Two days after Impact Day.
From the upper floor of Autograph Tower, Chana Mehra stood behind reinforced glass, overlooking what remained of Jakarta. Fires still burned, but no longer wildly. Gunshots echoed, but sporadically. The screams had thinned out, replaced by something worse. Disorganized movement. People running without direction. Fighting without purpose.
Chaos was no longer emotional. It had become structural.
"If this continues," he said calmly, his fingers tightening around the handle of his cane, "systems will totally collapse."
Alex adjusted his glasses, eyes gleaming with curiosity rather than fear. "Systems? Sir, I think we've passed that stage. What you're seeing out there is humanity reverting to its default state."
"By turning feral? Like animals? Is that what you mean?"
"Indeed," the mad scientist chuckled softly.
