"Bang!"
With a loud boom, an enormous firework shot into the sky. The fireball burst in midair, forming a gigantic pattern against the black canopy of the night.
It was a golden letter W enclosed in a circle. Against the black background, it formed the logo of Wilson Enterprises. It was so enormous that any creature with eyes could see it from dozens of kilometers away.
As an Earthling, Jean Grey naturally recognized the symbol. Wilson Enterprises was no longer merely a company; over the long years, it had become part of humanity's culture on Earth in the 40K Universe.
In every aspect of food, clothing, housing, and transportation, anyone living on Earth could not avoid this corporation. Its logo could always be seen. Perhaps it did not hold a monopoly in every industry, but it had a presence in all of them.
Today, in the various Western nations of Earth, many people had relied on this corporate giant since their grandparents' generation.
They worked in its subsidiaries and factories, lived in homes developed by Wilson Properties, drove Wilson Automobiles to the factories that made those cars in the morning, stopped by Wilson Supermarket after work, went home to cook with Wilson Appliances, and fell asleep at night watching Wilson Channel programs.
Their children were born in charity hospitals partly owned by Wilson, their lovers and friends were also Wilson employees, and the elderly of every family rested in Wilson Internal Cemetery.
These people were the remaining internationalists. Nationality, ethnicity, customs, and all other differences no longer troubled them, because they knew that everyone was a proud employee of Wilson Enterprises.
The black-and-yellow W was practically Earth's calling card. At the very least, aliens who had visited Contraxia knew that this was an interstellar corporation headquartered on Earth, one capable