CHAPTER TWO: The Billionaire’s Gospel
Before Jackson, before the frogs, before Sloan vanished into a crater of her own becoming, there was only him.
He was born Devin Carrick Vale III, heir to an empire built on oil, pharmaceuticals, data—and eventually, space. His family name opened every door, but it was his obsession with control that made him infamous. He didn’t want to run the world.
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He wanted to rewrite it.
And he did.
It started slow, like a sickness with no symptoms. He began buying up social media platforms, claiming to be a champion of free speech. He promised liberty but seeded chaos. Algorithms were twisted into machines of division, feeding users the worst of themselves. Truth bled out between memes and conspiracies. One day you were a farmer in Nebraska; the next, you were convinced your neighbor was part of a secret cult trying to destroy your kids.
People believed him. They wanted to.
He wore patriotism like armor while hollowing out its meaning.
By 2025, Vale had the largest private militia on Earth. Not soldiers. Fans. Devotees. Millions who believed he was the last protector of a dying nation. They weren’t all lunatics. Many had once been kind. Rational. Good. But desperation is fertile soil for madness, and Vale sowed it with precision.
He blamed immigrants. He blamed journalists. He blamed scientists, teachers, historians—anyone who tried to ground people in reality.
“Reality is what we believe it is,” he said once during a live broadcast that shattered viewership records. “And belief is the only power left worth controlling.“
In 2026, the government collapsed under the weight of its own debt and division. The dollar crumbled. Food lines grew. Police departments disbanded. That’s when Vale made his move.
He funded the presidential campaign of a washed-up celebrity turned political mouthpiece. The man had no convictions, no spine, and no thoughts of his own. Perfect. Vale spoke through him like a ventriloquist. Executive Orders flowed straight from his desk. Congress became a ceremonial body. Dissenters disappeared into “reeducation zones.”
The U.S. became something else.
A corporation. A lab.
A proving ground.
That’s when EdenBiotek was born. A “life sciences initiative” approved by presidential decree, with federal lands seized for experimentation. Their mission?
“To preserve and advance the American species through biological innovation.”
Translation: use CRISPR and ancient amphibian DNA to rewrite the human genome—starting with America’s most desperate towns.
The research had its roots in Vale’s space company, Orbis Ascendant, which was originally focused on long-term survival in deep space. When scientists proposed that frog DNA held the key to human hibernation, the billionaire saw something more. He didn’t just want astronauts to sleep through centuries—he wanted to awaken something ancient inside humanity. Something cold-blooded. Something divine.
Jackson was the perfect candidate. Forgotten. Quiet. Broken. A place that wouldn’t fight back. And even if they did, Vale owned the media that told the rest of the world it never happened.
But not everyone was asleep.
A small number of people, scattered across forgotten counties, were waking up. Not just Sloan. Others. Veterans, ex-journalists, scientists, even former cultists who now saw the trap they had helped build.
They were coming together. Slowly. Secretly.
Something monstrous had begun. And they were the only ones left who could stop it.
To be continued…
Thank you for reading Chapter Two. The story is just getting started — more revelations, resistance, and horror are on the way. Stay sharp and stay human… while you still can.
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