Screens across the world flickered into a green static for just a moment, then started to clear. Eyes across the globe were latched to their electronic devices without fail, forced to view as a fox stood in the middle of a darker room. Green and blue lights flickered in the background as the vulpine leaned forward, looking towards the impossibly high definition tool.

Zyla.

She had become famous in the last year as the fastest rising business star anyone had seen. Her technological innovations, databases, and even consumer products had been taking off like wildfire. It wasn't a detriment that she had some of the top scientific minds in the world under her employ, working for such diverse fields as material science and AI. Even the military and superhero community had started to use her designs.

"Oh, everyone. I'm glad you can see me on practically every TV, computer, phone, and whatever other devices you might be using today. PDA? There's probably a few of you weirdos out there. But I'm messaging for something specific."

The air filled with some creaks as the rubberclad vixen took a step back, allowing the ever more popular rubber to be on display. That had been one of her masterpieces; creating a material like latex that anyone could wear and wasn't as easy to damage as most. The marketing had exploded beyond most expectations, turning the slightly squeaky substance into a sought-after consumer commodity. It wasn't rare to see people wearing branded latex on the street, not anymore.

One of her gloved fingers snapped. Or, really, tried to. It was difficult to use the lubricated latex to make that noise. There was no doubt that this was purely for dramatic effect.

A Queen had to live it up.

"You might have noticed a few things as of late. First, many of my workers have taken to a new.. Uniform."

A bunny walked from stage right; stiffly moving into view. The beast of rubber was completely and utterly encased; from the hair that was seemingly styled after the fox's own, down to the bodysuit and tall gloves that adorned it in unbroken black and green. Only the corporate logo of Zyla stood out, standing across the ample bust.

It moved to her side, green visor aglow as it scanned the environment. With the same, seemingly mechanical, perfection, it stood at attention by her side. The only noises it made now were the subtle hissing breathes from either side of its gas mask, filling the background with gentle huffing noises.

ZD-163.

"Most of my employees have been so appreciative that they've been taking the plunge into a more.. Executive position. Zylacorp Direction Officers. Or, ZD, for short." The fox completely lied; there was no meaning like that in the name. These were drones, plain and simple. Many people had suspicions, even if her ZD line were currently capable of showing off some modified personality traits. They just refused to remove this suit, which was an upgrade for their lives.

"They've been upgraded with all of the best things they could imagine. A permanent influx of the latest technology... A complete bodysuit that regulates their form and figure without question.. Permanent employment." Her grin grew more as she leaned forward, one hand casually grasping the living object's ample bust.

The squeaks grew louder as the vixen spoke, enlarging as the fingers kneaded and rubbed. They found places that any normal person would have moaned, or shook, or twitched at. But the drone simply stood at the ready, eyes obscured by the opaque emerald that hung across its vision.

This silence only made the vixen grin more.

"And perfect loyalty training. Don't worry, the pay is amazing." She lied. "And we're always hiring."

Then, with a gasp, she suddenly realized something. Or, at least, pretended to.

"But there's more than that. As of now... I'm going to be taking over the superhero operations in most major cities."

Across the nation, people turned to the patrolling heroes. So many were dressed in rubber, which wasn't exactly uncommon. What was different was the uniform outfits worn by so many of them; tall boots, green and black suit, branding. Most knew they were sponsored or supported by the vixen mogul, but it was only now they noticed all of the barcodes; had they always had those? Were heroes across the world, smiling happily through their flickering AR visors, now just products of the powerful mega corporation?

From her left, one of the most recognizable heroes appeared; Purity.

The unicorn was one of the most recognized, and longest running, heroes from Horizon. A mare of might, a steed of steel, who had always been steadfast and loyal in her crusade against crime. Even when she switched from black and red to green, most figured she'd always be fighting on the side of justice.

And, so far, she had been. Even when that company rewrote her entire image, her public life, the powerful pony had not stopped protecting people. In fact, she'd probably been more effective than ever before! A little distant, at times, but ultimately more loyal than they knew they deserved.

"These are your protectors. Your saviors. And." Zyla's grin grew so much that it seemed nearly manic. "That won't be changing. My heroes are there to protect you from anything that might be a threat. Be that aliens, mutants... Corruption."

As her hand drifted upwards to Purity's bust, she gave it a firm squeeze. Just like the faceless rabbit beside her, the pony gave no change in her expression. Those viewing would believe she couldn't; there wasn't any expression on her empty eyes behind the golden visor. If she could even think at this time, it was definitely something very simple. No grunt or groan came from her as the domineering vulpine played with her frankly legendary breasts.

Only a single drop of drool came from her, dripping onto her massive melons.

"All of your heroes are together, now. One team, one goal, one directive. They know the rules, the laws, and will enforce them. Not the whims of the government, or the individual hero.. We won't have the chaos of a gun toting vigilante that must be tempered by a peaceful crusader." She gave a meaningful squeeze to Purity, kneading even harder now.

"No. We'll have order. Control. Safety. With my heroes, there is nothing I won't do to protect you."

She paused again, thinking. It took a full three seconds for her next piece to begin, after ending her spiel about protection.

"But now, you see, your heroes think the same. Feel the same.. Tell me, heroes, what are you?"

The mare under her paw, and ones across the world, all spoke in the same time. Their voices were in flat monotones, as if the patrolling powereds didn't even get to think about what they were saying. There was not a single change in an expression, anywhere.

"Property of Zylacorp as the Hero System!"

Seeing a display off camera of all of those perfectly obedient puppets gave greater confidence to the excited fox. She leaned forward, practically face to face with her recording tools. Both hands remained so busy, sending a clear message of power across the world; these were hers, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

"Your heroes have submitted... Why not you?"

Beat.

"Enjoy your day, everyone. Your heroes will be happy to see you."

Transmission cut.