"Who controls the past controls the future: who controls the present controls the past.”
-Party Slogan, 1984.
“The Fifth leader of Lemuria PKE, Director Rod!”
The Grumpig waddled off the podium. In his place, a tall, spindly man in a dark suit limped on the stage. His face was smooth, like a mask, and his head was crowned with receding, graying hair. Light glinted off his prosthetic, steel right arm. He surveyed the crowd with unblinking green eyes.
The auditorium was a sea of black. There were thousands of chairs. From a balcony just above the entryway, a camera broadcasted the speech to the uninvited lower orders. Even the Pokemon paid their respect, a Bayleef in the front row wrapped a black scarf around his neck and a scizor in the center of the auditorium draped a black cloak. They threw twitchy glances and shifted in their seats. With the new leadership, their futures were uncertain.
A line of flags ran along the walls of the