One might tell, looking over the streets of the city, that this place was once so beautiful. Indeed, it even seems to have left a nice corpse for the insects to crawl in. The twisted iron and concrete of crumbling buildings covered in ivy create a sort of...depressing beauty in itself.
The sky is grey with stars. The only man-made light that can be seen is that of the a few fires in trashcans here and there, along with the headlights of black cars labeled "PK" on them.
An image is then projected against the skies, a cyan hologram of Ira Mankato's face. This is a nightly occurrence, one that greatly annoyed stargazers. However, it was a bad idea to complain about the "privilege" of seeing the Prophet's face plastered across the stars.
"Citizens of the GWC..." she starts. "Times for our people have been rough, but do not despair. You must hold on, and stay the course. These are merely the birth pains of a new age. Doubt is the tool of the Enemy. Trust in the great spirit of light, our liberator Prometheus. Do not listen to the false words that would lead you back into slavery of the divines." The voice carries on, rambling various philosophical points, giving instructions to citizens, stating recent events, the list goes on. The Prophet's voice had become a sort of white noise. It was like the sound of a clock ticking, it was only noticeable if you were trying to listen for it.
Deep underground, in an auditorium in a bunker, there sits members of the Yeshuite Coalition. They're going to preform an op, soon, and there's going to need to be briefing.
On top of the stage, there are 4 people wearing clothing similar to clergy outfits, on one knee. At least one of them appears to be an android.
Right now, people are heading to their seats, or talking to each other as they await people to give instructions for them to listen.
Lewis is quietly sitting in the front row, a little to the left of the center.