Life of the abnormality

Lone Prairie Estate, Lil Odessa Texas.

Mary's glass was still filled with water on one hand and her phone on the other. As far as she knew, based mostly on internet research, the alien invasion was not as harsh as expected, she could remember the last time they were here when she was a mere decade old. If not for that last time, she'd be angry and confused. She'd be complaining online to people, looking for blogs and forums and communities of people who thought exactly what she thought. That wasn't the case, fortunately. Mary had spent enough time contemplating the last time to realize that life was unfair, and that the human race was just unlucky so talent was neccessary to hopefully make it again like last time. Did humanity have the skills for it who knows.

Just thinking about all these things was enough to make her lose the motivation to continue thinking about these issues. Mary sighed and removed herself from the balcony. She slowly drank her water, Mary found herself staring outside her window from the kitchen. Her house was on a hill ( Perched on the rolling hills just north of the city, Lone Prairie Estate, offers panoramic views of the Guadalupe River, the surrounding plains, and the city skyline of Lil' Odessa. The elevated location ensures that every mansion has a breathtaking view of the Texas landscape, including unforgettable sunsets over the plains. because this was worth it amongst people within her tax bracket) While Lone Prairie Estate is removed from the hustle and bustle of the main city, it is only a 15-20 minute drive to the heart of Lil' Odessa. Residents enjoy the perfect combination of seclusion and accessibility to high-end shopping districts, gourmet restaurants, and cultural venues.

Mary was just trying to enjoying the little things and not worry about things she couldn't control.

Just as the young woman was admiring the scenes, her cellphone rang in the livingroom where she had tossed it on the couch. If she had brought it with her to the kitchen, she wouldn't be rushing back to catch the call. One thing she had learned from her mother in this industry was to avoid letting her voicemail if it was important. People were busy, and not everyone could return phone calls right away or in the following days, especially managers, agents, publicists, etc. People also had no patience. If you didn't answer, they'd move on right away.

Obviously, Mary had a manager who handled all of that, but she knew people would still try to contact her personally if it was very important. Besides, the next few months were going to be busy for her, just like they were before her unexpected hiatus. She would get calls from producers, her manager, her publicist, pretty much the whole world while she planned her comeback.

A comeback to acting, after four months possibly plus of a forced break. Was it even possible for her? With how the entertainment world moved, was it possible for her to come back with acting and conquer the viewership charts again? Was her career over, should she focus on music or just settle on directing movies and TV shows? Maybe.

She had had a very nice career these past years. Success had been almost instant after she'd played the main character in chasing the secret garden. Mary saw her life drastically change overnight, going from a above average child to a movie star. She watched as her movies received unbelievable viewership and broke records. Then she had had the opportunity to show her singing skills, becoming a somewhat praised singer and of now she's working on being on praised screenwriter and director. After enjoying four months of vacation, mary was ready to begin the next phase of her life. Free from the oppressive managers, she could dive into music to expresse herself and her personality.

Mary grabbed her phone, expecting to be answering her manager. But to her surprise, the number wasn't the one of her manager praising her for finally chosing to focus on music. It was Ripley Ryan's number. She was actually returning her call. Mary had called on a whim, after feeling bored while planning her new comeback. Plus, Mary had called around three hours ago and left a voicemail. She didn't think Ripley would answer her so quickly.

Hello?" Mary said as she answered the phone. Damn, the conversation hadn't started but she was already smiling and excited.

Mary?" Ryan' s voice was surprised, shocked. It sounded slightly deeper, and Mary wondered if that slight change in voice tone had affected Tori's singing voice too.

"Ryan! Thanks for calling me back so quickly."

" How on earth did you get my number?"

How exquisitely courteous.

Mary sighed. "I asked Gwen, who then put me in contact with your mom, who then gave me your number. How's it going, how are you?"

There was silence. Mary could only begin to imagine what Ripley was thinking right about now. It could be anything. Ripley could even hang up the phone and block her number.

"I'm good… I'm really good."

"Great!"

Ripley's voice sounded hesitant, and there was nervous laughter on the other side of the line.

"Is there a reason why you decided to call me?" Ripley asked.

"Yes, actually. I want to see you. When are you free?"

"Um… Today might be best, if that's okay with you."

"That's awesome! I'm texting you an address, see you in two hours."

Ripley agreed. After the usual polite goodbyes, they both hung up the phone. Mary climbed the stairs to her bathroom to shower and change.

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Ripley regretted telling the driver to continue errands, she was already at the place Mary had asked her to go to. She had expected Mary to text her the address of a fast food place, a restaurant, or any place that wasn't creepy. But of course, that wasn't Mary enough. Mary was creepy. Mary was scary. Mary was beautifully mysterious and terrifying. Therefore, it was on brand for Mary to ask to see her in the parking lot of an abandoned mall. There was absolutely nothing here except for a few empty parked cars. And Ripley was alone with no car, at the mercy of the world and the unknown. Great.

Mary waited fifteen minutes, quickly scrolling through Mary's jane Watson's social media (Myspace). Aside from the usual pictures and posts that were normal for a celebrity like Mary, there was nothing. No mention of future projects, no new music, no endorsements. Just articles about her getting a new management team and the fans begging for new music to listen to. Riply couldn't squash the jealousy that took over her every time a fan proclaimed love or begged for a new song in the comment section. This should be happening to her, as well if she had listened to Mary.

There were days where Ripley wondered if things would've been different if she had agreed to audition along with Mary and Bel Cummings, if only she had listened let him do his thing even if it meant acting like a completely different person and getting criticized or despised by people she cared about. Looking at Mary and seeing all the success the woman had told her it would've been a smart choice.

Looking up, Ripley saw a car park near her in the parking lot. A average height woman stepped out of the car, wearing a leather jacket and combat boots. That was Mary for sure. And she looked as good there as she did on her social media. Mary had well kept dark red Auburn hair dyed black at the tips, which complimented her pale/fair complexion. Even after all these years, Mary preferred dark colours for her makeup and Ripley admitted she looked beautiful.

"You been waiting for a bit, then?" Mary asked, perching on the hood of her car.

Mary looked around the empty parking lot. Ripley was alone and there was nothing around her. She couldn't see a car anywhere near the young woman.

"I'd only been here a few minutes." Ripley answered, forcing a smile. Ripley wasn't sure what to do, what to think. This was real. This was happening.

"Did you walk here or…"

"Took the car. You know, I'm not exactly better for the environment type of girl."

That's cute of you. Ripley Ryan, never expected you to change to quickly." Mary figured sarcasm was better than asking all the more questions she had. Besides, she was here for business, not simply to catch up on her life. "Hopefully you managed to get your driver's licence without hitting anyone."

That had meant to be a joke, to lighten up the atmosphere a little. Mary noticed Ripley was incredibly tense, gripping her bag to the point where it looked ready to break. Ripley barely laughed at that, however, and that somehow got Mary worried.

"So, why the creepy parking lot?" Ripley asked.

Mary looked around. She didn't find this place creepy. It was empty, isolated. Perfect to do anything without being seen by paparazzi. If there was one thing that she hated about her current life, it was those hyenas. As much as she understood they had to make a living, she had to live, and it would be nice to be able to go grocery shopping without covering herself from head to toe. Always having to look over her shoulder for a camera did do wonders for her sleep sometimes.

"I needed to talk to you. And I didn't want anyone to see or hear us." Mary shrugged. "How are you getting home?"

"I'll call the driver." Ripley stood in front of Mary, looking around. This looked like the place where people made drug deals or solicited a prostitute general shady things. This wasn't the place to catch up with an old friend or do any kind of honest business. "Anyway, what's that big thing you couldn't say over the phone?"

