Chapter 8- The News and Recruitment

As Marcus entered his bedroom room, his mind grew heavy with anticipation. He switched on the television, and the screen flickered to life, displaying three separate news channels reporting on the global destruction that had unfolded. The urgency in the news anchors' voices was palpable as they relayed the harrowing events to their viewers.

On one channel, a reporter stood amidst the wreckage of a city, debris scattered all around. Buildings crumbled, smoke billowed into the sky, and people wandered in a daze. The reporter's voice trembled as they described the chaos and devastation, highlighting the widespread destruction caused by unexplained natural disasters and inexplicable phenomena. The camera panned to desperate individuals searching for their loved ones, their tear-streaked faces reflecting the fear and uncertainty that had gripped the world.

Meanwhile, on another channel, a news anchor sat at a desk, displaying maps and graphics depicting the affected areas. They spoke of the sudden destruction of entire cities and strange occurrences witnessed around the globe. Reports of demolished metropolitan areas, military involvement, and riots were shared, painting a picture of a world in upheaval. The anchor's tone conveyed a mix of disbelief and urgency as they urged viewers to stay indoors, seek shelter, and remain vigilant in the face of the unknown.

Simultaneously, the third channel broadcasted a press conference where government officials attempted to address the situation. The panel of officials wore grim expressions as they struggled to provide satisfactory answers to the reporters' relentless questions. They admitted to being overwhelmed by the scale of the disaster, acknowledging the limited resources and the challenges in coordinating relief efforts. The officials emphasized the need for unity and cooperation while assuring the public that they were working tirelessly to understand the events unfolding and provide assistance where possible.

In a crowded press room, journalists eagerly gathered around a panel of government officials, their cameras and microphones poised to capture every word. The atmosphere was tense, with a sense of urgency lingering in the air. The reporters had one burning question on their minds: the mysterious voice that had resonated across the world, leaving millions in a state of bewilderment. Finally, a journalist raised their hand, signaling their turn to speak.

Reporter: "Excuse me, esteemed officials, I'm sure you are aware of the voice that everyone just heard. Can you shed some light on your thoughts regarding this enigmatic occurrence? What does the government make of it?"

The officials exchanged glances, their expressions reflecting a mix of apprehension and curiosity. The spokesperson stepped forward, clearing their throat before addressing the room.

Spokesperson: "Thank you for your question. We understand that the voice has generated significant intrigue and concern among the population. We, too, are grappling with the implications of this unprecedented event. Our foremost priority is to gather as much information as possible and thoroughly analyze the situation."

Another journalist chimed in, pressing for more details.

Journalist: "But, does the government have any theories or initial assessments? Is this voice a sign of something more significant happening globally?"

Spokesperson: "At this point, we are treating the voice as a matter of utmost importance. We are exploring various possibilities and consulting with experts from different fields. It is premature to draw concrete conclusions or make definitive statements about its origin or purpose. Rest assured, we are actively investigating and monitoring the situation."

A journalist from a prominent news outlet followed up, seeking clarity on the government's response.

Journalist: "Given the magnitude of this event, are there any plans to collaborate with international organizations or other governments to better understand and address the implications of the voice?"

Spokesperson: "Indeed, international collaboration is paramount in times of such global significance. We are engaging in discussions with our international counterparts to share information, exchange ideas, and collectively explore potential strategies. As this is a rapidly evolving situation, cooperation and coordination will be key to our understanding and response."

The room filled with murmurs as reporters exchanged glances, their pens scribbling notes furiously. One final question was asked, seeking reassurance for the public.

Reporter: "Can the government assure the public that every effort is being made to ensure their safety and well-being in light of this inexplicable voice?"

Spokesperson: "Absolutely. Safeguarding the welfare of our citizens is our top priority. We are actively working to enhance our emergency response systems, disseminate vital information, and provide support and resources to those affected by the current events. Rest assured, the government remains committed to transparency, preparedness, and the overall protection of our society."

With that, the press conference concluded, leaving the reporters with a mix of anticipation and curiosity. The government's responses had offered a glimpse into their ongoing efforts, but the mystery of the voice remained shrouded in uncertainty. The journalists dispersed, their minds buzzing with questions, eager to continue investigating and reporting on the enigmatic phenomenon that had captivated the world.

