Its shadow darkened the city, blackening window after window as the Sun rotated around it. It stood over twenty feet high, a massive symbol of the man who changed everything. Despite the attempts of several groups to remove this emblem of domination, it stood as proudly as ever, as did its pedestal of sorts, the impossibly tall world headquarters of the Undertone Society. Eighty-five hundred feet below, thousands of citizens stood in line to enter the building. When designed, the headquarters had almost 400 entrances and exits at various levels. Since the latest (and most successful) suicide bombing had gutted nearly three entire levels and all but destroyed the metro station, only a handful of entrances were open, each with a great deal of security.
Undertone was a society in name only, for anyone with the slightest amount of economics training could see that it operated as a business. Undertone was made up of several million