(author's note: Hiya! This is the sequel to "Utopia". I don't have much to say other than the little "Crashing into you" poem thingy here beneath is © me, as well. So no cheating and stealing from lyrics here...
I'd really appreciate any and all reviews!)

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Chapter one: The food issue

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"I guess there's nothing I can do
Yeah, I guess
I guess I'm crashing
Crashing into you"

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The sun beamed down from above them. Birds sang. The pavement felt steaming hot beneath Andrew's bare feet – it had been all too warm for shoes this day.
It was all so cliché, it was perfect for a stroll about the town.

"So what you're saying is we shouldn't hurt women and children?" Andrew said doubtingly. His question was met by a hearty laugh from Warren. He had sunglasses on, and with his black clothes and dark hair, they kind of made him look like James Bond. Andrew smiled inside at the thought of this.
"No, silly. We just have to wait until we're in complete control of the situation. If we begin killing off too many people already, the police and whatnot will become suspicious. And the Lair, while being perfect for the three of us now, won't be sufficient as a hiding-place if they come looking for us. I'm not finished working with the Razor Surprise™. You know that." Frowning, he kicked away some pebbles in front of him. "We really need to get another name for it, though. Remind me of that later."

Andrew nodded. He was happy to be at service. After all, Warren was the superior one of the three of them. It was obvious. He had the most power, considering Jonathan screwed up with his magic now and then. He wasn't fully trained. Warren, on the other hand... he had full control over his machines. And that was worth everything.

"Okay. I get it now. No mercy, then?"
Warren smiled – a twisted, deranged smile. Andrew didn't recognise it for what it was, though. He just saw it as another one of those handsome smiles of his. He wasn't that attentive.
"No mercy. None at all. We'll gain more that way. You know... 'leave none alive'. It really makes perfect sense. No resistance means absolute control." Warren's smile stayed on, as his eyes glinted madly in their sockets. "And I like being in control."

Andrew, not having any problem seeing Warren as the emperor and sole ruler of the Universe, shrugged. His friend said these things a lot nowadays – more now than ever before, in fact. Andrew wondered if it had anything to do with them, as in the Trio, actually getting closer and closer to their goal. They were getting skilled at this taking over the world thing they were still mere trainees at.

"But what do we do about the food issue? I mean, if there are no workers alive, the factories will be empty. Hence: no food for us. Cheetos don't manufacture themselves. That's even a bigger problem than the reproduction one!"
Warren cursed his friend's simple mind. But he showed no sign of this on the surface. He was a quite gifted actor. "So we'll make Jonathan conjure up some food, then, just before we... let him go. Hey, I think we spoke of this last week, didn't we? It's no problem, Andrew, trust me. His powers are growing. Speaking of that, I wonder how the seance project is working out for him?"
He didn't give it much thought. That was entirely Jonathan's problem. Meddling with ghosts didn't at all appeal to Warren and his talents. He liked the mechanical stuff more. Ghosts, spirits and magic, those things were so unpredictable.
And it was just like he said: Warren liked being in control...

"I bet he's on it right now," smiled Andrew. "I really hope he makes it. The he'll be, like... super powerful."
"Yeah." Warren smiled back. "It's about time he caught up with me... err, I mean, with us."