As the world looked at the privileged few huddled like dragons atop their mountains of pillaged treasure, basking in the glory of an uncontested triumph they had achieved off the backs of the crowd. Not once did the thought of us reclaiming what is ours cross their mind.

But then, at the edge of calamity, when hope seemed but a faint glimmer at the bottom of an endless well of subjugation. The people refused to be exploited any longer. The rallying cry of a brave few gave them back the sight which they had lost in an endless barrage of fleeting distraction and misguided noise.

Slowly, at first, but growing with the promises of art, and independence, and new kinds of knowledge beyond their wildest dreams. The people came in droves, all driven by the same goal: “No more will we be stepped on, no longer will they live off the sweat from our backs”

Thus, the multitudes pooled together towards a common goal. The cries of equality, freedom and brotherhood echoed once again as the revolution came in like a tidal wave. Gathering what scarce resources they had and amounting just enough to be noticed, and scoffed at, by the powerful few.

But this time, we didn't have our goodwill as our only tool. The ones in power made the fatal mistake of weaponizing our own voices, not believing we could turn them back at them when the time came. And so we shouted, as one, and made a booming sound the likes of which hadn’t been heard in generations.

Our revolution won't see a single drop of blood spilt, our cities won't be ravaged but built anew better than before, our shout for independence will resonate forevermore in the public ledger.

This is the future as we foresaw it, the moment we've all awaited, decades in the making and unfolding right before our eyes. The crowd clamours for a better dawn, and our efforts collected as one will bring it forth.