mySpacebook was used as the informant, The Virgins (as they called themselves) would assault and murder anyone who supported Yahoogle outside Yahoogle’s regions, and in turn the Hoogs (as they called themselves) would return the favour within their territories to non-supporters. You were either for or against one or the other major brand, there was no middle-ground. Either Yahoogle owned the right to save humanity, or no one did.
Oddly enough, both sides perverted the image of The Pioneer crossing the moon as their symbol. Both claimed the right to use it, and the right to own Mars. The images was everywhere: graffiti across walls, burned into the tarmac, the symbol became an icon for the times.
And just like the seasons, the time came and went. Children who grew up during the Brand Wars were bitter and hateful – beyond control, savages even. Their society was aligned to descriptions of hell. Absolute chaos ruled for ten years and four months, thuggery and gangs had replaced the businessmen of old, governments could not last more than a month without their leaders being assassinated. The world was an empty cesspit of well-dressed cavemen.
And then they all died.