Equality is nothing but an illusion in the minds of the simple-minded; it's impossible for one to ever truly equal one, or two to equal two — these are just theoretical notions. Don't be a fool; reality doesn't work that way.
Look at the world today. They always say the progress humanity has achieved has filled the world with justice. That's true — but only for the unjust.
Wrong others more, profit more. Work with integrity? Why would you even bother working in the first place? Just sit back and forget everything. You were created to be a toy someone else enjoys playing with, all while believing it's you who's doing the playing.
And once you realize you're nothing but a piece of junk, a broken toy, what do you expect will happen to you? You'll be discarded, or set aside to become nothing more than a silent relic, a witness that can't speak.
The scene Black was watching was exactly like that — a scene that stirred up his eternal question within him: why do people do this? What drives humans to do things that bring them harm? Are they simply unable to understand? Don't they want peace? Why do they keep playing the game this way, so filthy and corrupt? Haven't they suffered enough to know they should stop playing like this? Or am I the one who's different, different enough that I simply can't understand? But I keep trying, and I still haven't succeeded. If I keep trying, will I end up just like them? But I'm trying to play the right way — should I stop playing altogether? But wouldn't I lose then? So isn't it just as wrong to give up, like the victims of cheaters who never learned how to play the right way — and like the cheaters themselves?
But the cheaters — will these people really win in the end?
People like this bald cheater, Frankiroa Bartara Laportes, standing up there on stage.
A billionaire who owned famous tech companies, also well known for collecting artifacts and antiquities. Several accusations had been made against him, but evidence never seemed to surface. Even Black, who could access the most confidential information in existence, found nothing more than the kind of minor evidence any wealthy person tends to leave behind — some money laundering here, a planned killing there. There was, in fact, plenty of evidence other parties held against him, but Black knew there was other information that had been meticulously hidden, and there was a strong chance those other parties were involved in the concealment themselves.
It seemed the cheaters were all playing some absurd game with one another, behind closed doors. Black longed to understand what drove them to play in such a filthy way — the very way that had brought the world to the miserable state it was in now. He still didn't know that motive.
But this was precisely what determined the role he had to play in this game. He had to become the seeker of truth.
And to play that role well, he needed to look into the eyes of the bald man standing on stage.
The opportunity presented itself to Black — the bald man's eyes were clearly visible to him, and he confirmed there were no contact lenses or anything else that would cancel out his ability. Still, Black didn't take off his glasses. His information told him there was a special opportunity coming his way within a few minutes, so he kept watching for the details he was waiting for, details known to only a handful of people.
"My friends, I'd like to announce the start of the celebration, which we'll close with an announcement everyone has been waiting for. I know your patience is thin, so let the show begin."
After that, the visual displays and music began, blending seamlessly with the nature of the museum and its artifacts.
Elsewhere, someone stood in front of a mirror. Seriousness showed on his face as he adjusted his tie and his clothing, which carried the style of the eighteenth century. Once he finished arranging his outfit, he took a deep breath, then put on a foolish jester's mask, and whispered:
"Let's light this show on fire."
He then stepped out of the room to find three people waiting for him, each wearing an advanced suit of a distinct design.
One of them greeted him, saying:
"You're always late when you're putting on that dress of yours, cave-man. Do you really have to dress like this?"
Johann replied:
"Have you forgotten, orphan-maker, the basic principles of our organization? If you have, let me remind you — the goal of our organization is to make the world understand that every human being has the right to leave their own mark on the world. And I believe elegance never dies. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Well, it's not me who has a problem — sounds like you're the one who does. You have the nerve to call me orphan-maker? Have you forgotten we're the majority, and soon people like you will simply cease to exist?"
"Blah blah blah, empty talk. Let's just enjoy this mission of ours — we're all dying to get started, aren't we, John, Darwin?"
"I'll die from the waiting."
"Yeah, me too."
"So, is everyone ready? The plane's reached the right spot for the jump."
Then the plane's doors opened, and Johann was about to jump, but before he did, he said:
"Come on, let's have some fun, guys, and wake the world up."
Then he jumped, and the others followed after him, smiles spreading across their faces, hidden beneath their masks.
At that same moment, something strange happened to the show underway at the museum. The image and the display suddenly shifted to a man in a suit and mask, appearing to be falling through the air. The music stopped, and Johann's voice spoke:
"Hello, world. Did you miss us?"
Chaos broke out at the museum, and across the entire world, from this sudden broadcast.
"What, are you surprised? Did you really think there'd be a boring event like this and we wouldn't show up to turn it into a masterpiece?"
Suddenly, the museum's glass ceiling burst open, and four figures came dropping down through it.
They descended using fiery jets and parts of their suits, their appearance striking and imposing.
"Come on, let's begin the history lesson."