Attempting to Fulfil The Plan: ISOT Edition

If anyone has a spare omake, putting it on Diplomatic Efforts would be greatly appreciated. We got Crete already, so that's good, but if we could get the Emergency Government of New America as well, that'd be a significant boon to getting a counterbalance, or at least an "enemy of my enemy" vs USAF Western Command, which is currently backing New Arizona.
 
news from discordbureau! crete rolled a 5 this turn, and a priestess had a Great Ideatm regarding sicily
 
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I am in the middle of writing an omake about the details of this Great Idea.

Spoilers: It turns out it was actually a terrible idea.
 
Cannon Omake: The Sicilian Famine
The Sicilian Famine

"I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of. Some of them, I tell myself that I did what I needed to do and the costs were… acceptable. Sicily… What happened to Sicily wasn't one of them."
-Anax Rachel, Dual Kingdom of Crete and Mycenae

"They came to us with fire, iron, and promises. The first they wielded against those who stood against, the other two gifted to those who yielded. Iron for tools unlike any we had ever held, promises of greater prosperity, happiness for us and our children if we would bend the knee. When the crops failed and the hoplites came, we knew that the promises were lies."
-King Byblos, Sicily

Few people in the Age of Rust survived the 11 AE Drought unscathed. Crops failures struck the entire Eastern Mediterranean, and the majority were forced at least into tighter rationing, while worse-off places saw outright food riots. But while others saw shortages and social unrest, Sicily starved, leaving behind a legacy that has scarred relations between the island and its eastern overlord of Crete ever since, and will likely continue to do so for generations to come.

The Conquest of Sicily
Sicily was a prize almost without equal for the Dual Kingdom, with rich sulfur deposits, a large population, and an immensely valuable strategic position for controlling trade with the west (particularly the tin and amber routes.) Even after Malta's revolt against New Washington turned it into a willing vassal of Crete, Sicily still retained an immense level of importance. Starting in early 10 AE, the Cretan military under General Jessica Myers-Wilson would launch a campaign to bring the entire island under their control.

This would prove somewhat challenging, not from the capabilities of the Sicilians, who were mostly fighting with stone and the occasional bronze weapon, but from the sheer size of the island and its population of over 200,000. Only a relative handful of settlements were willing to submit without some show of force from Crete, and often soldiers would leave a settlement only for it to rebel shortly afterwards. The campaign would drag on for the better part of two years, lasting well into the summer of 11 AE before the final stubborn holdouts were brought into line.

At the time, the Dual Kingdom's leadership had good reason to be pleased with the results. While the campaign had been fairly long, it had proven a much easier affair than the one launched against Mainland Greece, owing both to the lack of Uptime weapons and expertise among their enemy, and the improved capabilities of the Cretan military. With the war over, the eastern coast of Sicily was annexed, with plans drawn up for the founding of two new Palace-Cities, Syracuse and Atlas, while the rest of the island would be ruled by a series of vassal-kingdoms, to be steadily absorbed into the Dual Kingdom proper over time as the local nobility assimilated. With both Malta and Sicily in Crete's hands, the island kingdom was poised to completely dominate the Western Mediterranean trade, effectively shutting out any of its rivals from western expansion.

Drought and Response
When the 11 AE Drought hit, Crete itself was one of the least affected nations. While crops such as Saffron would wither and an overall downturn on the economy was expected, Crete could remain food-secure thanks to its vast fishing fleet. Sicily on the other hand, was in far more dire straits. The extended campaign to conquer the island meant that much of the workforce had been battling against the Cretan invasion instead of tending to the fields. Combined with the drought, famine was virtually guaranteed on the island.

Anax Rachel Wilson was determined to do her utmost to alleviate the worst of this. Aside from her personal experience with starvation before the Event, in purely practical terms Crete couldn't afford to alienate the local Sicilians if the Dual Kingdom was to gain anything from holding the island. As such, among the various bills presented to the Senate in response to the drought was one for direct famine relief for Sicily.

