The pale, golden light of the early morning sun breached the reinforced panoramic glass windows of the master suite. It spilled across the plush carpet and slowly climbed the massive, custom built bed, completely bathing the absolute sovereigns of the terrestrial realm in a warm, flawless glow. The sprawling executive penthouse at the pinnacle of Green City was utterly, profoundly silent. There were no flashing red proximity alarms indicating a physical breach. There were no soft, melodic yellow chimes from the biometric terminals requesting urgent legal counsel. The Infinite Ledger was operating flawlessly in the subterranean vaults, completely managed by the newly ascended executives.
Consort Noir opened his beautiful, chocolate brown eyes.
