Chapter 62 - KING PART II (2/2)

'With greater funding from the government I will unlock the metahuman gene and we can stop the Breachers ourselves without needing the help of external help like Hyperion.'

The applause becomes even louder.

And Alex was smiling.

'The path to you is closer than you ever think, Hyperion.' He mused

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ALEXANDER KING

I've made it my hobby to see the city from every possible angle. But to be honest, I like looking it from this angle.

On my helicopter, looking at the towering buildings that we have created.

But does he see what I see? What does Hyperion sees in his eyes? Does he see a city that never gives up? A City that is living up to its potential?

A city that never breaks down?

Does he see the greatest city in the world? Or.....does he merely look down on it?

I am astounded by the sheer massive stupidity of the people in the world that believes in him.

The world tries to humanize him. Giving him a name. Laughable. As pointless as naming a hurricane.

Think about what He can do. It surprises me how they could sleep at night. Think about a hurricane with a will. And multiply the intensity of that hurricane by ten thousand.

That will be some storm. What if one day, he changes his mind? What if tomorrow, he looks down on us and decides we're not worthy of his protection?

What if tomorrow he wakes up believing he knows what's best for the world? That's it's not enough to protect the world…..when he can rule it?

The only safeguard we have from that ever happening is…his word.

But I say, His word is not enough. Not enough for me. Not enough for the world. Does it make sense to accept it like it was the norm?

I've been thinking on what I can do about it. What I can do if ever such day arrives. Today, the first step has been taken.

The people in the Capitol mistake my intention to bring him down. But that was never my intention.

I'm not really obsessed about bringing him down. I'm obsessed about bringing humanity up. All of us…..deserve a chance at greatness.

All it takes is that belief that it exist.

But….his existence not only threatens that belief but also….our existence. There is something inherently dangerous when something mythic becomes real.

When that happens, we lose that part of ourselves that yearns to be great

Because when faced with a myth? We can't win. So the mythic must be exposed for what it is. So, we can believe in ourselves.

Because it's the thing inside us, the drive to be mythic...that matters.

Looking down on his helicopter, he could see the greatest city in the world. New York. A new world dawn at the day of the Fall.

A world where men came down from the sky. A day where people from other Earth and planes of existence breach the portals resulted from the singularity.

A world where normal is no longer the same as it was before the fall. And the most dangerous of all the new things that has been happening since the fall is Hyperion.

Closing his eyes he hummed a tune.

'Gods will die' he mused. By his hand.

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