Awakened Association - USA
The door burst open like a cannon shot.
"Chairman!" Grace’s heels clicked urgently across the hardwood as she barged in, tablet in hand. Her eyes were sharp, her breath short. "They’ve made the announcement!"
The Chairman didn’t turn his chair right away.
He stared out the glass wall of his office, watching the sun hang low over the horizon. Slowly, he leaned back, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
He perfectly knew just who Grace could be talking about. After all, it was he who set his secretary on Kaiden-watching duty. "...When?"
She angled her tablet to show him its screen, upon which a post could be read stating:
’Valhalla’s Sinners Announce Global Q&A Livestream About Bastet, the Sun-Kissed Pharaoh! - Starts in 60 Minutes!’
She then answered verbally, "A few seconds. They were chatting amicably with the twins in the bunker up until suddenly he decided it was time to act."
"He sure works fast... And likes to make his moves in random, unpredictable patterns like that devil woman..." he muttered.
His head throbbed with the beginnings of a migraine. He had just finished briefing Homeland Security, the Pentagon, and the Awakened Intelligence Bureau on Kaiden’s potential for systemic destabilization.
He wasn’t ready to deal with another explosion conducted by none other than Vespera’s devilspawn. And it wasn’t that damned twin-tailed chaos incarnate who was causing him trouble now. These days, Alice Ashborn was starting to look like a pure saint when placed next to her big brother.
"Activate the media counter-cycle. I want bodies in that stream. Every analyst, every intern, hell, throw in every off-duty cleaning lady into the mix as well."’
He rubbed his temple harder, groaning as the pressure built behind his eyes.
"I have a feeling those damned brats are going to pick questions thrown at them at random as they lack any sophisticated methods to choose otherwise. As such, our best bet to be noticed is to flood the stream. We must outnumber everyone else in that chat. We spam our queries until they can’t not see them. I don’t care how many eyes we need on it. We are getting our questions through."
...
Crimson Dynasty – China
Beijing, Secure State Facility
"340 million views," the Minister of Awakened Assets growled, reading the data aloud with narrowed eyes.
He turned the massive curved monitor toward the Supreme Overseer, an aging man with dark robes and a stare like a dying frog.
The Overseer did not react at first. He just clasped his hands behind his back, breathing slowly through his nose.
"So," he finally said, "this foreigner now controls the narrative..."
"The livestream begins in one hour," said another aide. "He will take questions on Bastet. In front of the entire planet."
Silence fell.
Then came the whisper:
"We should be the ones who hold the leash of the beastkin goddess."
The Overseer inhaled slowly. Then, finally, he spoke:
"Deploy the Red Data Spiders. I want chat bots, operatives, awakened typers... anyone who can flood that stream."


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