“As laid out in the 1972 Succession plan, there will now follow a one week period of mourning,” Marty continues to a crowd we now scan for one specific face. “His remains will be on display inside his royal dome. After which they’ll be interred in the subdomes, in a ceremony all may attend.”
As Marty continues — “weeks after this ceremony, registrations will open for anyone who wishes to do so to announce their intent to run for what—“ “—him, a Council of the Domes—“ — one face in the crowd, red-eyed, grim-faced, serious, hair greyer than the last time we saw him, looks enraged by this.
“Our future without him,” Marty continues, “will be a future we make ourselves.”