Wilson expected significant resistance to this bill in particular, and was unpleasantly vindicated in this belief. While most other bills to address the poor harvest passed by relatively easily, relief for the Sicilians ran headlong into significant opposition. Many viewed it as little more than offering handouts to the enemy who had been fighting them mere weeks before when loyal Cretans were already needing to tighten their belts, and meaningful famine relief for over 200,000 people would bite deeply into the Kingdom's reserves. The bill floundered, was modified, watered down, proposed again, and was voted down again. Despite their best efforts to wrangle the Senate, Wilson and her allies struggled to pass any meaningful relief for Sicily. Eventually some minor concessions were extracted, though it was wholly inadequate and mostly limited to territory directly annexed by Crete rather than its vassals who still made up the vast majority of the island's population.

It was at this point, as the island slowly began to starve, that disaster would strike, in large part due to the actions of a single, overeager priestess.

One Turbulent Priestess
Ever since seizing Knossos, Wilson had gone to great efforts to secure the loyalty of the priesthood, allying with reformists to remove the conservatives during the initial fighting, and later purging more disloyal elements when they attempted rebellion some years later. By late 11 AE, between these efforts and the increasing influence of the Aclippean priesthood, Wilson had good reason to believe that the Priestesses were, if not entirely subservient, then at least cooperative enough.

In many ways, this assumption was correct, but Wilson's actions had created an undercurrent of sentiment that was, while not outright opposed to the Anax, moving in directions quite opposite to what she desired. Horrified to learn that their civilization had been effectively absorbed into the Mycenaean one and largely forgotten about, a number of Priestesses were becoming leading figures in a budding sense of Cretan Nationalism, determined to ensure that Crete remained a civilization that would be remembered for millennia to come, not swallowed up by those they saw as barbarians. In many ways, this was beneficial for Wilson, as such figures could be counted among her supporters for the purpose of nation-strengthening. In Sicily however, it was about to lead to total catastrophe.

Kikera, the leading Priestess in newly founded Syracuse, was among their number. Chosen for the assignment due to her vigor and loyalty, having been an enthusiastic backer of many of Wilson's reforms, she had her own thoughts on the worsening Sicilian famine. To her, the famine was something of a tragedy, yes, but more importantly, it was an opportunity to hasten the assimilation of Sicily into Minoan culture. Kikera, along with many of her allies, thought little of the native Sicilians, viewing them as savages who, at best, needed to be civilized by Crete, forcibly if need be, and be removed to make way for proper Cretan colonists if they proved intractable.

As the famine worsened, one of Kikera's first policies was to limit where the famine relief went to. Grain and fish doles from Crete were restricted, contingent on the recipients' full rejection of their old ways and embracing the Minoan pantheon and culture. Taxes across Sicily were raised as well, with the bounty likewise kept to those who assimilated or worked on various building projects (many of which included the demolishment of Sicilian religious sites in favor of Minoan structures), while other surplus was shipped back to Crete to help the homeland with its own troubles with the drought.

It wasn't long before these policies bore their rotten fruit. Many villages in or near Cretan territory found themselves unable to pay the taxes in produce, instead forced to either send their people to work as corvee labor or otherwise lose the land entirely to the benefit of the small but growing population of Cretan settlers who were becoming a new class of landowners.

Famine
As the 11 AE harvest season came to a close and the taxes were acquired, famine had already begun to sweep the island. Between the drought and the heavy taxes, most villages simply lacked the food to feed themselves, a problem that had been repeated virtually island-wide.

The burden fell particularly hard upon the Castelluccians, the easternmost of the native Sicilians. During the Conquest of Sicily, they had been some of Crete's most determined opponents, and as such, had been issued a particularly onerous tax burden, even as a significant chunk of their land was directly annexed by Crete. Petitions for aid or relief fell on deaf ears. Even in the cases where they reached Crete, it was assumed that the issue was due to known factors, namely the drought and lack of Senate approval for large-scale famine relief. No one was aware, until it was far too late, that Kikera's administration was deliberately exacerbating the problem.

Sicilians flooded into the cities, desperate for food or work with which to purchase food, and Kikera had plans on how to use the surplus of labor. Mass labor would accelerate the construction of Syracuse and Atlas, and Sicilians were recruited by the thousands with the promise of sustenance. Their relief was short-lived, as whatever nutrition was gained from meager rations was matched by the increased demands from hard labor. Those who could not work were easily replaced, as the flood of starving peasants seemed endless.

