Year 2067. Geneva. The Underground Complex of the Global Council.
Acid rain hits the protective dome of the planet's last political bastion. Underground, world leaders, weakened and aged by years of chaos, watch monitors broadcasting destruction in real time.
Narrator:
There had been a world where hope still flickered. Now, only the shadows of wrong decisions still reigned over the land. Wars for resources, viruses escaped from laboratories and artificial intelligences out of control... all took their toll. Humanity was on its knees.
Council President: (in a dry voice, looking at everyone)
— Those of us who are left... what is left for us to do? Who else has solutions?
A helpless murmur. Then... the massive alloy doors slowly open. There is a deathly silence.
Alexander Kael walks calmly, followed by two unknown individuals, dressed in black uniforms, without insignia.
Kael (clear, resonant voice):
— You no longer have any solutions. You have lost control. I have come to close this chapter of history.
The Prime Minister of France (standing up suddenly):
— Who do you think you are, impostor?! You are neither a state nor a military force!
Kael (raises his right hand, and the room darkens. In the air, holograms light up one by one):
— We have taken over all the global systems. Satellites, banks, armies, nuclear codes. See with your own eyes.
On the monitors, the generals and presidents remaining in the territories enter live, each swearing loyalty to the name Kael.
Kael (raspy):
— The time for words is over. You decide here and now. Accept or… complete collapse.
US President (nervously, frowning):
— Blackmail! Terrorism!
Kael (looking at him coldly):
— No, reality. If I walk out this door now, your world dies. 7 continents turn to ashes in 48 hours. Don't believe me? Look.
Kael activates a sequence. Images from Beijing, London and New York. Three nuclear explosions simulated in real time, with a simple "click".
Kael:
— The game is over. I decide whether you live or die.
General Semyonov (standing up, deep, glorious voice):
— Okay… I choose life. I swear allegiance to the Absolute Man.
Kael (smiling slightly):
— Wise. Who's next?
In an hour, everyone gives in.
Kael (calm, almost whispering):
— Congratulations... You are the first tools of the new world. We begin the cleanup.
Kael steps onto a platform. Live, broadcast across the globe.
Kael:
— Today, the world you knew dies. Not me. Silence. Then, in the background, for the first time, a faint laugh is heard... a presence. The Shadow.
Shadow (whispered voice, only Kael hears it):
— You have conquered the world, but the game has just begun...
Kael frowns, but says nothing. He looks at the screen, and the image of the entire planet turns gray.
Narrator:
That night, the earth died. The Final Dictatorship was born. And no one knew... that the real player had just entered the scene. There are no borders. There are no more nations. There is only one truth: my will.
Silence. Then, in the background, for the first time, a faint laugh is heard… a presence. The Shadow.
The Shadow (whispered, only Kael hears it):
— You have conquered the world, but the game has only just begun…
Kael frowns, but says nothing. He looks at the screen, and the image of the entire planet turns gray.
Narrator:
That night, the earth died. The Final Dictatorship was born. And no one knew… that the real player had only just entered the scene. In