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Ten years ago, Green Hills, Montana was the middle of nowhere. With a population of less than 5,000, located in the depths of rural Montana, the township experienced little of note in its 156-year post-settlement history. It was the last place anyone would look for anything important, which is how it became the refuge of one Sonic the Hedgehog.
It was how for a decade he remained, if not completely unnoticed, unannounced (except for the Green Hills police blotter, which was not widely read by those 'in the know').
But that is about to change.
If you were watching from a satellite-
Well, in about ten seconds, aboard a satellite with line of sight to Green Hills, Montana would probably be the last place you'd want to be.
If you were watching it from, say, a defunct military space station, you would see the flash of light spreading across the western half of the country before lights started going dark (spilling over into Canada and Mexico, because power outages don't stop just because you hit the border).
If you were watching very carefully, or had a very specific, finely-tuned sense possessed by only one person on the planet (well, in orbit around the planet), you would see tiny pinpricks of light flickering in and out of existence - not just centered on Green Hills, but all across the visible hemisphere.
If you had any idea what those lights mean…
You would understand why, in time, Green Hills, Montana would become, in some ways, one of the most important places in the world.