Division-A

Episode Thirty One. (July 2nd, 2123. Division-A, South District.)

'Destruction is inevitable, isn't it? That's all I've seen, all I have ever seen. Is destruction going to save us? From what- from more destruction? Destroy what? Destroy the city, destroy the infrastructure... destroy society, destroy our moral?

We ran away from destruction... what was that again; a storm... no, war. Why can't I remember this? Why doesn't anybody else question what is happening to us? Division-A is a city built on destruction, a safe haven for humanity... and yet, we're plagued with it.

A system of secrets. I think I know, I think they trust me... and yet I'm still left in the dark. I know infinitely more than anyone else, and yet I'm also the most clueless. That map, why wasn't Division-A there? Was it a printing error? Why was it in that cave? That mountain was infested with Compactors, is that where they're coming from... or is that just where they hide? It doesn't matter now... they destroyed it.

The pills I used to take were embedded with a sleep schedule, 10pm to 6am. Didn't Makina tell me that? No, she didn't. How did I know, did I always know? It's common knowledge, the only thing I know that others don't is that they're used to keep people out of the streets at night... because of Compactors. Are the pills even necessary anymore? The Compactors have started coming out during the day, they're getting desperate for food. Is that really it?

There's something happening in this city, something none of us know about. I feel it. Makina, Matoi... none of them know. Hetsu is the one in control, she's been around since the beginning of this city... the beginning... the beginning... one hundred years ago. What? How old am I? I'm seventeen. That dream, that light, what are those? How old am I? How old are we? How long have we been around? That's it, Hetsu knows. She's been around, some how. She has the answers. I will get them.'

Shattered glass decorated the sidewalks as windows were bashed in. Crowds of angry rioters flooded the streets, blocking traffic on the highway as they raided the businesses around them. A weapons and artillery shop sat evacuated as people pushed through the glass doors, chanting.

"There's no way in hell I'm going to let these corrupt bastards kill me off without a fighting chance!" A rioter shouted as he pulled an assault rifle off the wall.

"Yeah, yeah!"

Aggressive armed civilians came strutting out of the broken glass doors, fully equipped with weapons of all sorts. They stopped in their tracks, surprised to see the police arrive to the scene so promptly. The police had their arms outstretched over the hood of the wrecked cars on the highway, pointing their guns at the crowd of rioters when a man walked up.

"I wasn't expecting you cops to come so soon! Why are you so good at your job all of a sudden?" The man antagonized, getting cheers from the crowd behind him.

"Drop your weapon and hands in the air," the officer responded.

"Like hell," the man refused. "I'll drop 'em whenever I can rely on your lazy asses to protect me! I'm not going to be a victim of your games, and neither will any of these people!"

The crowd cheered again, lifting their fists and guns in the air.

"There is no game, sir," the officer assured. "The police department are citizens just like you, doing our best to protect Division-A. Now put your weapons down!"

"All you cops are just Hetsu's mindless dogs, eating any of the bullshit she tells you!" The man continued to rant on. "This city has gone to hell, quit acting like it hasn't!"

"Put your gun down!"

"This... is a revolution!" The man declared as he aimed his rifle at the officer in front of him. Within seconds, there was gunfire.