Chapter Twenty-Five
Victor thrust his fist into the air, pumping it with fervor as he yelled his opinion to everyone nearby whether they wanted to hear it or not. “Keep humanity pure!” he chanted. “Remember our roots. Remember our perfect form that is in harmony with nature.”
A dozen of his fellow protestors stood near him, chanting as well. Their drone circled them, recording their protest.
If the media abdicated their responsibility to relay important news about those doing their best to protect the sacred purity of humanity, individuals needed to take it upon themselves and pass that information along to the net.
A small crowd of curious people had gathered to watch them, many snickering and filming the protest as well.
Victor didn’t mind. They might think it was a joke, but all th