Alongside famine came disease. While the emergence of smallpox was already sounding alarm bells across the Eastern Mediterranean, in Sicily the killers were more mild diseases, ones that took advantage of immune systems weakened by malnourishment. By late 11 AE, thousands were already dead, with tens of thousands more to follow before it ended. Not merely from starvation or disease, though both would continue to claim innumerable victims each month, but from another, more bloody cause.

Riots and Rebellion
The combination of harsh taxes, widespread famine, and a total disrespect for the native Sicilian culture, coupled with the arrogance of Kikera and her subordinates had turned reluctantly subservient tribes rebellious once more and caused even loyal ones to reconsider their allegiance. By the time the Anax on Crete became aware of the full extent of these activities, it was already too late.

Resistance against Crete started with disputes between over-taxed villages and Cretan soldiers sent to enforce them, which often became physical confrontations. Before long this was joined by protests from the native vassals who were also suffering under the heavy tax burden and receiving little of the relief from the rampant famine. Rural communities and cities alike were starving, and the actions of their Cretan overlords seemed to only make things worse.

Across the months of September to November, things began to happen in rapid succession. The Castelluccians rose up in full-scale rebellion, with King Byblos calling on his people to drive the Minoan invaders back into the sea. In the Kingdom of Naro, the Cretan loyalist king lost both his throne and his life to a claimant of a more rebellious disposition, who joined with the Castelluccians in rebellion. The Kingdom of Palermo, the westernmost of Crete's vassals, would get off relatively lightly, as the king remained alive and loyal to Crete, along with most of the noble leadership. The population however, was as hungry and angry as those across the rest of the island, with village uprisings and rebellions commonplace. Across all of Sicily, rebellious tribes attacked loyalists, Cretan patrols, and granaries. Even the Dual Kingdom's own territory saw widespread rebellion, particularly in the cities where thousands of starving Sicilians had conglomerated and now rioted against their occupiers.

One such riot in Syracuse was particularly devastating, as corvee laborers assigned to the still being constructed city began using their tools on any Minoan they could get their hands on, even battling with the Hoplites from the garrison who'd intervened to put down the revolt by force. By the time the fighting was over, months of work had been undone and hundreds were dead, among them the priestess Kikera, whose policies had caused things to worsen to this point to begin with. Her death would do little to stop the growing revolt however, which by that point had spread across the entire island like wildfire.

Observing the rebellion objectively, it had little chance of long-term success. Sicily as a whole was still largely stuck with weapons of stone and occasional bronze, along with whatever iron tools that rebellious laborers now turned on their occupiers. Even among the warriors of the vassal kingdoms, Crete had been careful not to equip them with weapons that could actually threaten their hold, with most having little more than iron pikes and a few surplus crossbows. It is unlikely however, that most of the rebels particularly cared for that detail, starving and angry as they were. To them, a relatively quick death by Cretan bullets or blades may have seemed a better option than a slow one from the famine.

Upon receiving the news from Sicily, Anax Wilson was, unsurprisingly, furious. Years of planning had been undone in a handful of months, and some remarked that Kikera should consider herself lucky that she had died in the revolt before Wilson could get her hands on her. But the damage had already been done. Sicily was in an open rebellion that would need to be suppressed once more, and relations between Crete and the native Sicilians had been permanently and thoroughly damaged, and between this, the still ongoing famine, and the looming spread of smallpox, the island's future promised little more than additional suffering.
 
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Author's note: my thanks to @Fakkk who helped me write the rituals.

A Record of Promethean Rituals in the "People's Republic" by a Terramarean merchant. One of many slates recording his travels through the American states.

It's interesting to see how safety protocols are ritualised and mythologised by workers, and then further distorted by someone who has no idea of how or why this happens.
It reminds me of foreign travelogues from before the 20th century.

Come to think of it, the Prometheans would probably augment themselves with cybernetics to become 'closer to the machine' if they could. Mekhane is pleased.
The Prometheans could actually fit in really well with the Church of the Broken God. They both have their origins in ancient Greece, believe in the inherent divinity of machinery and, unlike the Mechanicus, in the need for innovation.
 
there's a really neat youtube channel that does readings of first-hand sources that i got the idea from. the merchant really doesn't get the whole industry thing, but he does see us making metal by the ton and is like, "damn this is powerful magic! if we ever do this at home i better know the proper ways to make this safe!"
 
