Original X-roads-2003

Meanwhile in the Future…
 
    Meseet snuck into the back of the ‘MRT-60′ meeting that was being held late that night. She had not been forbidden to go to it, and technically she was of age to be there. She had not gotten the proper clearance from either of her parents.
    This was not uncommon among the teenage population. A blind eye was always turned when a youthful face suddenly appeared for the first time. It was a silent sign of encouragement to the youth that they perhaps had found a place to belong.
    MRT was a code name for an underground group of eccowarriors. They planned, coordinated, and carried out various acts to restore balance to the planet’s ecosystem. Everyone was welcomed to joined. They needed grunt men as well as thinkers. Their main concern now was the growing reach of the conglomerate Dawn Co.
    Dawn Co. “The Dawn of a new era” was founded and run by former PsyOperative Mark Chasarue.
    Mark was head PsyOp for the global police force almost since the beginning of his career. Rumors of his powers range from the supernatural to the surreal. He always knew the truth, everyone was subject to his mind control there was no counter agent. He was someone you simply put, did not want to go against. He brought the worst criminals to justice throughout the entire world.
    “Yeah I don’t like that they want to have an I.D. to everything.” A skinny, red haired man from the back said out loud.
    “This whole we need to know who you are, and you should have nothing to hide is not the point.” a tan man with blonde hair from the front inputted.
    “This whole point of efficiency is what gets me riled up.” a woman from the front said out loud. “You use a thumb print at the grocery store to buy your food, it takes the money from your bank. All because they want to make us safer? So we aren’t carrying money around anymore to mugged for, won’t they just be cutting off people’s thumbs?” She held up her thumb to the crowd, the crowd erupted in approval.
    “I think it’s a marketing ploy.” an elderly man in the second row called out.
    “It’s definitely a strategy” Zahran Fordg stepped forward to address the group. His skin was so dark it made the whites of his eyes seem to glow. He scanned the room and noticed Meseet cowering in the back row, but he pretended to take no notice. His muscles bulged under the woven leather vest, grey chest hairs peeked out here and there. “Who is going where, what are they buying, where is the money going.” he continued. “Dawn Co. isn’t just into security and communication services like they claim. The new information coming out is that they want to invade every aspect of daily life. They want to be the food you eat, the entertainment you watch, the media source you read.” Zahran accused. “Chasarue wants to control the entire populace like he controls a fugitive of justice. He can’t help himself, he’s mad for Power.” he sat down on the front row. Zahran knew well of Mark Chasarue’s control, for he had been under it for five years.