The night is never as dark as we think it is. Light is all around us, shooting and refracting off of everything we see, and more. We only exist in a sliver of reality. We are not omnipotent, though our knowledge has become too vast for our own good. We have thrived for far too long, reproduced far too much. We are doomed to a strained existence, no matter the lengths we take to stop ourselves. Our destruction, omnipotent. Our race, futile. We will die.

Our new generation is choked by our parent's choices, the atmosphere thick and boggish. Plastic flooding the oceans, hunger and disease and disasters running countries into the dirt, and the strength of the clutch that binds us, the inability to stop. Corporate corruption and slobbering politicians scare us into a frenzied state of panic, telling us to stop driving and to recycle. When, at the end of the day, the moment we stop driving millions of people will have lost their jobs, and their lives. The many things we are told to recycle aren't even recyclable, but the corporations are too blind to understand there will soon be revolt. There will soon be a revolution.

At first we thought to reign in the moon. But, the fate of humanity and the earth itself would be lost. We are alone, for now. But we know now what must come forth. Our population is hanging over the belt, going on 7.8 million and up. What countries harm us the most? Who will we miss? When will we begin to turn against each other? We will not let this stick around long enough for a third World War. Many of us are too far gone. The SPC has taken matters into their own hands. You cannot stop this. You cannot find us. For we, and only we, are the omnipotent of the human race. Forget your 'celebrity...