Have you ever considered what life would be like if all our
problems went away? That's easy-go forward a hundred years and go
to Stockholm City, the only remaining city as all have been told.
33.4% of the population have a mutation of some kind. They are our
pollice officers, our leaders. The strongest make up the Diamond
Leauge, the supeheroes of the world. The only person higher than
them is Governer X, the mysterious leader. But because of Governer
X, evreything is perfect. The Spade Gang doesn't seem to think so.
They are rebels, stirring up trouble. But Governer X is the perfect
leader. He. decides. evreything. But will you listen to the cries
of the Spade Gang? Or are you just another citizen? Or perhaps you
are a loyal part of the Diamond Leauge?
Cryo walked briskly through the center of town, keeping his gaze
focused ahead. He wasn't in the mood to speak to anyone at the
moment; word had it that the Spade Gang was once again creating
trouble, and he was irked that he couldn't be of more help in the
effort to foil them. While his peers with actually helpful
mutations had joined the Diamond League at their first chance, the
most he could ever do was not get cold in the winter or hot in the
summer. The only thought on his mind was bracing for his arrival at
home, where his parents had been so excited to hear that their son
had a mutation and so disappointed to discover how paltry it was.
As always, everything was perfect. Those with mutations were
serving as policemen and officials, and the others simply live out
their lives. Though, if one looked closely, they could see the
slight imperfections caused by the Spade Gang. A graffiti mark
here, a poster there. The Helper Bots were working overtime to
cover these up. to balance the scale. Occasionally, someone was
taken away, but simply to balance the scale if they were not
showing an emotion that they had been permitted. A breeze caught
one of the posters, blowing towards Cryo. The Helper Bots seemed
unaware of it, and there was a small number of people who had been
assigned this street as part of their route.
He snatched the poster from the air cooly, glancing down at it. A
spade. Of course. He sighed internally and let go, watching the
poster tumble away. Though he knew the thought was dangerous to
entertain and unbalanced the scale, as he had been taught from a
young age, the boy had to admit just to himself that he could maybe
see why someone would rebel. Calmly, he brushed the concept away;
everything was perfect here, there was no need for rebellion.
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