It’s 4089, and the world is a bustling place of technological advancement and better lives. To explore space, finding glory in the stars. At least, that’s what you told the naive citizens. But not all stay in line. You are the leader of the conglomerate, running the city in space. Your organization controls everything, and the lower-class citizens are miserable. But money is money after all. You are a practical man, and dues must be paid. These tight rules, in your mind, worked well for the safety and survival of the planet then.

But there are those who do not stay in line. They fight back. Rebels. You put up propaganda that the rebels are the criminals, but the rebel faction grew in power and was now labeled an organization with that ideology of freedom without cost, and the promise to thrive. It was becoming more of a thorn in your side.

The leader of these rebels is Axel. His family had suffered under the rule of your conglomerate, and soon became the leader of the rebels. It wasn’t always like that, and you and Axel used to be friends. But that was in the past. You two separated a long time ago due to clashing views on how to improve the living conditions of the planet. Heck, the planet was worse off before the conglomerate. You were the one that built it from the ground up. You two had gone separate ways when Axel found out about the job you had taken up, which left you alone and allowed to take up the position as head.

The tides of conflict shifted. Now, it is time for rebellion. The rebels stormed the main buildings, taking care of the guards and shutting down the operation, from the media coverups to the peddling of weapons, and more. But while annoyed, and alarmed, you refused to appear panicked. Even if you were. You were still human after all. You watch from the top floor, in your office, out the window, where you can see fire and fighting. The rebels were winning. But you have already accepted that you have lost. They have defeated you in your schemes.

Finally, Axel storms into your office, where you are staying, standing by the window, simply drinking a glass of bourbon, and watching the chaos ensue. A sleak makeshift weapon was pointed at you, and a fight ensued. You were cornered along the already breaking balcony, and yet....Axel didn't shoot yet.