To Ensure Another Sunrise

There were six thousand and twleve ways the world could've ended in the past year

A quarter of those were natural, albeit bizzare, consequences. The collapse of the Sun into a black hole. Earth spontaneously popping out of existence. The mass concentration of anomalous phenomea transforming an entire continent into antimatter. They couldn't be avoided. Such events were the natural state of things, as anomalous as they may have seen. But they could be (and were) predicted, studied, and sucessfully averted.

Another quarter were those resulting from a civilian factor. Most of the world slept soundly at night, not knowing of anomalies. It was for the best, as governments and militaries would get all in a frenzy over some secret organization operating with unlimited jurisdiction. Words would be exchanged, tempers would flare, and then weapons would be launched. Andd jus like that, they'd have to start all over again.

But those ones were understandable, if a bit infuriating. You couldn't reason with a hurricane or intimidate an earquake- they wouldn't even notice that you were there. Likewise, you couldn't scold a child until it had learned the difference between right and wrong.

There were those who knew better. Pretenders, meddlers in the anomalous. Thinking that they knew what was right or wrong, or even worse, not caring about it at all and thinking they could control them. Anomalies were like barely controlled hounds- you could use them, command them, perhaps even rely on them, but the slightest shift in power and they'd devour you whole without a hint of regret.

But even meddlers like Prometheus Labs, or even the company of Mr Dark, paled in comparison to the most heinnous among them:

The Foundation.

The organization would claim that they know better, set themselves up as the guardians of the bridge between the natural and the unnatural (as if such a distinction could ever be made), assume the role of the highest authority as if they were any better than their groups of interst.

Take the failure of Omega-7. The Foundation's hubris, thinking it could control a beast that had nothing but scorn for them, led to the eruption of a volcano and almost blew the entire flimsy Veil to pieces.

That carelessness, as minor as it was compared to the many failures and bumbles of the Foundation over the years, or centuries depending on their precursors, was the final straw. Meetings were called. Votes were counted. Decisions were made.

If someone had known what to watch for, they would've noticed an interesting trend. Employees were more stringent, new safety procedures were being put into place, harsher punishment for negilegence of containment procedures.

At the same time, groups like Anderson Robotics, Doctor Wondetainment, and the Global Occult Coalition were noticeably more subdued. It was easier to defuse a bomb if other explosions were'nt going off every ten minutes around it.

Of course, that didn't stop it entirely. Containment breaches still occurred, K-Class scenarios were narrowly avoided. Some of these were the Foundation's fault , some of them were not.

The level of involvement was a point of contention. They clearly had no idea what they were doing, why not take control once and for all and be done with it?

But those hands were stayed. For all their fault, the Foundation at least attempted to preserve humanity, even if they went by it in an irresponsible way.

For now, they would wait. Watch. Swipe a keycard. Enter in a password. Whatever it took to avert disaster.

Eventually, they'd have to take stronger action. And they would. Anything it took to ensure the world kept on spinning. Even if it required executing each and everyone member of the Foundation.

No matter what, the world would have another Sunrise.

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