Sicily bleeds. Good for us I suppose, and ammo for ideological arguments, but a tradgedy nonetheless.

Apart from keeping a rival busy it should make them very happy to have a secure flank, so it meshes well with our diplomatic efforts.
 
Cannon Omake: Math Is Hard
But for a few cycles ago, the lands of the Peloponnesian peninsula would not have seen such frightening change for millennia to come, when Nikostratos' bones would be but mere ashes crushed under the weight of the earth and it's many many inhabitants. For example, were one to tell him, but a mere farmer in the myriad of unnamed valley villages, that he would one day become even more knowledgeable than the priests of his childhood in matters of literature and state?

Well, he would surely ignore them, not because of their madness nor insanity, but for the simple fact that he would not even know what those words meant.

Now, though? Now he knew much more, perhaps far too much in the opinions of those smarmy priests and their temples. Well, that was one positive to come from this whole "To the people what they are owed" business at least, not having to care for what they had to say in their high and mighty attempts to link their past glory to the progress of today, by the American.

And here he was, sitting in a small council building in Tiryns with two dozen or so other farmers and fishermen, being taught about said knowledge, though for an altogether far more different usage.

"Nik? Hellooooo, earth to Nik?" the woman at the front of the classroom tried calling out.

There was one of those Americanisms striking yet again, having his name be reduced to a mere syllable. He did not necessarily hate it, but it did serve to annoy when several of his classmates were also called "Nick".

"Yes, madam teacher?" he stood up politely, glancing at his notes one last time as he did so.

"Would you mind explaining to the class what exactly division is?" she asked with a great big smile.

Bastard, she knew he wasn't focusing properly. He furrowed his eyebrows, searching for an answer in that pink mush they called a brain.

"Uhm, uh," he offered a shrug, "how many numbers there are in a number?"

"Close, Nik, but not quite correct. Please do keep your mind inside of the classroom next time during class, those kids are relying on you all to teach them after all, and it would be quite unfortunate if it turned out that their math was better than all of yours." she turned towards the blackboard, chalk in hand as Nikostratos watched with more focus than before.

"Division, as it pertains to the most simplest form of itself, is the process of calculating the number of times one number is contained within another." she said, noting down the most important parts of the sentence, though she too struggled somewhat with the mixed Greek alphabet.

Perhaps even our teachers struggle too, a continued struggle for everyone... He mused as quickly as he noted down the mathematical theory.

"For example, Philanthos, if you had 10 apples, and you wished to share them equally with your friend, Apotheni, how many would each of you have?"

Philanthos, a lumberjack from the western coast, struggled a little, but eventually managed to count himself into an answer. "5 apples, madam!"

"Good, now see, your classmate Philanthos here would have gotten that answer more easily if he used a system of division." She says, drawing a circle on the board.

"So, here, we have 10 apples-" she said, drawing the equivalent amount of apples within the circle. "And here we have Phil and Apo." she draw them both on opposite ends.

"With division, the equation is to be written as such [10 ÷ 2] which means that this one circle, is to be divided in half." she further continues, drawing a line down the middle of the circle, unveiling the end result.

"And thus, 5 apples."



It was perhaps a bit much to expect from people who did not even know how to read but a year or so ago to suddenly become teachers, but as Nikostratos stared into the textbook he held in his hands, he could perhaps here that thought within his head, screaming to be returned to the days where all he had to worry about was the hoe in his hand.

He looked at the sun outside, slowly setting, and wondered in his head how much he would have to prepare tomorrow for the coming school term that would surely be soon to begin.

He had been here for merely a month, but the knowledge crammed into his head could be measured in years as he looked through the stack of books. It was both nauseating and awe-inspiring. That they expected so much out of him, and that they demanded so much from themselves as children.

Well, it would do well that he at least tried to be better for the children that would fill his own classroom in the coming weeks. If even they could learn what he was learning at 40, then surely it wouldn't be that bad for the coming generation?
 