Instead of answering her, Mary jumped off the hood of the car, walking back towards the back of the driver's side of her car. "Where do you live? I'll give you a ride home."

"So, you're just going to avoid answering me?

Ripley was getting frustrated. The car ride to get here had taken over 7 hours from Austin Texas, in the heat and she was in the car for so long, she had started hallucinating an awful smell of people packed like sardines. She wasn't going to continue with this conversation if Mary was simply going to mess with her like that.

Mary leaned against her car, staring at Ripley. Five years ago, Mary would've reluctantly admitted that Ripley had been a cute girl. Today, the young teen was damn beautiful. She looked simply ravishing in her jeans and T-shirt. Her long blonde hair flew with the light wind, her eyes were soft to look at.

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Pepper almost screamed but someone pressed their hand firmly across her mouth, stifling the sound. Through the sweat and dirt that covered all of them, she smelled Happy's familiar scent.

On the other side of the room, Tony lifted his head, stopping for a moment, towel still in his hand. His eyes searched the space then glanced upwards as if expecting any possible noise to come from overheard. He resumed drying his hair, which stuck out in every direction the way it always did.

"Bring the schematics over to the main display," he spoke up. Pepper wasn't sure what she had expected but he sounded the same, the very same. The arc reactor still shone in his chest. His body might have been thinner and paler, new scars here and there, his face shaven and hair shorter, but it was unmistakably him, truly him…

Tony stepped over to a bigger display which showed something that may have been an Iron Man upgrade. She didn't care. The man she had loved and known for so many years the man she had lost so suddenly was right there and she could almost reach out and touch him!

The others seemed as shocked as she was, staring, wide-eyed and disbelieving.

"Integration is still problematic," Tony mused, cocking his head, holding his chin for a moment in a familiar, thoughtful look, fingers tapping restlessly. Soon enough he moved on, hanging the towel to dry on a robotic arm he used to have help him with the suit. He walked over to the wall, opening a cupboard and pulling out a pair of pants, sliding them on and then took a shirt from another shelf. For a moment he just held it in his hands then brought it to his face and inhaled, eyes closing briefly.

A shuffling sound came from the direction of the stairs and Pepper craned her neck. Two Chitauri appeared, coming down from the main floor, entering through the doorway where there was no transparent wall anymore. Tony whirled to meet them and Pepper noticed something strange on his neck, disappearing under the shirt he was wearing. The Chitauri were making noises, gesturing, and Tony's body tensed. There were no human words involved but some kind of communication seemed to be passing between them.

Tony then gestured towards the stairs and one of the Chitauri stepped forward, reaching for him.

Something dropped from the ceiling and slammed the Chitauri down to the floor, hard, pinning it there. The attacker looked almost like a mecha, only much smaller. Its sleek black body was still as the Chitauri wriggled and eventually crawled away towards the stairs and the two of them left hurriedly.

"That is it," Thor whispered. "The miniature mecha I battled."

Hope shone in his blue eyes and Pepper wondered if he thought to find his brother here.

Another earthquake seemed to shake the building and Tony's shoulders heaved, then he turned towards them. "Shut down for now, J.A.R.V.I.S."

"Of course, sir." The displays all flickered off and the room went quiet.

The small mecha straightened up and moved towards Tony, standing behind him like a silent guardian. Where it had left the ceiling was a hole, possibly leading to the upper floor. Pepper hadn't even noticed but she didn't blame herself, for she could hardly take her eyes off Tony, wanting to stop hiding, to greet him, to ask how he was here, alive.

Tony closed his eyes and inhaled deep and slow, a slight smile appearing on his lips. "You should stop wearing perfume when the world's ending, Pepper," he suddenly spoke up, lifted his head and looked towards the pile of rubble they had chosen as their hiding place.

Pepper looked at the others then waited no longer. Several hands grabbed for her but she pushed forward, climbing over the broken concrete and metal, finally able to see him properly, standing there. Tears filled her eyes, joy bursting painfully in her chest and Tony just looked at her, face closed off.

"Tony," she whispered, rushing to him, touching him. His skin was warm, so warm, and she reached up to kiss him.

His lips responded briefly before he pushed her away, hard. She stood there, dismayed, hearing the others come closer, revealing themselves.

"How are you here, my friend?" Thor asked.

"We saw you…" Steve started uncertainly.

Tony's face hardened visibly. Behind him the mecha shifted and Thor lifted his hammer, growling.

"I have others things to deal with, so let this be a warning," Tony started. "The next time we meet, I will destroy all of you."

"What?" Bruce stammered. "Tony, what's wrong?"

(This is a recap of the things that you missed a lot of behind the scenes and when Thor calls loki his brother his referring to Loki being his blood brother it's when men swear to protect each other through blood pact and if loki calls Odin dad his just being weird but I wonder why does thor hold back he should destroy the chitauri)

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Russia has frankly reduced the military size everywhere, the ground forces were drastically reduced to 700,000 active Personnel with an additional 900,000 reserve. As part of the army. The navy was untouched, Russia currently possesses the world's largest navy still but the Russian Air Force is currently shrinking to become the world's second largest. By the beginning of 2008 at least that's the plan.

Unlike Russia who was decreasing their military size almost everywhere, north Korea was different didn't do anything of that sort, the 8th most powerful armed forces in the world. So we look at the numbers first north Korea had small size of 192,864 square kilometers is about approximately 74,434 square miles. With a population of ~56.7 million north Koreans with GDP of 60.3 billion dollars.

Current Military budget~13.27 billion dollars 

(about 22% of GDP)

The Current Active Military Personnel~ 2,832,000 million

Current Reserve Personnel ~ 1,416,000 million

North Korea maintains a large paramilitary force, including the Worker-Peasant Red Guards and the Korean People's Internal Security Forces.

Current Paramilitary Personnel components is the worker-peasent red guards and internal security forces.

Worker-Peasant Red Guards

 Current ~ 11,550,000 million.

Korean People's Internal Security Forces ~

1,155,000 million

Land Systems/Tanks~ 15,000 

Armored Fighting Vehicles (AFVs) ~6,800 

Self-Propelled Artillery~10,568

Towed Artillery~9,345

Muc ltiple Launch Rocket Systems (MLRS)~ 6,400 

 Air Force/Total Aircraft~2,050

Fighter Jets~ 970

Attack Aircraft~215

Transport Aircraft~65

Helicopters~ 430

Unmanned Aerial Vehicles (UAVs)~108

Navy/Total Naval Vessels~925

Submarines ~150 

Frigates~ 13

Corvettes ~43

Patrol Vessels ~645

Amphibious Ship ~54

Strategic and Ballistic Missile Forces

Ballistic Missiles 

Short-range (SRBM)~ 430

Medium-range (MRBM) ~215

Intermediate-range (IRBM) ~108

Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles (ICBM)~ 65

North Korea maintains a robust CBRN program, primarily focusing on chemical and biological weapons.

Chemical Weapons Stockpile: Estimated to increase from zero to 65 in parallel with overall military capabilities.

So technically north Korea doesn't have nuclear weapons yet but by 2006 north first underground nuclear test is planned to be done and, is planned to reach an overall of 65 ICBM by 2016 so the 65 represents the projected number needed to be reached but the other figures are the representations of on ground capabilities.

Biological Weapons Development: Likely expanded, with increased investment in research and production facilities.

Cyber and Electronic Warfare. North Korea places a significant focus on cyber and electronic warfare capabilities, often using them as a force multiplier.

Cyber Warfare Units ~15,050

Special Forces~ 387,000

North Korea's special forces are highly trained and play a significant role in its military strategy, focusing on asymmetrical warfare, infiltration, and guerrilla tactics.

