The sprawling executive penthouse at the absolute pinnacle of Green City was enveloped in a profound, magnificent silence. For the first time since its flawless, highly fortified construction, the nerve centre of the terrestrial globe was completely devoid of strategic tension. The heavy mahogany desk, once the site of devastating legal executions and ruthless corporate redlining, sat entirely abandoned in the shadows. The massive digital monitors lining the walls, which had previously displayed the hyper-complex, rapidly shifting data streams of global war, were now switched to a dormant, ambient mode. They emitted a soft, pulsing emerald glow that bathed the luxurious lounge in the warm, absolute colour of total victory.
The global audit was complete. The Pacification Directive was in full effect. Regional Executive Vesper was successfully managing the Infinite Ledger from the lower administrative levels. The board was perfectly, entirely quiet.