Sicily bleeds. Good for us I suppose, and ammo for ideological arguments, but a tradgedy nonetheless.
Beyond the more cynical arguments, I wonder if this ends up actually confirming a lot of the anti-uptime bias that our leadership has. After all, half the reason we started out this whole thing is because of disgust for uptime attitudes towards downtimers, but the one uptime-led polity that didn't seem to be a complete horror show with regards to downtimer rights was Crete. And now they just went ahead and caused what's probably the worst mass starvation since Tucson first got sent back. Sure, there's probably going to be some noise about the priesthood causing this, but I doubt anyone is going to see that as anything more than a cynical powergrab, or if we do end up believing that excuse, we'll still largely see it as a direct result of Wilson's shenanigans in Crete.

Although at the end of the day, I don't think it makes much of a difference, since relations were never going to be anything more than cordial, and Crete's crimes doesn't change our need for trade partners, so I don't think this will hold anything back too much. Just, like you said, we're gonna win all the ideological arguments now :V
 
Beyond the more cynical arguments, I wonder if this ends up actually confirming a lot of the anti-uptime bias that our leadership has. After all, half the reason we started out this whole thing is because of disgust for uptime attitudes towards downtimers, but the one uptime-led polity that didn't seem to be a complete horror show with regards to downtimer rights was Crete. And now they just went ahead and caused what's probably the worst mass starvation since Tucson first got sent back. Sure, there's probably going to be some noise about the priesthood causing this, but I doubt anyone is going to see that as anything more than a cynical powergrab, or if we do end up believing that excuse, we'll still largely see it as a direct result of Wilson's shenanigans in Crete.

Although at the end of the day, I don't think it makes much of a difference, since relations were never going to be anything more than cordial, and Crete's crimes doesn't change our need for trade partners, so I don't think this will hold anything back too much. Just, like you said, we're gonna win all the ideological arguments now :V
The issue with that is Crete's actions are the direct result of downtimer priestesses on the ground in Sicily, and I imagine it will be pretty easy to tell Crete's uptimer leadership is not okay with this. which if anything this is a lesson in "You need to be careful with how you tell downtimers about OTL history"

Also might further our Character's distrust of priests.
 
The issue with that is Crete's actions are the direct result of downtimer priestesses on the ground in Sicily, and I imagine it will be pretty easy to tell Crete's uptimer leadership is not okay with this. which if anything this is a lesson in "You need to be careful with how you tell downtimers about OTL history"

Also might further our Character's distrust of priests.
That's true, but it also becomes a question of "who started this invasion in the first place?" And that's where things get a lot sketchier. It's doubtful that they didn't recognize this as a possible risk at all, they just thought it was worth taking. So I think it'll be a combination of both aspects that get emphasized.

And also it lets me envision wildly unfair propaganda if we were ever to go to war:

 
That's true, but it also becomes a question of "who started this invasion in the first place?" And that's where things get a lot sketchier. It's doubtful that they didn't recognize this as a possible risk at all, they just thought it was worth taking. So I think it'll be a combination of both aspects that get emphasized.
I mean if the harvest had rolled better this wouldn't be a problem. If there's a bad harvest roll after our invasion of Attica, there's a serious risk for starvation among the people we just liberated.

And also it lets me envision wildly unfair propaganda if we were ever to go to war:
Wilson: "Oh so we're defending American cops now, are we?"
 
i love me some propagandistic mudslinging. be a hypocrite! go for the low blows! the angrier the other side is the worse their insults are!
 
I guess we should take care not to have our own Sicily moment with the upcoming invasion. It's certainly gonna be a spicy time to invade, with both famine and disease running rampant, aswell as peasant uprisings.
 
we do have an inherent advantage in that of... not wanting to do cultural genocide. at least, not until our bureaucracy ossifies, but we've taken measures against that by inducting downtimers into the council, and hopefully they're the zealous convert types. so at the very least in our country if we're starving everyone's starving.

hopefully once we get book printing up we can start really educating our people on democracy and stuff to actually get to the 'all power to the soviets' part of the vanguard
 
we do have an inherent advantage in that of... not wanting to do cultural genocide. at least, not until our bureaucracy ossifies, but we've taken measures against that by inducting downtimers into the council, and hopefully they're the zealous convert types. so at the very least in our country if we're starving everyone's starving.

