In SEPIA tones
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Someone was walking down the street. How she got sick of this life in the eternal cage of Paramax. An eternal attempt to hide from these hypocrites. To maintain normality by actively taking advantage of anomalies, what fucking nonsense! It is hypocritical to destroy what you consider abnormal by cultivating the root of most abnormal problems! She, the person who helped the Factory develop in this new world, ended up defenseless! No one helped her! No one has hired her a lawyer! Everybody seemed to have forgotten about its existence!

- Scoundrels, hypocrites, traitors! Burn them all to the ground! A world of duplicitous idiots! Distorting! Crazy! Illogical! - A sweet voice sounded, full of anger and despair. No one will hear her in the dark alleys. Yes, even if they do, it will be a disgusting criminal who has sunk to the bottom of society, as she was lowered.

Most of the people she could turn to were disgusting. Insurgency, who tries to bring chaos and order together. MC&D, trying to sell this stuff, to which she attached her participation. Disgusting lovers of abstract equalization by the type of Manna and Wondertaiment did not interest her in principle. She didn't want to bring joy to what she hated with what she hated. Working for someone's government? Even more disgusting. Governments are the same gods, clumsy, useless, devouring parasites-leviathans, which are generated by people in search of salvation and unwillingness to take their fate into their own hands. She has lost luxury, power and money, and she will return them by grinding those who tried to erase her. And the rest of the boring and hateful worlds, too. She might have to start on her own…

- Greetings, Master Foreman. - rather calm voice sounded.
- I'm not interested in drugs. Wait a minute. How do you know my former position at the…
- Factory? They were my former partners. Let's be honest, they are monopolists in many areas, which I am extremely dissatisfied with. In any case, your analytical talent will be extremely useful to me.

When she looked at the stranger, she felt fear. Pure, unclouded, paralyzing fear. She wanted to get as far away from the stranger as possible. But she couldn't move a single muscle. But her mind was trying to resist. Logical analysis, attempts to distract herself, but all the time and time her mind returned to that irrational. Terrible. Unknown.

- U-us-useful?

- Oh, I see. You've finally met that parasite. The Foundation fought with him for so long, and in the end they lost. SEPIA was able to defeat him. But only for our corporate staff such sweet freedom is available. Every thing has its price. Especially freedom.

After that, the fear was replaced by pain. Hellish and unbearable, similar to what her subordinates felt at the Factory. But the stranger saw nothing on the face of his interlocutor, nothing but a smile.

- However, you like some of the things that the parasite provides. You like to hurt yourself and others. Physical, emotional, spiritual. You can adapt even to terrible things. That's why I'm here. You're the perfect candidate.

Someone smiled.

- And what is your organization? Judging by your words - are you the ones who are going against the abnormal current? Another remnant of GOC, like those stone-headed atheists?

- Incorrect. We are not at all one of those idiots who destroy what they don't like by creating a false Veil of Normality. We are not blind, we know about the existence of gods, although we do not believe in them. We just want to be free. Anomalies have made humanity slaves of gods and organizations that hide from people what they want to hide. Many earn money from the tumor of reality, some see it as the salvation of humanity, and many simply plunge into it, or try to destroy it with their own creations, continuing the eternal game. We're not like that. We see competitors in anomalies, and for the sake of profit, truly free market and free humanity, we will destroy the cancer of the universe with reality. We are a reaction. We are greed turned into progress. We are a world that is clean from the rot of the gods and their illogical world. And perhaps you will be at the helm of this organization. At the helm of the free world. With me.

In the eyes of the stranger flashed a lot of beautiful pictures for her. The suffering of all this abnormal rabble. Burning nexuses, explosions of secret organizations, the fall of the power of the halls of deities and kings of the shadow world. Oh yes, this is definitely her dream team. As she subordinated part of the Factory's capacity, so she will subordinate the capacity of this organization to her goals. Even if she is small, weak and defenseless, her intelligence and experience will make her a great weapon of her revenge. The sword of despair. The stranger extended her hand to her future partner.

- What can I call you, colleague?
Her new partner held out only a business card, and took the lady gallantly by the hand, smiling.
- You made the right choice. I didn't doubt you.

While the reality around her began to bend, and her body began to become heavy, she was able to see the business card she received.

Official SEPIA Business Card
Evan Keith
Chairman of Supreme Directorate

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