"It's clear that there is no definitive plan yet. I'm sure everyone is still trying to piece together all the information to come up with their own conclusions. Not to mention what the future might look like once everyone has their own abilities. That's when the real chaos will start happening," Marcus thought, reflecting on the various news channels he had been browsing through, most of which convey similar messages.

He observed that the government was still grappling to gain control amidst the unfolding events. However, it was the companies that seemed to be the real beneficiaries. Marcus quickly switched to social media, where he witnessed a flurry of activity. People were congregating outside company headquarters, demanding entry and hoping to be vetted for qualification. The scene depicted individuals anxiously vying for the opportunity to be selected by these companies.

The atmosphere outside the towering corporate headquarters was charged with anticipation and desperation. A sea of people had gathered, their eyes fixed on the imposing building that held the promise of safety and protection. Guards in dark uniforms stood stoically at every entrance, their presence a reminder of the stakes at hand.

A designated area had been set up for vetting, where individuals anxiously lined up, clutching their identification documents and resumes. The line seemed never-ending, stretching far into the distance. Each person hoped that their skills, qualifications, or expertise would secure them a coveted spot inside the protected walls.

The sound of murmured conversations filled the air as people exchanged nervous glances and whispered about their chances. Some shared stories of their accomplishments, trying to impress fellow hopefuls and increase their odds of being selected. Others quietly rehearsed their pitches, determined to make a compelling case for why they deserved entry.

Occasionally, the doors of the corporate headquarters would swing open, and an individual, deemed qualified, would emerge with a golden pass in hand. The lucky few were met with a mix of envy and disappointment from the waiting crowd. Every announcement of selection sparked a renewed frenzy of desperation as others saw their chances dwindle.

You could hear the conversations going on everywhere. No one was certain of what was to come.

" Did you hear the voice yesterday? It was so creepy". Strangers talked amongst themselves trying to gauge each other's thoughts.

" Yeah, I heard it. It's all over the news. I'm just glad that these companies are offering protection to those who qualify.

" But how do we know who qualifies? And what if they don't choose us? We'll be left out here to fend for ourselves."

" I know, it's scary. But we just have to keep trying. I heard they have guards posted everywhere and a station for vetting. Maybe if we keep showing up and proving ourselves, they'll let us in."

Somewhere else on the line.

" I can't believe this is happening. First the voice and now these companies are controlling who gets protection."

" Yeah, it's crazy. But what else can we do? We have to rely on someone for help."

" I just don't like the idea of being at the mercy of these corporations. They could turn on us at any moment."

" I hear you, but what choice do we have? We can't survive out here on our own. And who knows, maybe they'll even offer jobs to those they protect."

Another conversation could be heard following many others.

"I think we should try to find our own way out of this mess. We don't need these companies to protect us."

" And how exactly do you suggest we do that? We don't have any special abilities like those who will be chosen by the companies."

"We can start by forming our own community. We can gather resources, build shelter, and work together to survive."

"That's a good idea, but we still have to worry about the dangers outside. The voice warned us about hostile races and dangerous terrain."

"We'll just have to be careful and learn to defend ourselves. Maybe we can even trade with those who are selected by the companies."

" I like that. It's a good backup plan in case we can't make it on our own."

The struggle to be chosen was palpable, with emotions running high. People clung to the hope that their skills and qualifications would set them apart, providing them with a chance for safety and security in the uncertain times ahead. The competition was fierce, as each person yearned for the validation that came with being deemed worthy of protection by the powerful corporations.

Amidst the chaos and uncertainty, the constant battle for selection continued, driving individuals to present their best selves, their dreams of safety and a future free from the impending turmoil pushing them forward.

' Shit, this is getting serious. People are posting meeting groups everywhere now. I'm not sure what we should do. Those who gain power will surely alter everything once they have their abilities. I can't help but wonder what awaits us out there. How will it all work? Will there be enough resources for everyone? How will we be transferred and separated or will we be together ? Damn, I'm feeling incredibly nervous, but strangely excited at the same time. What kind of trial will I face to gain my legacy? I can't help but wonder,' Marcus thought to himself as he finished searching for updates. The upcoming hours were bound to be even more chaotic, and he needed some rest to prepare.