Sort of? There are logistical challenges to transporting all of your food supplies from the Peloponnese to Attica, and also increasing taxes in the Peloponnese to the point where there's a risk of starvation to feed people they have never met would be extremely unpopular. People are going to continue starving until at least a few months after the conclusion of the war no matter what, although the end of fighting/mass issuance of steel tools/abolition of slavery should end it within one or two harvests.

Alternatively, if smallpox kills a large number of people shortly after harvest, food consumption might drop enough for stockpiles to be sufficient for the remainder of the year.
 
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Man, all these omakes are so amazing, so cool we have so many passionate writers in this thread! I wish I was able to motivate myself to write fanfic so easily...

But with Crete's hold on Sicily damaged and our upcoming war against wannabe spartans after the famine, the years 11-12 AE will be known as a time of troubles.

there's a really neat youtube channel that does readings of first-hand sources that i got the idea from. the merchant really doesn't get the whole industry thing, but he does see us making metal by the ton and is like, "damn this is powerful magic! if we ever do this at home i better know the proper ways to make this safe!"
What youtube channel was that? It sounds worth sharing with the class! And yeah, making many tons of metal per day must seem like magic to downtimers, or even a few uptimers. Just what is most of our iron being used for?
 
What youtube channel was that? It sounds worth sharing with the class! And yeah, making many tons of metal per day must seem like magic to downtimers, or even a few uptimers. Just what is most of our iron being used for?

it's a channel called Voices of the Past! https://www.youtube.com/@VoicesofthePast
it uploads semi-regularly, and it activates the neurons in me that love hearing other the portions of the past that make them sound like people and not like automatons that acted until we had modern day. there was this video of china describing early christians that was my specific inspiration
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOc7XtqH5OE&ab_channel=VoicesofthePast

i really like this quest because it hits a couple of things that i really like, uplift, isekai, and it's easy to write slice of life for it. i'm in the middle of writing a tired father taking his 5 year old to a labor day celebration. personally my favorite things i've written are the frat boy bureaucrat and the drill sergeant's speech, and i'm glad we've gotten to the point where my plurality on omakes is being threatened.

please comrades! write more!
 
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The integration of Attica is probably gonna suck, best way out of it would hope that next year has a good harvest so we can supplement our own reserves with food imports. Shame we can't start trade with Egypt yet.
 
Cannon Omake: A Fatherly Discussion
Dionysus was beleaguered, sighing as he watched his oldest son of five years run around and around a pole with twenty odd other children. Kyreus cheered and laughed with the other children as his stumpy little legs carried him back and forth between the other children holding a ribbon that was slowly weaving itself down the pole. He had been begging Dionysus to come to the Labor Festival all last year since he had heard of it, saying he was going to help with every maypole.

The child was bursting with energy and his wife was still recovering. He felt anxious about leaving her with the children, but he had promised before E-ra that he would take him, so here he was. Standing next to a buffet table, full of meat, bread, and wine.

"I know that sigh." Dionysus started a little at the oddly accented voice beside him, and went to take a sip of his wine to cover it up. Gods, he was tired. He looked over to see an American, surprisingly, wearing a strange friendly smile that didn't reach his bagged eyes. Dionysus grunted, and took another sip.

The American held out his hand and it took Dionysus a second to remember that he's supposed to grip it. "The name's Richard, and Jesus, you look tired. Your kid wearin' you out that much?"

Dionysus nodded, paying no mind to the strange words and phrasings. "Well met, Richard, I am Dionysus. Not just him, the little ones at home tire me as well. I'm not getting much sleep, but my wife is still recovering from her latest. It was a hard birth, so it's fallen to me to take up her duties as well."

"Oof, yeah, when Jess had Emily," Richard pointed to a seven year old red-haired girl skipping around the outer ring of the maypole, "We remembered how dangerous births can be and decided to cool our jets, and still ended up with another one three years later. She's off with her right now, loves helping with cooking. How many kids you got, any of them here?" Dionysus was a bit confused about why they had so few, even despite the peril, but he supposed the couple didn't have sex all that often, if he was understanding the strange idiom correctly.

He pointed to his son laughing and running with the white ribbon as it slowly made its way down the pole. "We have five right now, we were blessed with twins, but I'm here with my oldest, Kyreus. Even with the school feeding and taking care of him 5 hours every day, and my handing him chores he has boundless energy." Richard nodded in commiseration, and raised his cup and took a drink. "His teacher complains often that he's easily distracted and won't sit still, and he has trouble remembering what I told him what to do even moments ago."

