Order is a condition of logical arrangement among the separate elements of a group.
It is the structure
of social organisation.
It is The Rule of Law
and Custom or
the observance of a
prescribed procedure.
Order was established at
the dawn of all Creation.
Creation's growth was thereafter guided by
preordained random
elements which were
themselves the
workings of
Perfect Order.
Creation soon gave rise
to sentient life
whose forms whose sense of
Logic and Reason were flawed.
This event in itself was a result of the
progressive workings of perfect order.
Soon, however, these sentient life forms
began to strive against the predestiny.
With each forward step in their development,
they followed the inefficient logic
of their underdeveloped minds.
Once the life forms became capable of interfering with the development
of other beings, there came
a great disturbance
to the universe's
sense of order.
Thus was the need for intergalactic order-
keepers recognised. Thus was
The Corps formed.
The Corps is the root of
all Order and Knowledge.
The Corps is the maintainer
of Life and Guardian of Truth.
Without The Corps there would be
only Chaos and Darkness.
The Corps is without Fear.
Without Anger or Corruption.
It is the creation of a highly-evolved mind
and maintained by like beings
whose destiny it is to maintain
the order of things in the universe.
The Corps has battled against the forces
of Chaos for a millennium.
To Serve is The Ultimate Honour.
Knowledge is the sum of all
Reason and Perception.
Power is Force
prevailing over Mass.
Power without Reason
is Chaos.
Force without Knowledge
Force without Knowledge
is Destructive.
The Corps is Ultimate Knowledge
harnessed to Ultimate Power.
The Lantern is The Source.
The Corps is The Knowledge.
The Lantern, The Power.
Chaos is routed.
Order is maintained.
No.
Wield The Power.
Maintain Order.
NO!!
It is a Great Honour.
The Ring and Battery are
all you shall require.
Be sober.
Be vigilant.
You are One of Us now.
The Hell I am!!
Who are you?!!
Why'd you --
HOW'D you kidnap me -- ?!!
What's this all about?!!
This is about The Survival of entire races.
Of Worlds and Cultures you've not
ever dreamed of.
Of a responsibility that transcends
your mortal bonds.
Of a Power greater than your finite
mind may imagine.
I am The Green Lantern
of Sector 2814.
I am Dying.
You have been Chosen
to be My Successor.
No Thanks. I'm a Pilot. That's all I want to be.
Besides, you said you guys
have to be Fearless --
And I'm scared out of My Wits!
Fear is, for you, an intellectual exercise.
It is a method of self-preservation
linked to your species survival instinct.
That The Ring singled you out indicates
Your Potential to overcome Your Fear.
To become Truly Fearless.
But -- But I don't want --
Your Wants are not My Concern.
The Ring has decided.
You shall be
My Successor.
No.
I'm not The One You're Looking For --
The Ring must be charged at The Battery of Power at regular intervals --
once every one of your planetary rotations.
Call for It.... and it
Will Appear.
Until you have need of it, The Battery
may be hid in an alternate dimensional plane,
to safeguard it from unworthy hands.
"Unworthy Hands"?
If ever there were a set of those,
they'd belong to me --
I've gotta get out of here --
There must be an --
--exit --?
Huh?
The Red Guy -- Dead --
Crumbling to Dust --
What a Weird Dream --
-- oh GEEZ!!
No -- This can't be --
This just isn't happening --
--No --
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