Utter chaos ensues when Mr. Sunshine actually gets peeved off. He and his friends go to town on this glittering mask hiding a hell-hole. The dereggers there are shocked. The innocents who didn't know what was going on were spared. Those who were actively involved? Death, when it eventually came, was a blessing.
@internutter/challenge-03972-j320-a-debt-repaid -- Anon Guest
The big problem was finding the source of the rot. They keystones of the culture inherent in the mess of maggots that was Iedenn Station. And when one is seeking out the roots of rot, look first to the kinds of people who are above the law.
Like most dereggers, keeping half of the population tied down in body-reproduction was standard operating procedure. Unlike most dereggers, the children were not the precious burdens that had to be protected by their deity-given parents. Once the child was old enough to use the bathroom and follow orders, they became the property of the government, which knew better.
Unless, of course, that child was the product of the reigning CEO's and the biggest movers and shakers of the society. They were the government, so it made a skewed sense that they kept their children.
When the truth was known, it was far more sinister.
Those in charge didn't want their genes becoming a working part of the machinery of paradise. They wanted to keep their legacy intact, and didn't care about anyone else's. Typical Deregger CEO's.
The children were innocent, that was agreed.
The leaders, the movers and shakers, the fraudulent posers... they were fair game.
One by one, they vanished.
One by one, their heirs were left fighting over whatever they could grab. One by one, every single one who attempted to maintain the status quo - also vanished.
One by one, parentals and foster homes found themselves with otherwise neglected ex-Deregger children. And who was piloting the machines that kept the paradise clean and pretty?
They all found out eventually.
One by one... every CEO had been crammed into the pilot pods that the children of proles had previously suffered in. Of course, the pilot pods were made for much smaller bodies. A fully-grown CEO could not fit.
Not intact.
They had to be 'trimmed' to fit, so that all the automated parts could do what they did anyway.
Terror in hypocrisy was what Mr Sunshine crafted best.
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