To Ensure Another Sunrise

There were six thousand and twelve ways the world could've ended last year. We watched as they burned parallel to us, fading like a distant dream.

A quarter of those doomed planets fell to natural, albeit bizarre, consequences; the collapse of the Sun into a black hole, Earth spontaneously popping out of existence. The mass concentration of anomalous phenomena transforming an entire continent into antimatter. It couldn't be avoided. Such events were the natural state of things, as anomalous as they may have seemed. It was the ebb and flow of the unreal, like weather patterns that could be predicted, studied, and successfully averted.

Another quarter were lost at the hand of their keepers. In the nights before the sirens started, families would sleep soundly, not knowing of the anomalous. It was for the best, as governments tended to meddle in the affairs of their citizens, and the unknown was known to lend a wicked hand to some, but not all. Peace would reign for some time, until words were exchanged, tempers flared, and man, armed with the tools of his own destruction, turned on himself. Just 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 earthquake- 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 aberration. Foolishly believing themselves to be arbiters of reality, or even worse, indifferent to the normal and extraordinary alike in a harsh bid for control. Anomalies were like barely trained hounds, you could use them, command them, perhaps even rely on them in a pinch, but the slightest shift in power and they'd devour you whole without a hint of regret.

But even meddlers like Prometheus Labs, or the company of Mr. Dark, paled in comparison to the most heinous 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 interest.

Take the failure of Omega-7, where the Foundation assumed it could control a rabid animal that had nothing but scorn for them. Or the Khevtuul 1 space probe, or even the so-called Twins of God. There were hundreds upon hundreds of ways their failures could've ended the world, and we saw all possibilities.

That particular strand of arrogance was the final straw for many. 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 negligence of containment procedures.

At the same time, groups like Anderson Robotics, Doctor Wondertainment, and the Global Occult Coalition were noticeably more subdued. It was easier to defuse a bomb if other explosions weren't 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. Wait and observe. Notate. Swipe a keycard. Enter a password. Whatever means necessary, as the ends always justified.

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 every member of the Foundation.

No matter what, the world would have another Sunrise.

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