"Ah, yeah." Richard says blandly, "That sounds like ADHD alright. I'm pretty sure that Emily has that and autism, too." That drew Dionysus up short.

"What?" He said dumbly, to which Richard looked at him dumbly. Two very tired fathers stared at each other for a small while until Richard connected the dots.

"Oh! Right, uh. They're, umm… mental disorders?" He said questioningly, waving vaguely at his head, unable to think of any Achaean words to use instead.

"What?" Dionysus, of course, didn't understand. Richard drew his brows together, visibly struggling to think of how to explain.

"Their brains are… different? They think differently and focus on different things and stuff. Like, you said Kyreus is impulsive, hyperactive, and has trouble paying attention? That all comes with the package."

Dionysus was stumped, and a bit worried. "There's something wrong with his head?" he glances over at his firstborn, "is there, is there anything I can do to fix him?" Dionysus had worked hard not to hit any of his children, but he knew that sometimes it takes force to teach an ox, and his tired mind was having difficulty processing.

"No!" Richard exclaimed, "No no, there's nothing wrong with him, and it's his brain, there's nothing you can do to change that." He paused, "His neurons are basically always fired up all the time." Richard took another gulp of wine.

Dionysus looked at Richard intensely. He knew Americans knew much more about the ways of the world and the gods, and he wanted to know what this Richard knew about his son. "What are neurons? What does their fire have to do with his mind, and why do my son's burn so much!?"

Richard blew out a long breath, "Calm down, it's ok, this isn't urgent." Richard took a good amount of time to think on how to explain neuroscience to a mildly distraught and very tired bronze age peasant. "Ok, so. Neurons are the tiny parts that make up your brain, and they send and respond to signals and messages from your senses and your thoughts, you get me so far?"

Dionysus nodded and pictured little men in his head running back and forth telling each other things, "Yes. Little men who tell each other things."

Richard held up a finger, then lowered it, "Eeeh, good enough. So, typically these… little men-" "You can call them neurons, I understand now." "-these neurons talk to each other at a… walking pace. They have methods they go through, and aren't very rushed. However, someone with ADHD, which means… attention lacking hyperactive disorder?" Richard did his best to translate from English, "Have neurons that rush through things. They're constantly sending messages back and forth, and change their focus on a dime. Really disorganized with a lot of activity. If you had a regular brain and an ADHD brain lit up by activity side by side the ADHD one would be much brighter."

By the time Richard got through his explanation the children had finished with the maypole, and both Kyreus and Emily ran up to them. They both stopped to look at each other before looking back at their fathers. Kyreus spoke first, cutting off Emily "Papa, where's the next maypole!? I'm dizzy and I want to go again!"

Emily spoke in English as she grabbed a roll and a shish kebab off the table, "Dad! Did you see the way the ribbons wove together? It was so cool! Can I go play at the apple bobbing bucket?"

The fathers looked at each other, then Dionysus looked down and said, "Kyreus, I don't know. However, you just ran leagues, eat some first, and rest, then we will find another maypole." While handing him three rolls that he stuffed his face with. Kyreus sat on the ground at his father's feet.

Richard knelt down and pat Emily on her head, "it was! Now, go ahead sweetie, I'll be right here talking to my friend Dionysus, and then I'll be right after you." Emily clapped and ran off, "Don't run with sharp things, you'll poke your eye out!" She slowed down to a walk that was trying really hard to be a run.

Dionysus looked at his child and then back to Richard. "So his mind burns brighter, and with less discipline. What can I do?"

Richard scratched the back of his head while he looked after Emily. He felt awkward talking about the kid while he was right there, but he wasn't going to tell him he needed to leave. "I mean, the most you can do is try to help him work around it? Come up with coping mechanisms, have him make checklists for chores to help him remember, teach him to calm down when he gets worked up and think things through, get him fidget toys to occupy his body while his mind thinks. Basically either use external things to anchor his mind, or techniques to get it under control. Just don't try to force things, and see what works."

Dionysus nodded, seeing the wisdom in his advice. "I will keep that in mind. Is that what you do with your Emily?"

