder if he had the potential to ended this conflict before it began. Morgan felt threatened by his wireless electricity concept. Maybe he could've broken the monopolies, and prevented the rise of corporate greed and maybe his concept (not that bastard Marconi's) of wireless transmission could've kept war from breaking out. Hell, he already had new concepts ready to prevent war. His cosmic ray motor, his frequency sensor which could work underwater, and especially his death ray, which would ensure the end of all war. Maybe he could give the concept to whoever won.
After several minutes of walking down the stairs, he emerged, and began to jog the abandoned streets of New York to the Library. It wasn't as if he was afraid. Hell, he was afraid sitting in his hotel room, because he had heard the fascists had mowed down the socialist leader Thomas in his DC hotel room. Still, he had done this every week since he moved here before the revolution began, and he would continue. However, as he moved down the steps, two men clad in US Army shirts suddenly appeared, and ran up to him. Guns pointed at him. Tesla stopped cold.
"What are you doing here?!"
"I, I mean no harm...."
"This guy sounds Russian. He could be an volunteer informant, sending info to the Reds."
"What... No, I'm not Russian. I've lived in this country for 50 years!"
"This guy does look familiar..."
"We can't take any chances! We are some of the last forces in this city, and I'm not letting one Red free!"
With that, the man raised his gun, and shot Tesla in chest. Tesla fell backwards onto the ground. As blood gushed around him, in his delirious state, he heard the remaining conversation.
"Oh my god, Bill, I know who this guy is!"
Bill's response was cut short by sudden gunfire behind them. They ran in opposite direction, shooting back. The shooting ended, and several soldiers, clad in green with red armbands, arrived. Tesla was slowly losing consciousness. One of them knelt down.
"Someone, get some help for this man."
Another voice came out.
"Oh god, it's Nikola Tesla!"
"The Inventor?"
Tesla knew he had little time left, so he used his last bit of energy to finally share his ideas. He tepidly raised his right hand to his pocket and pulled his room key out. He told the young soldier.
"Room 3327. Please take everything you can. See to it.... That it be used to be used for the benefit of all mankind."
Tesla lost consciousness. The soldier stood around, while medics picked up his body. The soldier threw the keys, and commanded them to do as Tesla said.
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Nikola Tesla died at age 77 at a New York medic camp on November 1st, 1933, due to the massive blood loss sustained from his wound. After the war was concisively won by the Reds, a funeral was held on January 6th, 1934 at the Cathedral of Saint John the Divine. Over the radio, Fiorello LaGuardia gave a euology to Tesla, backed by Schubert's "Ave Maria".
His collected files and schematics were handed over to the Communications and Manufacturing Secretariats. While much of it was deemed unfeasible by the engineers at both departments, several of his ideas were kept around for further development, such as what would be the basis of radar and other such applications. His ideas for transmittable electricity, while implausible, provided inspiration for other developments in the area.
He is honored both in his native Yugoslavia and the UASR, with a plaque at the Hotel New Yorker Room 3327, a small museum at the former location of Wardencyiffe, and, most prominently, a statue at the Deleon-Debs Science Museum.
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