Point of view of things. A veil fell over the city that never sleeps. One or two subways drove through the courtyard of the matrix, but then. Everyone stood still. A deja vu and a curvature in time. Lights flashed through the trams and the lights of the motor vehicles began to shine on me. The dust was thick but I had my safety glasses with me. I could see what was really happening and said to myself, "Ahyeah."

That night the world news service Ah Yeah Magazine was founded. Unexpectedly and with full will to reveal to the world the true side of what happened. A group of mysterious journalists gave themselves the task of cleaning the dust from the streets and showing people all the truth and possibility.

You have the right to know. Now cheer, ah yeah.