The Family was misunderstood by an arrogant backward world so they vowed to wait out the inevitable collapse of the backward decadent Old Order. There were only twenty of them at the time but they hoped the machine built by the Eldest son of the founder- a pious young member named Kranuu- would allow their numbers to swell after their sleep. They crept into capsules and felt the cool calm of liquid nitrogen flushing over their limp bodies. They slept for decades and, as they did so, Kranuu’s machine whirred away above them on a combination of stockpiled coal-fired generators and solar panels. It sent signals out on every wavelength in hundreds of languages. A low murmuring came out of every radio and every television. It was almost undetectable under the blare and chatter of the programs and music and news but it was there- subtly worming into the minds of everyone who listened and watched. Messages about the New Order: about how glorious it would be- about how twenty prophets of the New Order would rise from the Earth and become their glorious rulers. Every night almost every human being alive was plagued by dreams. They began to associate their current political structures and customs with these horrible visions and distanced themselves from them. They became dissatisfied but they didn’t know why. They seemed so ready for someone to control them. They begged out in their minds- silently screaming in their subconscious- for the Family to return.
But the two Family Technicians had made a mistake with the freezing process and it took nearly a hundred times as long as expected for the pods to automatically unthaw. By the time the Family would have come back to life- the fires of a population hungry for rulers they couldn’t have had already obliterated the Family home.