North Korea is performing exceptionally well against an alien invasion. This could be due to several factors that create an illusion of North Korea's capabilities without direct evidence of external assistance.

North Korea has a long history of preparing for unconventional warfare. They have developed tactics that utilize the rugged terrain of the Korean Peninsula to their advantage. These tactics, refined over decades, could prove effective against alien forces unfamiliar with the geography and guerrilla strategies.

North Korea is known for its extensive network of underground bunkers and facilities, which could provide significant defensive advantages against alien attacks. These subterranean infrastructures would protect key military assets and personnel, making it difficult for aliens to achieve a quick victory.

 North Korea has developed a formidable cyber warfare capability over the years. In a scenario where aliens rely on advanced technology, North Korea could potentially disrupt alien communications and operations through sophisticated cyber attacks or electronic warfare techniques.

North Korea's ideology of self-reliance, or "Juche," emphasizes independence in all aspects, including military production and strategy. This philosophy would drive them to innovate with whatever resources they have, potentially allowing them to adapt quickly to alien tactics and technology.

The North Korean regime's tight control over information and its people could maintain high morale and a unified front. Propaganda could be used to paint the invasion as a final battle for survival, motivating the population and military to fight tenaciously against the aliens.

Despite official denials, there are several signs that suggest Russia is covertly supporting North Korea in this defense against the aliens. These signs, while not definitive proof, is a hint at a complex, covert operation designed to bypass international scrutiny.

 North Korean forces suddenly be seen using advanced military equipment that closely resembles Russian technology. For example, tanks, missile systems, and aircraft with design features or components nearly identical to Russian models have appear on the battlefield. The argument Is made that these are domestic developments, but experts could notice telltale signs of Russian influence.

The sustained ability of North Korea to resist alien forces has been attributed to a seemingly inexhaustible supply of ammunition and military supplies. Analysts might note that the caliber and specifications of these supplies closely match those used by Russian forces, suggesting covert transfers.

Mutant Forces There was reports of North Korean soldiers with enhanced abilities and resilience, leading to speculation about genetic experimentation or biological enhancement programs. If these mutants exhibit traits or abilities similar to Russian bio-enhancement projects rumored to exist in classified intelligence, it would further fuel suspicions.

North Korea has demonstrated advancements in biotechnology and medicine that appear out of step with their known scientific capabilities. Analysts could trace these advancements back to Russian research, noting similarities in methodology or technology that suggest a clandestine exchange of knowledge.

 Despite international sanctions, North Korea show signs of unexpected industrial growth. This has been evidenced by an increase in the production of military hardware or the construction of new factories that produce goods essential for wartime efforts. Observers might find it curious that these developments align with Russian industrial practices and techniques, hinting at covert Russian support.

North Korea's ability to sustain prolonged military operations would typically require substantial energy resources. there are reports of North Korea accessing energy supplies similar to Russian outputs, and the logistics of their operations resemble Russian military supply chain management, it has suggested covert assistance.

Given Russia's vast territory and ethnically diverse population, it is plausible that scientists or military advisors of Asian descent maybe have been dispatched to North Korea to avoid raising suspicion. These individuals will blend in with North Korean personnel, making it harder to identify them as foreigners.

These scientists and advisors maybe are providing North Korea with critical technological expertise and strategic guidance, helping them enhance their defensive capabilities against the alien threat. The alignment of North Korean tactics with supposed known Russian military doctrines it was just similar you can't make an argument of covert support.

 It was done well and, it would not be suspected that Russia was covertly supporting North Korea during the alien invasion, if they were discovered there would be significant geopolitical implications.

 On the one hand, this situation could push North Korea and Russia closer together, forming a more explicit alliance. Other countries facing alien invasions might also seek to align with Russia and North Korea, hoping to benefit from their expertise and resources.

 Countries in Asia, particularly South Korea and Japan, would be highly concerned about the implications of a stronger, better-equipped North Korea. They might push for increased military spending or closer cooperation with Western allies to counter the perceived threat.

The situation could lead to a realignment of regional alliances. China, for example, might have to reconsider its stance toward North Korea and Russia, weighing the benefits of supporting its neighbor against the risks of alienating Western trading partners.

Since Russia where covertly supporting North Korea covertly during tne alien invasion, it needed to employ several operational tactics to maintain plausible deniability.

 Russia had ensured that any military equipment sent to North Korea lacks identifying marks or features that could be traced back to Russian manufacturers. This involved producing equipment that is visually similar to older North Korean or Soviet-era designs.

To further obscure the origin of the support, Russia also used third-party countries/ private entities to transfer military aid. These intermediaries have acted as a buffer, making it harder for international observers to trace the equipment back to Russia directly.

 Russian military advisors and scientists have operated out of remote locations in North Korea, away from prying eyes. They have also used false identities/work undercover as part of humanitarian/scientific missions, masking their true purpose.

To avoid detection, Russia has likely enforced strict communication protocols, minimizing digital correspondence and relying on secure, encrypted channels. They might also use outdated technologies that are less susceptible to modern surveillance techniques.

Both Russia and North Korea would need to engage in extensive denial and propaganda efforts to maintain the illusion of North Korea's independent success.

Russian and North Korean officials would consistently deny any cooperation, sticking to a narrative that North Korea is acting independently. This would be reinforced by controlled media coverage and official statements that emphasize North Korea's self-reliance and military ingenuity.

North Korean state media has focused on stories that highlight domestic innovation and success, portraying their military achievements as a result of North Korean ingenuity and determination.

 The propaganda has also focused on building a narrative of unity and resilience, framing the alien invasion as a test of national character and strength. This serves to galvanize the population and maintain morale, even in the face of overwhelming odds.

Despite the numerous signs suggesting Russian involvement, the lack of direct evidence would make it difficult to prove conclusively. This ambiguity allow Russia and North Korea to continue their cooperation without facing immediate consequences.

Intelligence agencies might gather bits and pieces of evidence suggesting Russian involvement, but these pieces would likely be inconclusive on their own. This could include satellite images of unusual activity, intercepted communications with ambiguous content, or reports from defectors that are difficult to verify.

Both Russia and North Korea have engaged in deliberate obfuscation efforts, planting false leads and conducting operations designed to confuse and mislead foreign intelligence agencies. This could involve staged equipment transfers or controlled leaks that point in multiple directions, making it harder to form a clear picture.

 Jong Min-su's. Rank Chwa-jang (equivalent to Colonel, high-ranking field officer) 

He is 42 and, head of the Korean People's Army (Mutant and Biological Warfare Division) Specialising in Super-soldier programs, military engineering, mutant warfare.

Has two children one Son (early twenties), one Daughter (early teens) 

Active in front-line combat and field operations.

He is 6'2, 250 lbs, augmented with superhuman strength, agility, reflexes, and durability 

His personality: Stoic, disciplined, with unwavering loyalty to the Supreme Leader, yet maintains a deep sense of responsibility for his troops and children. He is known for combining strategic brilliance with unparalleled physical prowess. 

As North Korea's version of a super-soldier, he was developed through a classified genetic augmentation program similar to the Red Guardian/ Captain China . His role is both a combat leader and a key figure in the advancement of mutant warfare within the regime.

Jong's engineering background makes him interesting among North Korea's military leadership. He isn't just a strategist; he's also a hands-on technician capable of designing and building advanced military technologies. Some of his notable engineering accomplishments include:

Jong played a pivotal role in developing North Korea's experimental weapons, many of which are powered by advanced energy sources and utilize the latest in mutant-enhanced technologies.

