Tenjouin Kiriyara looked out the window.
He saw a commercial building in the distance, its facade one giant screen of rolling advertisements, now cycling through a soda commercial. Handsome men and beautiful women held refreshing drinks, reveling on the beach, strolling, and drinking heartily. But the most important corner logo had been shattered by a stray shell, leaving behind a massive black hole that took up a quarter of the screen, rendering all the actions of the advertisement's protagonists hollow.
Everyone says corporatism splurges money like dirt, that war could be avoided with enough funds. Yet how much would it take to buy off Nestor Corporation? Would they stop their offensive for a trillion funds? Perhaps, but she would use that money to bolster her forces and strike again.
