HAThE
Conversion
Bureau
Ponify - When the mask fell
That morning was good for Joe, a corner store just threw out a large batch of produce, and a good chunk of it was still edible, and people were unusually generous.
He stood in the same place, across the street from the electronics shop. At twelve sharp the signal was cut and the horse masked person appeared on screen.
“People of Earth! You have been lied to!”
“The Conversion Bureau is not what it seems.”
“Have you ever wondered how they could afford to do that?”
“Have you ever wondered how they can afford to have their commercials everywhere?”
“Have you ever wondered where their money comes from? Especially since their services are allegedly free?”
“We have.”
The image changed to a copy of a TCB contract, with the video of the masked man in the corner.
“The way they make money is directly from their victims. When a human signs their contract, they are signing away their life, their identity, as well as all their worldly possessions. Anything and everything that he or she owned is now theirs. Aside from that they now own your identity, and used it to take out loans that they never intend to pay back. They get as much money as they can from you. They take out loans in your name, they use you for tax cuts, they cast your vote to the highest bidder and when enough time has passed they take out a life insurance on your name, and arrange for a fake accident to happen to you, so they can collect the money...”
The sound of a door being broken down interrupted his speech, gunfire and screaming followed.
The masked man stood up and tried to run away but was quickly gunned down.
“Clear,” could be heard coming outside the camera’s field of view.
“Cut the feed,” a different voice said.
And the feed was cut, but not before a masked man, carrying a submachine gun entered the picture.
The crowd was outraged, and over the next couple of weeks riots were common all over the city.