Jong has designed some of the most secure and efficient front-line defense systems. His systems combine traditional heavy fortifications with adaptive technologies that allow for the rapid deployment of mutant soldiers and the restructuring of defensive lines.

 As the head of North Korea's Mutant and Biological Warfare Division, Jong oversees the deployment of mutant soldiers genetically modified warriors designed to overwhelm conventional forces with sheer brutality and unpredictability. His mutants are bred to be stronger, faster, and more resilient than regular troops, but they are highly unstable, requiring constant control and conditioning. Jong himself acts as a field commander for these mutants, ensuring they operate efficiently and don't spiral into chaos.

Jong's command over North Korea's mutant division puts him at the forefront of the country's most secretive and dangerous military program. The division consists of several battalions of mutant soldiers, each uniquely designed for different combat scenarios. While the mutant soldiers possess incredible strength and endurance, they still possess the finesse and discipline of regular troops, making Jong's leadership critical to their success.

Each mutant is fitted with bio-feedback devices designed by jong himself. These devices help monitor their vitals, their internal chemical tendencies and ensure they remain battle effective and, remind useful to the regime. Jong's engineering skills are critical to insure that mutants remain useful in maintaining capabilities and overall cohesion in the division.

Kang's military career is marked by numerous successful campaigns, where his unique blend of combat prowess and engineering ingenuity has turned the tide in favor of North Korea. Some of his most notable achievements include:

Operation Night Fury: A joint North Korean and Russian operation in the harsh mountains of Sin-Cong, where Jong led an elite squad of mutants to infiltrate and destroy an underground Terrorists base. His quick thinking and ability to adapt the terrain's natural resources into battlefield advantages allowed the mission to succeed despite overwhelming odds.

The Brief Clash was a 12 hours large-scale invasion of South Aqiria fighting the Aqirian Equality Initiative a pro gay and, anti Islam terrorist organization, Jong's mutant division played a critical role in neutralizing heavily fortified enemy positions. His mutant soldiers were able to break through lines against non conventional forces, all while Jong personally led the charge into the heart of enemy defenses.

Russians had force 2,463 thousand while the north koreans had 1,000 forces and Aqirian had 9,463 forces with 96 tanks against a force of 156,000 with over 1,000 or so tank. 

Well it was the Soviet union but same difference right.

During this alien invasion, Jong's engineering skills were put to the test as he coordinated the rapid fortification of the capital and all other points of contact that the chitauri engaged. His mutant division swiftly quashed the initial chitauri invasion, demonstrating their effectiveness in urban combat environments.

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This alien invasion has brought complete lunacy in terms of conspiracy theories.

 The "Moon Conspiracy" Theory: The Truth About Steve Rogers.

In the public mind, Steve Rogers aka Captain America was a heroic figure who allegedly disappeared during World War II, only to be rediscovered frozen in ice for fifty five years. This is the story the public has been fed. But as with many things related to government entities like S.H.I.E.L.D. and covert operations, the "official narrative" often contains more fiction than fact. Many conspiracy theorists and political analysts have started to piece together a different version of events, one that could shatter the simplistic narrative of Rogers being a patriot frozen in time.

There is an increasing body of speculation that Captain America was never actually frozen in the Arctic ice for all those years. Instead, the conspiracy theory suggests that Rogers has been secretly alive, his reemergence carefully coordinated by shadowy entities who have been pulling the strings of global events. Even more startling, some claim that during those years, Rogers wasn't anywhere on Earth at all but stationed on the Moon, involved in covert operations that could explain much of the turbulence of the modern era, including alien invasions, rogue A.I. and, even deep-state global domination plots.

This is the "Moon Conspiracy."

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The Staged Freezing: Where Was Steve Really?

The first major red flag in the official Captain America story is the supposed freezing incident itself. Let's break down the inconsistencies:

How could he have survived? Many experts have pointed out the logistical improbability of a human being, even one enhanced by the Super Soldier Serum, surviving in a block of ice for fifty five years. The serum supposedly prevented Rogers from aging, but it's hard to believe that even such advanced science would allow someone to survive for decades in a cryogenic state without any ill effects. Cryogenic preservation of the human body is still largely theoretical today, and the technology to achieve such a feat did not exist during WWII. So how did it happen? Why wasn't his body damaged or deteriorated?

Why was he found so conveniently? Rogers was "discovered" by S.H.I.E.L.D. right around the time global instability was ramping up. Alien forces like Loki, Hydra's resurgence, and the rediscovery of Zola all coincided with Rogers' return. Was this truly a coincidence? Or was his return carefully planned to coincide with an agenda that had been in the works for years? Some theorists argue that Steve's reappearance was no accident. He was hidden away, perhaps by secret government organizations or extraterrestrial allies, until his return could serve a greater purpose.

This opens the door to a new question: Where was Steve Rogers *really* during those decades?

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 The "Moon Base" Theory.

A growing number of conspiracy theorists believe that Steve Rogers spent those lost decades not in ice, but on the Moon, working as part of a classified project. 

 Key Evidence Supporting the Moon Base Theory.

The Shield Satellite Program: NASA and S.H.I.E.L.D. have long been associated with joint space programs under the guise of scientific exploration. But it is well known among conspiracy theorists that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s budget is bloated with black projects and unaccounted spending, much of which is funneled into extra-terrestrial exploration. One specific project often mentioned is the "Shield Satellite Program" a covert military project aimed at establishing permanent structures on both the Earth and Moon's orbits. What if these operations included a lunar base?

Mysterious Moon Landings: Since the official Apollo missions, there have been unreported and secret missions to the Moon. Many believe that the public space race was simply a cover for military operations, designed to develop permanent facilities on the lunar surface. Was Captain America part of a top-secret S.H.I.E.L.D. mission? If Rogers was indeed stationed on the Moon, it would explain how he could have remained hidden for so long while remaining active.

Witness Accounts: Several high-ranking insiders and former S.H.I.E.L.D. agents (who have chosen to remain anonymous) have hinted at the existence of a lunar base known as "Operation Twilight." This lunar base was said to be a strategic defense outpost, monitoring not only Earth but also potential extraterrestrial threats. One of these whistleblowers even mentioned a "patriot in blue" stationed at the base a veiled reference to Rogers? Perhaps.

"Rogers' Peculiar Adaptability to Modern Technology: When Steve Rogers reappeared, one of the most remarkable things about him was his quick adaptability to modern technology. Despite supposedly being out of commission for decades, he navigated the complexities of the modern world with ease. Could this be because he hadn't really been absent, but had instead been kept up to date on global and technological developments from the Moon? The Moon base, after all, would have had access to cutting-edge advancements, potentially explaining Rogers' unusual comfort with the futuristic technology he encountered upon his "return."

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 Covert Lunar Operations.

The purpose of Steve Rogers' supposed placement on the Moon may extend beyond mere observation. It is possible that Rogers was part of a larger covert operation to combat extraterrestrial threats long before they became known to the public. Let's examine the broader implications of such a mission:

Monitoring Extraterrestrial Activity: S.H.I.E.L.D. and other government entities have long been suspected of covering up the existence of aliens. What if, decades ago, they became aware of extraterrestrial incursions and set up lunar bases to monitor and counteract these threats? Rogers, as an enhanced super-soldier, would have been an ideal candidate to serve as the Moon's protector, constantly surveilling potential alien incursions and reporting back to Earth.

Defending Earth from Cosmic Threats: The timing of Captain America's return aligns curiously with an increase in extraterrestrial events: Loki's invasion of Earth, the rise of the Chitauri. What if these incidents were not unexpected but anticipated? Rogers may have been working covertly from the Moon, gathering intelligence on these threats and planning Earth's defense from above.

