The Council of Five didn't rule by law; they ruled by wattage. In the subterranean metropolis of Nova Terra, power was the only currency that mattered. If you controlled the energy flow to a sector, you controlled the lives of every man, woman, and child within it.

I was the Broker. I didn't own a single engine, but I owned the secrets of those who did. I lived in the 'Neutral Zone,' a sliver of luxury between the five warring corporate territories.

The game was simple: keep the balance. If one corporation became too powerful, the others would unite to sabotage their grids. If the balance shifted too far, the city would descend into a blackout, and in the darkness, the 'Unpowered' would rise and tear everything down.

Then came the 'Proxima Dividend.'

The Central Registry announced that the Earth had finally entered the habitable zone of the new star. But there was a catch: the landing sites were limited. Only the top ten percent of the population—the 'Prime Citizens'—would be granted surface access. The rest would remain in the underground vaults as a maintenance class for the next century.

Suddenly, the game changed. It was no longer about wattage; it was about tickets.

I was hired by the Vane Corporation to secure the most tickets possible. My method was simple: I leaked a fake report to the rival houses, suggesting that the landing sites were actually toxic. While the other corporations scrambled to 'fix' the surface, Vane quietly bought up the voting rights of the lower sectors, securing a monopoly on the Prime slots.

It was a masterpiece of manipulation. I had played the Council like a finely tuned instrument.

But as I stood in the High Plaza, watching the first transport ships ascend toward the surface, I saw something that wasn't in the data.

The ships weren't landing. They were being incinerated.

The 'surface' was a wall of fire. The radiation levels were a thousand times higher than the reports had suggested. The 'Prime Citizens' weren't going to a paradise; they were being used as biological shields, their bodies absorbing the first wave of solar radiation to clear a path for the Council of Five, who were waiting in a separate, shielded ark.

I looked at the tickets in my hand—the tickets I had manipulated and stolen. I realized that in the game of power, the only way to truly win was to not be a player.

I walked to the main power terminal and, with a single, decisive keystroke, I shut down the grids for all five sectors. As the city plunged into a total, absolute darkness, I heard the screams of the elite and the cheers of the poor. For the first time in a century, everyone was equal in the dark.

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