"Yeah, I try, though it's different with her."

"Ah, yes, you mentioned something else. What is… Autism?" Dionysus tried to pronounce the word correctly.

"Oh. It's a whole different thing, um. So with ADHD the neurons are hyperactive and disordered, right?" Dionysus grunted in affirmation, "So autism is when those neurons… uh, act differently. They have different… types of messages? It's like they speak a weird dialect then usual, and don't quite understand how people with regular neurons think."

"A whole other language in your mind?" Dionysus had a hard time conceiving of such a thing.

"Papa, what do you speak with him about?" Kyreus asked with crumbs falling from his mouth, having just finished his second roll. Dionysus pursed his lips, unsure how to explain.

"We speak about the different ways people's minds think."

"Oh, ok!" he said, and bit into his last roll.

Richard chuckled a bit at the exchange, "Well, the specifics aren't really easy to explain, but to put it simply autistic people have trouble, to varying degrees, understanding social cues and body language, making eye contact, they tend to take things literally and can be obsessive about certain topics, make repetitive gestures or sounds, or a number of other things. And all those symptoms can be there or not, it's a spectrum. You can be very autistic or just mildly. Mostly it's important to just treat them like regular people and not shame them for things they can't control."

Dionysus nodded, understanding that this wasn't the best explanation he could get, but was grateful to learn about it anyway. The advice on how to deal with his son alone was invaluable, and if one of his other children turned out to be… autistic he at least knew what to ask about.

Neurons, what an interesting concept. Messengers in your mind that communicated the outside world to your inner spirit. Fascinating.

He looked down and noticed his son about to finish his food. "Thank you for the discussion, Richard, I'm grateful for your wisdom and advice, and I hope it helps me in raising my children." He clasped Richard's arm, then took Kyreus by the hand, "Come Kyreus, let us find another maypole." Kyreus cheered, and started pulling him by the arm in his eagerness.

"No problem man, I gotta catch up to Emily, see you around!" Richard waved goodbye while walking off. He still had the whole rest of the day ahead of him.
 
Cannon Omake: Socialism For The Bronze Age
Socialism for the Bronze Age

First, citizen, a note on the title - it is not meant to demean or suggest your time is lesser. It is simply the reality that this time is different than the one we are from, and so we must adapt. The material conditions (who rules and how) are different. How we go about creating a world of prosperity for all must also be different.

Let us speak of these conditions, of how the lands of old Mycenae were ruled and organized before the Popular Republic came to be. The Wanax ruled all, and under him were many nobles. These nobles ruled vast estates of land, on which the peasants toiled away. The peasantry were the ones who provided the food, timber, stone, cloth, and countless other resources the nobles consumed. In return, the nobles made decisions for the peasantry, issued punishments when they were displeased and seized vast amounts of the food and resources the peasants produced.

You may notice that the nobles received the better end of the deal. They maintained this privileged position with violence and brutality.

This is what existed before. It was an unjust existence, in which the many who labored were oppressed and exploited by the few, the products of their labors were stolen, and their blood was shed at the slightest provocation. Now, we seek to establish something better along the lines of a few principles.

First, and most important, is that all people should have a right to take part in discussions and debates in governance, from how much they are taxed to what those taxes should be spent on. If they cannot personally take part in such debates, due to distance or other vital work, they should be able to elect representatives who can speak for them, with the power to recall and replace these representatives.

Second is that the prosperity of the workers must be upheld. This is not just the material prosperity, that they should have enough to eat (and eat well) and enough clothing to wear, but that they should have medicine for their sicknesses, education to satisfy their minds, and the right to enjoy their religious and spiritual practices without oppression or censure. And furthermore, this prosperity must increase. The machines of the Americans can increase the yield from the fields, drive away terrible sicknesses, and produce vast amounts of goods. All must be taken advantage of.

Third is that these rights must be defended. It is not just a matter of external defense from the countless powers who would see the citizens of the Republic locked back in chains, but an internal defense against those who would divide or oppress us and those who would deny power and prosperity to the common worker.

This is simply a brief explanation. There is much more than can be said, on matters ranging from the protection of the environment so our children might enjoy green fields and rich forests to the development of education to the protection of cultural rights. If you would seek to know more, seek out the local members of your political cadre.
 
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