Life goes on
In a brightly coloured room lit with countless small and modern fixtures, the hundreds of men and women of the Corporation toiled-as they had since the dawn of time. At the very center of the room was a large crystalline model of the Earth, spinning absentmindedly like it was in no rush to get anywhere. On its clear blue surface were miniscule red lights that were scattered along the whole globe, though concentrated in several areas more than others. The lights would appear and extinguish faster than any eye could keep track of, almost like a disco-ball- had it been invented in the twenty-second century. Cubicles lined across the outer walls, each accompanied with its own worker which spent little time outside of them. If one of them were to stop what they were doing and look carefully at the very top of the room, they would find a small pane of glass above, overlooking the whole operation below. Nobody ever knew what went on up there, only that they all had a job that needed to be done.