Secret Alliance with Extraterrestrials?: There are even more far-reaching theories that suggest Rogers may have been involved in forming secret alliances with certain alien races. The theory goes that S.H.I.E.L.D. (or another shadowy organization) realized that some extraterrestrial groups had advanced technologies that could either destroy or save Earth. Steve, as a symbol of peace and diplomacy, might have been dispatched to negotiate on behalf of humanity, ensuring that some alien races remained neutral or even friendly to Earth's cause.

 The Reemergence of Steve Rogers: A Coincidence or a Plan? Steve Rogers' sudden return to Earth happened during an incredibly precarious time in world history. Major global conflicts, an increase in terrorist organizations like Hydra, alien invasions, and A.I. threats like Ultron all occurred shortly after his reappearance. This has led some to believe that Rogers' return was not the result of a random discovery in the ice, but a planned event by the powers that be.

Key Timelines events: Discovery of Rogers (2000): Rogers is found in the ice. The timing of this discovery is curious because it comes right before Loki's invasion, the rise of Hydra, and other major global threats.

Loki's Invasion (2000): Loki arrives on Earth and opens a portal to the Chitauri, initiating an invasion of New York. Rogers had barely been revived for a few months before this event took place. Could his revival have been part of a deeper strategy to counteract this pre-known threat?

Hydra's Resurgence: Shortly after Rogers' return, Hydra, which was thought to have been defeated during WWII, begins making moves toward global domination again. Did Rogers' revival signal something to Hydra? Did they know he was back?

The Alien Angle: What Are They Hiding?

One of the most compelling aspects of this conspiracy theory is the question of alien involvement. After Steve Rogers' "return," Earth began experiencing an unprecedented number of alien contacts. From Loki's invasion, extraterrestrial entities began appearing at an alarming rate.

Conspiracy theorists argue that this is no coincidence. Some suggest that Rogers' mission on the Moon was directly tied to the activities of these alien forces. Was he monitoring them from afar? Or worse was he working with them?

One of the more extreme versions of the Moon Conspiracy theory posits that Rogers struck a deal with certain alien races, allowing them limited access to Earth in exchange for their technology. This would explain why alien forces appeared only after his return, and why Rogers seemed so well-equipped to handle these threats.

The Deep State Connection: Controlling Rogers and the Avengers.

There's also the issue of the Deep State the shadowy government forces that are believed to control global affairs from behind the scenes. Some theorists believe that Rogers' placement on the Moon was orchestrated by these very forces, using him as a pawn in their long-term game of global domination. By keeping Rogers away for decades, they were able to prevent him from interfering with their plans on Earth. But as soon as their operations were threatened by extraterrestrial forces, they "unfroze" him.

Douglas had read all these conspiracy theories in one sitting some of these really made sense. No one ever knew that S.H.I.E.L.D existed until after the invasion of New York.

Douglas sternly looked at the screen he had fallen into distraction, taking the bottle of magic water he was correctly in Austin Texas, yeah rich people move to places they are safer while the poor have no choice.

....

Douglas Ramsey left home, was en route to Leisure business meeting, one that should have been routine for a man of his immense wealth and influence. It was a low-profile trip, not requiring the usual heavy security detail he could have summoned. He had built a reputation as a businessman( video game company) with a public fortune of $20 billion, a figure well-known to the financial world. But Douglas's' true power went beyond material wealth his contracts had made him a master of ownership in ways that no one else could fathom.

This made him appear like an easy target to those who only saw the surface. His calm demeanor, relatively low security, and public-facing wealth painted him as vulnerable, a billionaire ripe for exploitation. The kidnappers, having monitored him for some time, believed they had found their opportunity. They saw an opening, imagining that they could force him to sign away his known assets his corporate holdings, stock portfolios, and investments and take control of his financial empire.

They planned everything meticulously. As Douglas traveled along a deserted road, his car was suddenly intercepted. Men in masks pulled him from his vehicle, bundling him into a van. They kept him in a remote location, threatening him with harm if he didn't comply with their demands. Under duress, Douglas was forced to sign papers relinquishing his $20 billion fortune. 

To anyone else, this would have been devastating. A public loss of such magnitude could ruin a man's reputation and destroy their empire. But for Douglas, the real game was much deeper. Signing away his public assets was a mere inconvenience, a distraction compared to the true power he wielded. The kidnappers had no idea that the contracts they forced him to sign would bind them to him, not the other way around.

As the kidnappers gloated over their victory, transferring Elias' assets into their own accounts, they failed to realize the fatal mistake they had made. By forcing Douglas to sign, they unknowingly bound themselves to him through his retroactive power. The very act of coercion had triggered the hidden clauses in Douglas' web of contracts, tying the kidnappers to him forever.

From the moment they forced Douglas to sign, he owned them. They may have believed they had outsmarted him, but Douglas now held complete control over their lives, their futures, and everything they valued. This ownership was total, yet invisible to them. They would live their lives without ever realizing they belonged to him, with every action subtly influenced by his will.

So, when he eventually "escaped" from captivity something he could have done at any time had he chosen he said nothing about the ownership he now held over his captors. He let them believe they had won, allowing them to revel in their ill-gotten gains for a short while. But he was always in control. Their wealth, their freedom, their very existence everything now belonged to Douglas, even if they didn't know it.

"That was a complete waste of time." Douglas spoke. Scenic Drive Austin Texas was where he was now so he switched on his phone this was obviously not something he would leave behind. He has been baiting these fucks for weeks finally they did something he had chosen them and feed them false information now he was in.

A black car pulled up to the road and Douglas went in he was heading to, Anya Myra She has been one of Douglas Ramsey's most prized acquisitions, though she would never have thought of herself as such. In her mind, she was a corporate superhero, a rising star in the world of powered individuals hired by major conglomerates. Her powers were immense strength, speed, agility, all far surpassing the average human, thanks to the contract she had signed with Douglas some time ago.

But to Douglas, she was much more than just an asset or a superhero. She was a person he owned, another individual who had fallen under his contracts. Anya had no idea about how monstrous this ownership is, believing the deal she'd made with Douglas was one just what she had read had she doesn't know exactly how his power worked. She didn't realize the magnitude of what she had agreed to complete and irrevocable control.

He hadn't seen Anya in person for a while, though he kept close tabs on her through various means, some technological, others less so. Since their contract, she had gone on to work as a corporate superhero for a large multinational, taking on missions of protection and corporate espionage. She believed she was making a decision to benefit her, unaware that every step she took only reinforced Douglas's control over her.

After the kidnapping and his "escape," Douglas didn't bother alerting the authorities or his security detail. He had no need for revenge or retaliation against those who had tried to take his wealth. He had already won, in ways they couldn't even comprehend. The true victory had been in the experience itself the sense of control, the quiet power of knowing that the kidnappers were now his. The mere thought of it brought a subtle thrill to Douglas.

Instead, Douglas decided to visit Anya. It wasn't just an impulsive decision; his Opportunity Sense had nudged him in her direction, telling him that the timing was right. He could reward her for her recent work, bolster her power, and further secure her loyalty though, of course, that loyalty was already guaranteed. Still, Douglas took a strange pleasure in these rituals of power exchange, especially with someone as capable and unaware as Anya.

Anya's contracted company, Adrenamix Corporation, had recently contracted her for a major project a high-profile protection detail in a hostile county. She was widely regarded as one of their top assets, a living, breathing symbol of corporate power. She handled everything from corporate sabotage to high-stakes rescues with ease, thanks to the abilities Douglas's had given her.

Her powers were based on a version of the super-soldier archetype. Enhanced strength, endurance, agility, and near-invulnerability in combat made her a formidable opponent. She could lift several tons, run at speeds up to 40 mph, and recover from injuries in a fraction of the time it took an ordinary person. She was, in many ways, a living weapon, and she had become comfortable in that role. She wore her power like a badge, not minding it was Douglas's badge she was carrying.

