"There is no light without darkness ,no hope without despair, no day without night, no lie without truth and no 'peace' without anarchy. "
Propaganda. Cecilia called it propaganda.
You have food. You have water. You have homes. Be grateful or we'll take that away. It could be worse. Things might be bad but at least there's some good, complain and we'll make it worse.
The streets were a mess. It was a fight or flight world now and the
Superpowered held the upper hand. The common folk were suffering. Cecilia couldn't care less about them. It was a pretty fun world, she got what she wanted as long as she kept out of the henchmen's way.
What Cecilia did care about was the whispers of the wind. She had heard the plot, the other day. The wind usually brought nonsense like "The Chases are having pancakes for dinner!" or "A new cafe is opening downtown". Honestly, the wind was downright useless half the time yet yesterday, it had finally proven its worth.
The Organisation were planning to leave earth and blow it up while they were at it. Cecilia was ok with the Organisation take over the world and let anarchy rule idea. She didn't care who reigned. "But blow up the world?!," that was Cecilia's thing. Sure, she hadn't done destroyed the world yet, but it was soon to be done in the foreseeable future and the Organisation were gonna do it instead? Oh hell no.