The world was never the same after Malcolm's speech.
At first, there was disbelief. Shock. People across the world stared at their screens, unable to princess the images of Walter—the supposed leader of the Federation—being revealed as an alien. For decades, they had listened to his speeches, followed his orders, and trusted his leadership. And now, they were being told that he was never even human.
In New World, a group of journalists huddled in a dimly lit newsroom, their eyes locked on the broadcast.
"This has to be a hoax," one muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Aliens? Leading us? It sounds like some damn sci-fi movie."
"No," another said, shaking his head. "Look at that footage. It's real. That's real warfare. Not CGI, not some government trick. Those spaceships, those soldiers—it's all real."
A young reporter, barely out of college, leaned forward. "But think about it. If aliens have been controlling our governments… What else have they been doing? What else have they been hiding from us?"
A heavy silence filled the room. No one had an answer.
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In Okyo, inside a bustling ramen shop, an old man slurped his noodles before shaking his head and setting down his chopsticks.
"So all these years, we thought we were in charge," he murmured. "Turns out, we were nothing more than cattle."
Beside him, a businessman in his suit rubbed his temples. "And now, no more borders. No more nations. We're all under the Federation."
A university student, sitting at the end of the counter, grinned. "That means no more visa issues, right? I can go anywhere, anytime?"
The old man chuckled. "You kids… always thinking about traveling."
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In a village in Geria, a group of farmers sat under a tree, listening to the radio.
"This means no more wars, right?" one asked, shifting his weight on the wooden bench.
A woman beside him, holding a child, nodded. "If there are no countries, there are no border disputes. No fighting over land. Maybe this is good."
"But if they controlled us before," another man frowned, "who's to say they aren't still controlling us?"
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In Moscow, inside a dimly lit bar, a group of soldiers sat around a table, whiskey glasses in hand.
"So we were fighting all this time… for nothing?" one grumbled, taking a sip.
Another leaned back. "Not for nothing. At least we know the truth now. No more secrets."
A third soldier chuckled. "And now? We can go anywhere we want. Imagine that—no more paperwork, no more restrictions. We could be in Paris tomorrow, drinking wine."
The first soldier sighed. "Yeah, well… we'll see how this all plays out."
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In New Delli, inside a crowded train, the debate was loud and heated.
"This changes everything," a woman in a red sari said, gripping the handrail. "Our economy, our jobs—how will this work?"
A man in a suit smirked. "It means opportunities. You don't have to be stuck in one country. You can work anywhere. Live anywhere."
Another passenger scoffed. "Sounds nice on paper. Let's see how the world adjusts."
Across the globe, reactions varied. Some were hopeful. Others were terrified. But one thing was certain—nothing would ever be the same again.
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Meanwhile, the scientists were in an uproar. Across research labs, universities, and military facilities, the scientific community was ablaze with excitement.
"We need access to alien technology," a scientist in Geneva declared, slamming his hands on a conference table. "Do you realize what we could learn? Their biology, their physics—this could advance humanity by centuries!"
In Eijing, a researcher adjusted his glasses. "The material of their ships… it defies everything we know. We must study it. We must understand it."
A scientist in California leaned back in his chair. "And what about their medicine? If they've been ruling us, they must have tech beyond our wildest imagination."
The demand for alien research grew louder.
At first, Evan ignored them. He had other and much bigger problems to deal with. But when the protests started—scientists marching in the streets, demanding access to alien remains—he sighed.
"Fine," he muttered, rolling his eyes.
He had no time to deal with their endless demands, so he threw them a bone.
Literally.
A few alien corpses, carefully preserved, were delivered to top scientific institutions around the world.
The scientists were ecstatic.
For them, it was Christmas morning. The greatest discovery of their lives lay before them, and they wasted no time cutting, testing, and analyzing every part of the alien bodies.
But this was only the beginning of the global chaos.
With the fall of the alien-controlled governments, Evan released all his previously banned technology.
The world transformed overnight.
Medicine was produced at a massive scale—diseases that had plagued humanity for centuries were cured in an instant. The production of life-saving technology exploded at an unprecedented pace.
VR helmets, advanced gaming systems, upgraded smartphones, AI-driven platforms—everything was enhanced, refined, and made better.
It was an era of progress. Of pure bliss.
But Evan knew better than to be blinded by the moment.
Yes, the world was healing. Yes, lives were being saved.
But with fewer deaths, the population was going to spiral out of control.
People were living longer. Families were growing. Resources would be stretched thin.
The balance of the world was shifting, and he needed to act before it tipped over.
So, he arranged a meeting.
And the person he wanted to meet?
Elyon Musk.
Inside a sleek, high-tech conference room, Elyon walked in with a curious smile.
"Nice to meet you," he greeted, extending a hand.
Evan shook it firmly. "Nice to meet you too."
Elyon leaned back in his chair, studying Evan. "So… why did you call me? You have everything."
It was true. Evan possessed technology beyond anyone's imagination. Wealth, power, influence—he had it all.
Evan nodded. "I called because I need your help."
Elyon raised an eyebrow. "Help? Do you really need my help?" He chuckled. "That has to be a joke, isn't it?"
But then he saw Evan's serious expression.
"What do you need help with?"
Evan leaned forward. "The world is advancing too fast. My tech… it's too powerful. It's offsetting the balance of everything."
Elyon listened intently.
"The population is rising too fast," Evan continued. "My medicines are saving lives, which is great. But if we don't control this, we're going to have bigger problems."
Elyon tapped his fingers on the table. "So, what's your plan?"
Evan's eyes gleamed.
"Colonization."
Elyon blinked. "Come again?"
"I want to expand beyond Earth," Evan said. "I have all the technology needed—terraforming, space travel, infrastructure. But I need someone to oversee it."
Elyon stared at him, speechless.
"You want me to lead a team… to start colonization?"
Evan nodded. "Yes."
Elyon exhaled sharply. "This is insane."
"But it's possible."
A long silence filled the room.
Then, slowly, a grin spread across Elyon's face.
"You know," he said, "this is exactly what I wanted to do."
Evan extended his hand. "So, can I entrust this to you?"
Elyon smirked and shook it. "Of course. Let's make history."
As they shook hands, Evan tried to suppress his curiosity. He really wanted to ask—
Why do you love Mars so much?
But for now, he decided to let it go.
For now, the future of humanity was waiting.