In a dimly lit room somewhere in the world, Bernard– Whiteking was currently in front of almost a hundred monitors. Some were a compiler, computer security; letters, and numbers that only had meaning for Whiteking as he created the tools for himself.
As for the other screens, most were the news– a view of the satellites, and some were both. Now that the skies of Toronto have been suddenly cleared, the satellites could finally once again capture the streets of Toronto… or what was left of it.
The last time the people had a bird's eye view of Toronto was before Darkday caused its ruin– unlike in London, most of the people were completely in the dark about what Toronto looked like, but now they do.
Unlike London which was now a desert of ash, Toronto… was just desolate. Almost like a dark alleyway that no one passes through anymore. It felt like people were living in it, but at the same time, it was desolate, dead, and dangerous.
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