Plotting For the Future (Private)

Jake sat in his office, silent, and staring out into the vast, dark ocean before him. Abaddon, he began, it's been twenty-one years now hasn't it? Twenty-one years, sixteen of which were spent in silence, waiting for an opportunity. There was time before he controlled MadCross that murder was unacceptable. He played society's game then, garnering support from the community and usurping the previous ruler by the will of the people. Yes. People were dangerous when directed. So what did he do to correct that? Should they have direction, he wouldn't be able to spread his chaos. So he took direction from them, and let them be formless. He stole their laws and told them 'survive', a vile curse on the weak and a blessing for the strong. Yes. Their new direction, forged from the anarchy that ensued, was simply to survive.

Millions of people began fighting among each other, with hundreds of bodies piling up in MadCross daily. It was actually the corpses that started the economic upstart of MadCross. Doctors were needed. Nurses were needed. Hospitals, morgues, offices and insurance. All the violence created industry. Companies surfaced that produced weapons and armor. Teachers who could provide the people a way to be in tune with 'the source' sprouted up. Clever minds survived and bloomed with intelligence, leading to the development of the hydroelectric generators which provided an alternative source of low cost energy to the rest of the city. Further than that, the bodies were incinerated and mixed with processed sewage from other sectors to create a very potent fertilizer, which was then sold for low cost and high profit. The people became stronger and more fit than anywhere else in the city, but the week and cowardly managed to evade death by finding strong to protect them. Private organizations and gangs saw opportunity and seized their places here. At the center of the spiral sat Jake, the greatest deceiver the world had ever known.

Things only went according to plan from their, the latest phase in the plan ending as desired with the "disappearance" of Jack Travis, the former leader of Altostratus. Now leaderless, that sector would fumble around in the dark until a new leader could be chosen. Altostratus needed to be lead astray, and he needed to hurry up and find a suitable replacement. But who? Somebody inept. Stupid, He thought. Although, not too stupid. They need to be capable of fucking things up on their own, without me leading them along. A new, fresh face in this city that I can not be linked to. That would be the hard part-- who would he choose? Dozens of people arrived from other dimensions daily-- screening them all would be nearly impossible and attract far too much attention. But, was plucking some random fool off the street the proper answer? Perhaps not. He would simply need to bide his time. He had months before the bureaucrats pulled their head from between their legs and made even an effort to correct the situation. Yes. He would simply... wait.