Douglas made his way to her, using a combination of his subtle influence and well-placed connections. He didn't need to rush, and he rarely announced his presence. When he finally arrived at her corporate base, he appeared like a shadow from her past, walking calmly into the high-security facility with barely a glance from the guards.

Anya had just returned from a mission and was resting in her quarters when Douglas found her. He didn't announce his presence there was no need. She recognized him immediately and greeted him with a smile, unaware of the deeper bond between them. To her, Douglas it was hard to not just see him as simply a powerful benefactor, someone who had given her the means to be who she was today.

But to Douglas, this moment was about much more than friendship or mutual respect. He enjoyed the quiet power of this interaction the way she looked up at him, the way she assumed she was her own person. He took a seat next to her, his posture relaxed but his mind already spinning with thoughts of control.

" Anya," he said softly, his voice carrying a note of authority she couldn't quite place, "you've been doing well. I've seen your work."

She beamed, pride evident in her expression. "Thank you. I've been trying to push myself harder lately."

He nodded, but the words were unimportant. What mattered now was the connection, the intimacy of the moment. Douglas reached out and placed his hand on her head, gently ruffling her hair in what could have been seen as a simple, friendly gesture. But there was nothing simple about it.

As his fingers made contact, Anya felt a sudden surge of energy intense, overwhelming, almost intoxicating. She blinked, her body tensing as power flooded through her veins. Her muscles tightened, her senses sharpened, and she felt stronger, faster, more alive than she had ever felt before.

"What...?" Anya started to ask, but her voice trailed off as she looked up at Douglas, her mind struggling to comprehend what had just happened.

Douglas smiled down at her, his expression serene. "You've earned more power," he said quietly. "I'm just giving you what you deserve."

The head pat might have seemed innocent, but it was a far more intimate and deliberate act of control than Anya realized. Through that simple touch, Douglas transferred a portion of his power into her enhancing her abilities beyond what they had been before. She could now lift an additional 13 tons, her speed increased to 190 mph, and her endurance and resilience were pushed far beyond their previous limits. She would heal from wounds twice as fast, and her stamina would allow her to fight for days without rest.

The effect was almost immediate. Anya's body felt charged, her strength swelling to new levels. Her heart raced, but she felt no fear. Instead, a sense of euphoria washed over her as the newfound power settled into her muscles, her bones, her mind. She couldn't fully grasp how it had happened, but she trusted Douglas. She had always trusted him.

And that was the beauty of it. Anya had some idea that this power came at a cost, but she doesn't know that every time Douglas gave her more, he tightened his grip over her life, her choices, her very existence. The more powerful she became, the deeper the chains of ownership bound her to him.

As Anya basked in the afterglow of her power surge, Douglas watched her with a quiet sense of satisfaction. She had no idea how, she being completely and utterly owned by him. She would fight, work, and live her life believing she had little bit of control over her life which she was allowed by Douglas, but in truth, every decision, every action, was under his influence.

Douglas didn't need to tell her any of this, that was the point. It wasn't that his power required secrecy; it was that he enjoyed the secrecy. The more Anya believed in her own autonomy, the sweeter the truth became for him. And now, with her powers enhanced even further, she would continue to serve him, to grow stronger, all the while never knowing the true extent of his control.

"I'll be keeping an eye on you," Douglas said, standing to leave. "There's more work ahead. You'll be ready."

Anya nodded, still too overwhelmed by the sensation of her new powers to respond properly. "Thank you," she managed, her voice breathless.

Douglas simply smiled, walking out of the room without another word. There was no need for explanations. Everything had already been decided, long before Anya ever knew it.

As Douglas left the facility, his mind wandered to the next steps. There were always more contracts to be made, more opportunities to seize. His power was expanding, and with each new acquisition whether they knew it or not.

....

Douglas Ramsey arrived at Astor-Corp's sprawling headquarters with the precision of a man who had done this a thousand times. His posture was relaxed, exuding confidence but not arrogance. To anyone watching, he was the perfect embodiment of a young, successful entrepreneur charming, polite, and with an air of competence that immediately put others at ease. Dressed impeccably in a tailored navy suit, he carried himself with the same poise as always. Nothing about his appearance suggested the subtle, calculated machinations happening beneath the surface.

Astor-Corp, one of the world's largest technology and entertainment conglomerates in term of manpower and top 15 in market cap of $43.6 billion , had been eyeing Douglas's company, Soft Play Interactive Studios, for a while. Known for its innovative video game titles and cutting-edge virtual reality technology, Soft Play Interactive Studios was a prime candidate for acquisition. But what Astor-Corp didn't know or perhaps, didn't fully grasp was that Douglas wasn't here to negotiate in the traditional sense. He wasn't just looking for a merger; he was here to take what was his, though none of them realized that yet.

As he walked through the sleek hallways, greeted with smiles by every executive and employee, Douglas could feel the quiet hum of his power beneath the surface. No one here was acting out of character, but there was a palpable niceness, a warmth in the air that even they might not have fully understood. People who would normally be guarded or somewhat cold in these high-stakes meetings were subtly more accommodating today. Polite, professional, but also just a little bit more eager to please.

It was the subtle effect of ownership, like a low-frequency signal that only Douglas could hear. The contracts he had made with key members of Astor-Corp over the years some direct, others through third parties or subsidiaries had gradually placed the company within his sphere of control. They didn't know they belonged to him, not consciously. The executives believed they were coming to the table as equals, as savvy businessmen and women ready to discuss a mutually beneficial merger. But Douglas knew the truth: they had been his long before this meeting ever took place.

The meeting took place in a grand boardroom on the top floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city skyline. The table was a sleek, dark wood, and the chairs were luxurious leather, designed for long meetings. At the head of the table sat Marissa Ellison, CEO of Astor-Corp, a woman known for her shrewdness and icy composure. Today, however, that icy demeanor seemed just a touch warmer.

"Douglas, it's wonderful to see you," Marissa greeted him, extending a hand with a smile that, for her, was unusually genuine.

"The pleasure is mine," Douglas replied smoothly, shaking her hand with a firm, confident grip. He made sure to maintain eye contact just long enough to establish dominance, without making it feel unnatural.

Around the table were other top executives from Astor-Corp CFO Richard Hale, Chief Technology Officer Tina Novak, and Head of Mergers & Acquisitions David Klein. Each one of them greeted Douglas with a similar warmth, as though they were welcoming a close friend rather than a rival in the tech and gaming industry.

As they all sat down, Douglas subtly surveyed the room. He knew their contracts by heart. Tina Novak, for example, had signed a seemingly innocuous agreement two years ago, when Soft Play Interactive Studios was collaborating with one of Astor-Corp's tech divisions. She had no idea that by signing off on a project clause buried deep within the paperwork, she had effectively handed over her being and loyalty to Douglas. The same went for David Klein, whose contract was entangled through an intermediary, a legal firm Douglas controlled.( through the web of Acme stellar) Each person in this room, in one way or another, was already his though they were completely unaware of it.

Douglas sat down, his smile never faltering, as if everything were going exactly as he wanted. And, of course, it was.

Marissa began the meeting with a formal tone, but there was an undercurrent of enthusiasm in her voice. "We've been reviewing the potential for this merger extensively, Douglas. Soft Play Interactive Studios has been on our radar for quite some time, and we're very impressed with what you've built. The innovation in your VR platforms, in particular, is a key interest for us."

