The year is 2495 of the McMillan calendar. People from dozens of countries are watching their holographic televisions during midday as the various Presidents and Prime Ministers addressed everyone in their best suits and ties, saying variations of:

"God bless this wonderful world of ours!", 

"Grand Earth will never fall to its enemies." and

"For every civilian watching, happiness be to you."

Then after almost all of the various leaders gave their own monologue, the Director of the United Realm stood up and gave his speech, the Director seeming to be a slim but muscular man in his mid forties, wearing a plain, black dress shirt tucked into his black dress pants carrying a stern look on his face:

"As you all know, my name is Sylvester Rowland and I am the current Director of The Order of the United Realm. We are here today to celebrate the 20th anniversary of the end of the world war that united our nations and various realms and that has created the current world peace and scientific and magical progress that we have all come to know."

"I don't have much to say as our prosperity and cohesiveness is already self-evident but for the benefit of the young ones who have neither known the loss nor the despair that previous generations experienced in the ten year period prior to the last twenty years, I will say this!"

"Just as there are many hardships and challenges that we all need to face throughout our lives there are just as many wonders to behold and embrace, not because we happen upon them as generations long since gone had done but because we can take it upon ourselves using our own might to determine our future. This world is based on LAWS and for those of us with courage and determination we can create our own laws, and by using these, whether blessings or curses, our peace in and rule over this world will never fall away."

Director Rowland then raised his hand and moved his lips as if to speak but no words could be heard, but a great number of words that seemed to appear from nothing, each symbol written in a language that looked similar to Sanskrit, blazed with fire, and the sky then shone with a blinding bright light and a ray of light that seemed palpable descended on everyone in the world besides those that were in attendance themselves at the assembly. Five seconds later the light disappeared and the the world assembly program had ended and almost everyone went back to their normal daily routines.

One young man who the light touched, however, continued to stare blankly towards the direction where the light came from as if he was wandering how the light was able to move pass solid walls in order to fall on his body. When his eyes became focused again he put a smile on his face and though he was alone in his almost empty room, to him it felt like this place radiated an endless warmth. He slowly put his smile away making his face look sternly determined and whispered:

"I'm definitely going to create my own laws and be just like Sylvestor Rowland. This really is a wonderful world, ha, ha, ha..."

Laughing uncontrollably, he fell off the bed he was sitting on. He stared at the ceiling for 5 minutes and fell asleep with the only thought on his mind being the words of one of the world leaders at the world assembly,

"God bless this wonderful world of ours!".