Getting A System In A Modern World

Silas stood in the center of his underground facility's command room, surrounded by holographic displays of financial data, surveillance footage, and classified communications.

The room was completely silent but the weight of the information before him made the air feel thick and oppressive.

The Black Hand had always been somewhat of an enigmatic entity in Silas's mind, a shadowy force pulling strings behind the scenes.

He had known they were powerful, ruthless, and deeply entrenched in global affairs. But as he stood there, the true scale of their influence unfurled before him, and it was far worse than he had ever imagined.

"This is insane," Silas muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

He had known they orchestrated pandemics and epidemics, spreading diseases to profit from pre-developed drugs, but the information in front of him went far beyond that.

It painted a picture of an organization that meticulously schemed not just against individuals or small groups but against entire nations—and in some cases, the entire world.

Silas swiped through the data, each file more damning than the last. If he had to describe it, it was like someone weaving a web so intricate, so sticky, that escape was impossible.

Their schemes were methodical, designed with precision, taking into account even the most minute details. And unlike petty criminals or even most global conspiracies, the Black Hand always ensured their plans concluded exactly as intended.

They didn't just manipulate governments; they engineered their rise and fall. They didn't just profiteer from crises; they created them. Every civil war, every market crash, every outbreak—it all tied back to them.

Silas couldn't help but shiver as he realized the depth of their control. The Black Hand didn't just thrive in chaos; they manufactured it.

His eyes narrowed as he focused on a cluster of data about civil wars. Many of the ongoing conflicts around the globe had been attributed to corrupt governments or regional disputes. And while that was partially true, the underlying cause was far more sinister.

"These governments aren't exactly innocent," Silas muttered as he scanned the files. "But most of them are just puppets."

The data confirmed his suspicion: corrupt officials were taking bribes from the Black Hand to destabilize their own countries.

The organization acted as a puppet master, pulling strings and ensuring that the chaos never ceased. They armed rebels, funded insurgencies, and ensured prolonged suffering—all while reaping the profits.

Silas initially thought about targeting the "tamer" schemes of the organization, but as he delved deeper, he realized there was nothing tame about the Black Hand.

Each file told a story of unfathomable greed, cruelty, and manipulation. They didn't just profit from the suffering of others—they ensured it continued.

"If the public ever got their hands on this," Silas murmured, "it would tear the world apart."

And he wanted that chaos. The world deserved to know the truth, no matter how destabilizing it might be.

"Luna," he said, his voice sharp with determination, "prioritize the most damning evidence. I want the kind of information that not only exposes their operations but forces the world to take notice. We'll start with their corporate activities."

{Understood. I will compile the information immediately,} Luna responded, her voice calm and efficient.

As Luna began pulling up detailed dossiers on the Black Hand's network of corporations, Silas returned to the files in front of him. A few in particular caught his eye, standing out amidst the sea of data.

"HEC, MDP, AAI," Silas muttered, his gaze narrowing.

He tapped the holographic icons for each file, and detailed documents appeared before him. These were the heart of the Black Hand's corporate operations.

The first document, HEC, detailed the deliberate destabilization of oil-producing regions.

The organization orchestrated conflicts and economic collapses in resource-rich countries, creating artificial scarcity to drive up prices. They then swept in with "rebuilding initiatives," gaining control of oil reserves at a fraction of their value.

The file was extensive, listing dozens of examples over the past decade. Each one was meticulously documented, from the methods used to destabilize governments to the astronomical profits reaped afterward.

"It's not just about money," Silas realized. "It's about control. They're monopolizing resources by ensuring these nations never recover."

His fingers curled into fists as he imagined the countless lives destroyed by these schemes.

Silas opened the next file, and his anger deepened. The organization's actions were outright genocidal. The company created artificial shortages of life-saving drugs, leading to preventable deaths in the thousands, sometimes millions. But that was only the beginning.

The document detailed how the organization engineered new viruses in controlled environments, developed cures for them in advance, and then released the viruses into the world.

When pandemics inevitably broke out, they sold the cures at exorbitant prices, profiting from the chaos they had created.

Out of morbid curiosity, Silas scrolled through the financial breakdown of the organization operations during the last pandemic.

"$45 trillion?" Silas's voice rose in shock. "What the fuck?! How?!"

The number was mind-boggling. Trillions of dollars made from a single global crisis. And yet, the document outlined plans for another pandemic—scheduled for release in 15 years.

"This isn't just greed," Silas muttered, his voice trembling with rage. "This is pure evil."

The last document detailed the Black Hand's role in global conflicts. The defence companies in the organization weren't just defense contractors; they are war profiteer on an unimaginable scale.

These companies armed both sides of every major conflict, ensuring wars dragged on indefinitely.

Silas scanned the names of countries, rebel groups, and governments, each linked to these companies supply chains.

The document even included chilling evidence of these companies deliberately sabotaging peace talks to keep their profits flowing.

By the time Silas finished reading, his hands were trembling—not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of his anger.

"They're not just fighting wars, yhey're manufacturing them," Silas said to himself.

Silas leaned back, exhaling deeply. The weight of the information was crushing, but he knew he couldn't falter. The world couldn't afford his hesitation.

"Luna," he said, his voice cold and resolute, "prepare to send this data to trusted journalists, independent media outlets, and activist groups worldwide. Use anonymous channels and ensure the data is untraceable. I want this to hit like a tidal wave."

{The data is ready for dissemination. Shall I proceed?} Luna asked.

Silas allowed himself a rare smirk. "Do it."

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