Douglas leaned back slightly in his chair, hands resting on the table in front of him, listening intently. "Thank you, Marissa. Soft Play Interactive Studios has always focused on pushing boundaries in the gaming space. But what really excites me about this potential partnership is how much more we could achieve together."

His tone was measured, calm almost too polite for a negotiation where billions of dollars were at stake. There was no hint of aggression or desperation, no posturing. He made it clear that, while this merger would be beneficial, he didn't need it. That sense of confidence was enough to subtly shift the dynamic in the room, making the Astor-Corp executives just a bit more eager to please.

Richard Hale, the CFO, chimed in, "We've run some numbers, and we believe we could see significant revenue growth in the first quarter after the merger. Particularly if we integrate Soft Play's VR tech into our broader entertainment ecosystem."

Douglas nodded thoughtfully, though in truth, the details were secondary to him. This was all a performance a necessary step to maintain appearances. He had no need to press for better terms or to aggressively negotiate because, whether they realized it or not, he already owned them.

"That sounds promising," Douglas said, his voice smooth. "But I'd like to hear more about your vision for improving gameplay experiences. It's not just about the numbers for me it's about the player. What are your thoughts on enhancing the emotional depth of our games? Immersion is key."

There was a brief pause, and then Tina Novak spoke up, her usual no-nonsense demeanor softened. "We've been developing some new AI-driven systems that could be integrated into your titles. With Soft Play's VR capabilities and our AI advancements, we could create worlds where NPCs react in real-time to player choices, creating a much more immersive narrative. We want players to feel truly connected to the game."

Her eyes flicked over to Douglas, and for a moment, there was a slight shift in her expression almost like she was trying to impress him. Normally, Tina was all about efficiency and numbers, but today, she seemed genuinely interested in his thoughts, in his approval. It was subtle, but to Douglas, it was clear. His influence was working, pulling at the strings without any of them noticing.

Douglas smiled again, leaning forward just enough to signal interest. "That sounds like exactly the kind of direction I was hoping for. We could finally compete with eScape and breach the gap it has on the entire landscape of gaming with that kind of tech."

The conversation continued, with each of the Astor-Corp executives contributing ideas and suggestions. What was interesting, however, was how cooperative they were. Negotiations like this were usually tense, with both sides jockeying for position, trying to squeeze out better terms or more favorable conditions. But today, there was none of that.

Instead, the meeting felt more like a brainstorming session than a high-stakes negotiation. Marissa, Richard, Tina, and David all seemed genuinely invested in Douglas's vision, even when it wasn't in their best financial interest. They weren't acting out of character per se they were still the same sharp, intelligent businesspeople they had always been but they were… more agreeable. More open to compromise. And, most importantly, more eager to see Douglas's vision succeed than they normally would be.

David Klein, the Head of Mergers & Acquisitions, usually a bulldog in negotiations, was the first to propose a concession. "We're prepared to offer you a larger stake in the final integrated company, Douglas. We think it's important that your voice remains a central part of our new gaming division."

Douglas almost had to suppress a smile. David was known for being ruthless in deals, and yet here he was, essentially offering Douglas more control on a silver platter. "I appreciate that, David. It's important to me that Soft Play Interactive Studios core values remain intact as we move forward."

He kept his tone calm, measured, though inside, he was already thinking about the next step. He didn't need more control it was already his but there was something undeniably enjoyable about watching these powerful executives unknowingly hand over their influence to him, piece by piece.

By the time the meeting concluded, the terms of the merger were all but finalized. Soft Play Interactive Studios would merge with Astor-Corp's gaming division, creating a new entity that would hopefully dominate the market. On paper, the deal looked like a win for both sides, but Douglas knew better. Astor-Corp had become another thread in the web of control he was weaving, and none of them were the wiser.

As they stood to leave, Marissa extended her hand once again. "I think this is going to be the start of something amazing."

Douglas shook her hand, his smile never faltering. "I couldn't agree more."

They said their goodbyes, and Douglas left the boardroom with the same calm confidence with which he had entered. He didn't need to look back. The deal was done, and Astor-Corp along with everyone in that room was his, even if they didn't know it yet.

As he stepped into the elevator, Douglas allowed himself a brief moment of satisfaction. This was how he preferred to operate not through force or intimidation, but through quiet, calculated moves that felt good.

.....

Douglas leaned forward in the back of the car, his pale gray-blue eyes locking onto his phone. What he had done was not a partnership. Their employees, their executives, their's assets they all belonged to him now.

every single one of them is now property. Irrevocably, they were bound to him. Body, mind, and soul."

He own them. As surely as he owned Adrenamix Corporation through the beautiful Anya this company, I own everyone connected to it. Their executives, the janitors who clean the floors, the engineers who design their products, they are all his. And there's nothing anyone can do to change that."

He sat up and looked over to the glass window that overlooked the passing bustling city that seemed to run. With a flick of his wrist, he activated his opportunity sense, scanning through the interconnected lives and contracts that Astor-Corp had touched over the years. Hundreds of thousands of people were now part of his dominion, each one unaware of their subjugation.

Douglas focused on one employee in particular a young engineer named Carter Blake, working in one of Astor-Corp's research facilities across town. He was a promising talent, recently hired to work on cutting-edge AI algorithms. Carter had no idea that the contract he signed with Astor-Corp had effectively signed away his autonomy to Douglas.

Douglas closed his eyes, feeling the tether that connected him to Carter through the layers of corporate bureaucracy. With a single thought, he activated the retroactive contract. Carter, sitting at his workstation, suddenly froze, his hands hovering over the keyboard. His body stiffened as if an invisible force had taken hold of him.

 Douglas remained silent, his eyes closed. After a few moments, Douglas opened his eyes and gestured.

The door to the bathroom opened, and Carter Blake, eyes glassy and devoid of any will, stepped inside. His movements were mechanical, his face expressionless. He walked directly to mirror and stood before it, awaiting further orders.

Douglas smiled, moving Carter's shoulder. And he spoke through Carter, "Carter here is one of your newest employees. Bright, innovative. But now, he's mine just like all of you."

Carter than said nothing, his eyes vacant. He wasn't even aware of the conversation he was having in the bathroom. Douglas had complete control over his mind and body, a puppet whose strings were now held firmly in his grasp.

This is the power of retroactive contract bestowal, Douglas continued, to think of this in his mind in a low and dangerous manner. Every person connected to this company past, present, and future is bound to Douglas, without exception. The moment they signed the merger, they forfeited not only their autonomy but the autonomy of everyone connected to Astor-Corp."

Retroactive Ownership in Action.

Douglas power went beyond mere corporate control it reached into the very essence of ownership, transforming every relationship into a binding contract. Retroactive contract bestowal was an insidious ability that allowed Douglas to expand his influence infinitely. There were no limits to who or what he could own, as long as there was even a loose connection to a contract under his domain.

This power operated on several principles:

Universal Scope: Every contract, whether personal, professional, or even casual, fell under Douglas dominion if it was connected to him or his holdings in any way. This meant that every handshake, every agreement, every form of consent became a tool for his enslavement.

No Escape: Once bound by the retroactive contract, there was no way to escape. Even if someone tried to annul the original agreement or sever ties with the company or organization Douglas controlled, the contract's effects remained in place.

check my status, and it appeared in my retina showing that I had reached 50% on Albert Wesker and 70% on Miles Morales, dangerous situations was clearly the way to go in being able to achieve faster assimilation, when I made my daring escape I waited for the main forces to leave and I proceeded to kill all the henchmen left behind it was interesting to say the least.

...

Douglas Ramsey sat comfortably in his chair, his posture as impeccable as always tall, rigid, with a stillness that seemed almost unnatural in its precision. His pale gray-blue eyes, filled with the shimmering stardust of asteroid hyalosis, were fixed on Carlotta as she stood before him. She was his, in every sense that mattered, bound to him through contract and willpower both hers and his. 

