The Federation
Established Nation
[FONT="]HUBRIS[/FONT]
Dr. Leslie Gray sat in his office in his Port Fiona headquarters, the building was his greatest triumph, a massive skyscraper towering over the many tall skyscrapers of the city, newspapers had described as a giant piece of obsidian jutting up from the ground, it’s windows were tinted black and the sun reflected off it’s every surface during a sunny day. From his office he could see the ocean, the dockyards and the many ships going in and out of it. Port Fiona was Bantyr’s greatest success in city building, nothing of the old city remained, it was destroyed to make way for newer more useful buildings. Doctor Gray’s main office was white, the floors where white, the lights made sure most shadows in the office were eliminated, it was sterile like he wanted. In front of his glass desk sat President Allen Gordon; many people would think of President Gordon as one of the, if not the most, powerful person in Bantyr but this was not true as evidenced by his presence in Leslie Gray’s office. Leslie Gray owned Concordance, it was his child, his family and it brought him almost unlimited wealth, the government deferred to them on many issues.
“The world wasn’t ready Doctor.” The President started as he read the newspaper headline.
“Your Senate gave into pressure my friend; I am very disappointed in this decision. Your government has been very gracious in allowing us to continue our work in secret. However if we continue to allow these idiots who believe in a bearded man in the sky to hold us back then our goal in transcending the human condition will never be reached.” Leslie said, sighing in frustration. “No matter, our stock of prisoners remains high, legalizing it was only a formality to me, a hope that maybe the world would understand the need to destroy that which makes us weak. Now legalizing the unrestricted production of biological weapons is something that must be done.”
“I promised this new regime would release the restrictions that hold back our capitalistic society and I will follow through on this promise, Doctor Gray, this I promise you.” The President assured him.
“Good, Concordance and Bantyr shall continue to be great partners, I’d hate to see this great relationship be destroyed by government officials who fear progress. I shall make Bantyr the go to country for technological progress but only if Bantyr itself stays out of my way as I march toward my goal. As for the other obstacles, I shall deal with them in my own way.” Leslie finished.
“Of course.” The President replied. “I must return to Bangleann and make sure the fools keep on the track I have set for them.”
“So you must.” Leslie said, standing up and buttoning his lab coat. “I assume you can find the way out on your own?”
The President nodded and stood up, shook the Doctor’s hand and left.
Leslie stood there staring at the closed door before walking to leave his office himself. The hallways were white just like his office, everything giving off a look of sterility as if it were a hospital. His lab coat trailing behind him as he quickly walked toward the elevator. The lab coat was a holdover from when he was down in the trenches so to speak, in the lab testing his theories, experimenting, taking part in vivisection after vivisection creating the drugs and engineering the diseases that built his empire. He owned hospitals, prisons, and medical labs. Many corporations joined up with Concordance to form the consortium that was attached to its name, they had some power within the corporation but Doctor Gray exerted majority control over all of them.
The elevator reached the sublevels of the building, his main lab was situated in his own headquarters and only his hand selected team had access to it. In the halls the screams of wide awake men and women being experimented on could be heard echoing throughout. They would suffer for their crimes against humanity, but in their suffering they would help Concordance help humanity live longer and continue down the road to perfection.