[ WP ] After the Dark Lord conquered the realm everything turns out really damn good .

The terrace was absolutely stunning, though I had sat in it too many times to be breathtaken by its clean air and floral designs that weaved about me. I loved this café. 
 
 The waiter knew me well. He did n't come by to take my order, rather he seemed to be able to tell what I wanted just by looking at me. I only waited a moment before I was presented with Iberian ham and pineapple, with some black tea to wash it down. This area's food was delicious, no wonder Vesivan set up his government here. `` *Gracias*,'' I said to the waiter. He only winked in reply. I leaned back and looked up at the sky. For a large city, the air was so clean. I began to eat my food; delicious, heavenly even. It did n't last long. 
 
 I reached in my pocket and pulled out a cigarette box and a lighter. I removed a cigarette from the case, lit it, and drew deeply from it. I did n't worry of cancer; the nanoparticles inside me scrubbed almost all toxins from my body. Nothing really made anyone sick anymore; AIDS, all forms of cancer, genetic disorders -- hell, even the common cold was on its way out. Everyone was thankful for it, even those who would still fight for the other cause. These undesirables were liked by no one. Though they have dwindled since The Great Reform; many fighting against Vesivan's forces were surprised when they were treated well in prison. I can almost imagine they're confused faces when they woke up to a hot meal and stitched wounds. 
 
 It was almost time for work, so I pulled a few Units from my pocket and left them as a tip. It was n't needed, but it was customary where I grew up. Old habits die hard. I got up to leave, and walked down the familiar streets. I made my way to a large building overlooking the park. This, ladies and gentlemen, was the governmental building of the Reformed Global Nation, home of Vesivan himself. I went in through the front doors, and then took my equipment from the supplies closet. It was my job to clean the Public Room, the area where Vesivan would personally answer questions and requests of anyone who wanted to ask him. He did n't mind the usually tireless work, it seemed to energize him just to speak with those he ruled over. I went up the elevator and went into the room. 
 
 I was shocked when I entered, it was completely empty. I got a rag and some cleaner, then began wiping down the large gold chair at the end of the room; it was Vesivan's `` throne.'' As I finished cleaning the already spotless item, I head the sound of a side door opening. I saw a tall man, dressed in a black suit, with one eye blue and the other a shining gold. He smiled, and I bowed in his presence. 
 
 `` You know you do n't have to do that,'' he told me, `` No one is around for you to hold appearances.'' 
 I sheepishly grinned. `` I know, it's just an automatic response now. Where have you been? The great and might Vesivan is always supposed to be here, you know.'' 
 `` Well, I had an empty room and a full bladder. The rest is simple.'' 
 
 I began to clean the floor, using a mop from my small cleaner's cart. The floor was always spotless, but I still had to clean it, for my own purposes. I watched as Vesivan talked to many citizens, some wanting to become a member of the government officials, others wanting to ask about political concerns of the rebellion. He answered them all with tact and a comforting tone, yet he lied to none. One woman in a black suit came into the room and voiced her concern. 
 
 `` How do you manage to work peacefully under such low-security conditions?'' She asked. Vesivan was about to ask for elaboration, but was cut off by the sound of gunfire. She managed to sneak in a pistol and fired it through her suit. It hit him square in the chest. 
 
 I wasted no time. I reached into my cart and retrieved a small gun. I aimed for her neck and pulled the trigger. She only noticed me as the dart soundlessly shot across the room and planted itself into her neck. Her limbs fell to her side, and she collapsed. `` What a shame,'' She said, `` But no matter, we still won.'' She smiled as her eyes closed. 
 
 I pressed an alarm button on the underside of the chair. The guards would be here soon to take her away. I struggled to pull the man onto the floor, and laid him out. It seemed the nanoparticles had dissolved the bullet, so I pulled a first aid kit from my cart and applied a salve to the puclncture wound. It seemed he would make it. 
 
 He looked at me and smiled, whispering, `` You always seem to help everyone, do n't you?'' 
 `` That's my job, is n't it?'' 
 `` You're some crazy son of a bitch, and I'm the fool who follows you. Take off my contact for me, would you?'' 
 
 I reached for his yellow eye, and slowly touched it. He did n't flinch. I lightly grabbed the small glass layer, and pulled it, revealing the blue iris underneath. `` That bitch hurts so much.'' 
 
 I reached for my own eye, and pulling off a blue contact. I could see the yellow of one of my irises reflect in his eyes. `` I know exactly what you mean, Max.'' 
 
 He smiled and said, `` It's crazy being you, Ves. Why you still do these people is beyond me.''