Carlotta Cressida LaRosa, 18 years old, an undeniable beauty whose very presence could halt conversations, had always known her fate. She wasn't naïve. She was an aspiring actress who had signed on the dotted line, knowing full well what it meant. The contract bound her to Douglas in a way that transcended mere employment it tethered her to him. He had promised her not only fame and fortune, but control over her future in an industry as unforgiving as Hollywood itself. She understood the reality: Douglas was her gatekeeper to success, and in return, she was his.

She stood before him, her tall, statuesque frame draped in a deep emerald-green dress that hugged her every curve. At 6'2", her 46-inch bust, 26-inch waist, and 44-inch hips made her a figure of flawless proportions. Her dark chestnut hair tumbled down in waves, catching the dim light in the room, making her look like a goddess carved from marble. Everything about her was exaggerated perfection: beauty, youth, allure all of it crafted to perfection, not just by nature, but by Douglas's careful cultivation of her image. 

Carlotta's emerald-green eyes stared straight ahead, unwavering, meeting Douglas's cool, pale gaze without fear, but also without resistance. There was no rebellion in her. She had made her choice, and in her mind, it was the right one. Douglas Ramsey was not a man to challenge; he was a man to submit to, for submission meant reward. She knew this, accepted this, and lived by it.

Douglas leaned forward, his hands resting lightly on the polished surface of his desk. His voice, smooth and controlled, broke the silence.

"Carlotta," he began, his tone as steady as ever, "you've done well. You are on the precipice of something remarkable, a figure the world will admire, desire, and worship."

Her heart swelled slightly at the praise, though her expression remained cool and composed. Praise from Douglas was rare, and she knew better than to outwardly show how much it meant to her. She knew how to play the part had learned to wear the mask he liked best. After all, he had shaped her into who she was now.

Douglas rose from his seat with the deliberate, fluid grace of someone who always moved with purpose. His towering figure loomed over her as he approached, his sharp gaze taking her in, evaluating her not just as a woman, but as his possession his asset. He reached out, and the back of his hand brushed lightly against her cheek, a calculated gesture, designed to remind her of her place. His touch was cool, indifferent, but with the subtle power of command behind it.

"You may walk free," he said, his voice soft but cutting like ice, "but do not be mistaken you belong to me, Carlotta. Everything you are, everything you will ever be, is because of me. And in return, I demand obedience, loyalty, and silence."

His eyes, those pale gray-blue irises filled with the eerie shimmer of asteroid hyalosis, bore into her. The specks of floating light in his eyes seemed to swirl, and though she didn't know if it was an optical illusion or something more, it had an effect on her. It wasn't just a visual anomaly it was an unspoken command, a reminder of who held control. She felt the force of his presence in those eyes, and it solidified what she already knew: Douglas Ramsey controlled her future. And she welcomed it.

"I understand," she said, her voice steady, her green eyes unwavering as they met his. There was no fear, no resistance, no rebellion. Just the acceptance of a contract she had entered willingly, with her eyes wide open.

Douglas's lips curled into a subtle smile, one that didn't reach his eyes. "Good," he said. "Then you understand that there are others who also serve me people whose talents complement yours in ways you'll come to appreciate. One of them is a corporate hero. A woman who is not bound by laws, but by loyalty to me. Should you ever need assistance if you find yourself in a situation where your charm or beauty cannot resolve the problem you will seek her out. She will handle it."

Carlotta's expression didn't falter, though internally she registered the weight of his words. This was the first time he had mentioned another woman to her, and the knowledge that there were others who served him in different ways made her feel a strange mix of curiosity and unease. But she pushed those emotions aside. She wasn't here to question Douglas's methods, nor did she care to. Her success depended on her ability to trust him implicitly, and that's exactly what she intended to do.

"If that situation ever arises, I will do as you say," she replied, her voice as composed and controlled as ever.

Douglas stepped closer, his tall frame casting a shadow over her as he reached out, tilting her chin upward with the tip of his finger. His touch was light, but the weight of his control was heavy in the air. He gazed down at her, his pale eyes locking her in place.

"You will do more than simply as I say," he corrected, his voice dropping to a near whisper, but with an intensity that made her heart pound. "You will obey, without hesitation. Without question. You will remember, always, that I own you. And you will thrive under my command."

Carlotta's lips parted slightly, her breath catching in her throat. She nodded, the movement small but deliberate, her chin still held in place by his finger. "Yes, Douglas," she whispered, her voice barely audible but firm in its conviction.

A satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he released her chin and turned back to his desk, the conversation already done in his mind. He didn't need to say more his control over her was absolute, and she had no intention of defying him. She had signed the contract willingly, knowing exactly what it meant. Douglas was the one who would lead her to stardom, and in return, she would be his.

"You can go now," he said, dismissing her as he sat down once more, his eyes no longer on her but already focused on the next task at hand.

Carlotta didn't hesitate. She turned and left the room, her every movement as graceful and deliberate as ever. As she walked away, there was no trace of hope or rebellion in her heart. She knew her place, and she accepted it fully.

Her beauty would be her weapon. Her loyalty, her shield. And Douglas Ramsey would be the architect of her destiny.

Douglas my have not noticed that yes his power did grow as more people got under his control as in new powers, abilities and, all that but his personality and bunch other things were a sort of limitation because even that Douglas didn't notice changes in his personality but original Douglas had a personality so that has an affect regardless of how small you think it is plus you cannot pick and choose what you keep and, what you removed like Douglas is trying to do.

As Douglas oldest brother had become a mutant at six and his second eldest became a mutant at twelve, Douglas had reached 16 years old and, nothing happened this helped him develop a identity that of fears and ostracizes. He struggled with feelings of being an outsider, particularly during his teenage years.

Self-Worth Despite his intelligence and unique abilities, he often questions his value compared to his more traditionally powerful peers, leading to feelings of inadequacy.

His was somewhat introverted nature and social awkwardness created challenges in maintaining relationships. He feared rejection, which lead to him always being late or never showing up for his friends among others things leading to a feeling of isolation.

The desire to fit in with his peers added to his anxiety, as he felt the need to prove himself while also wanting to be accepted for who he is.

 Given his intellect, abilities and family, Douglas felt immense pressure to succeed. The fear of failing to meet these expectations did lead to stress and self-doubt.

 He often worried about the implications of his actions, especially when they affect his friends and teammates.

He often holds back his feelings for fear of being turned away, complicating his emotional landscape.

Douglas Ramsey's struggles with his identity and powers often manifest as anxiety and depression. These mental health issues can influence his decision-making and relationships, leading to a cyclical pattern of struggle. He often seeks solace in technology and information, leading to a more profound disconnect from human interactions. This reliance can exacerbate his feelings of loneliness.

Of course that didn't affect the powers he got from Naya but it affect how it works and, his obvious satisfaction was not just because current Douglas personality but Also thanks to past Douglas's personality his inferiority complex was removed but it left this satisfaction of control over people of a certain type. 

Douglas assumed it just came out because that's what he always wanted to do if he ever got power that was a partially because of that and partially original Douglas this, orginal Douglas's personality has benefited him greatly that's why current Douglas didn't notice how it affected him.

Plus Despite the whole kidnapping that happened, Douglas he knew how to maintain his public image. To the outside world, he would remain the billionaire businessman, no evidence or anything about the kidnapping ever got out to the public so he was unaffected by the kidnapping. He reclaimed the $20 billion privately that was taken from him, knowing that this loss was inconsequential compared to the control he gained in return.