In some market segments, Jessica Tanaka was considered (and thanks to communications lag, probably
still is) the poster child for insightful investigative reporting. For decades her distinctive mathematically calculated bangs and shoulder length hair framed a face dominated by piercing blue eyes behind red-rimmed glasses and a serious expression.
Sometimes, during her thirty year career on call with Hermes-Ishtar, Tanaka had liked to pretend that she really
was the hard nosed investigative journalist, but really, she just played one online. Her life had been simple, really: get a script from someone at Hermes-Ishtar, show up to the right place, get recorded speaking seriously, maybe record some voice overs. Sometimes for variety she would interview someone else who was also probably a Hermes-Ishtar contractor.
Sometimes what she'd reported seemed to be entirely on the up and up (usually the reporting on the other Charter's sins, but she'd considered it impolite to mention it), sometimes the reports were clearly part of some program or game; reports on alien invasions, zombie swarms and the like. And sometimes she just went on camera and lied for money, told people outright lies they should be expected to believe as truth.
For thirty years, the guilt ate at her from behind an earnest face and reassuring voice, but… without the regular work, how else was she supposed to afford the longevity treatments that keep her youthful and alive? The only other option was an illegal suicide and the kind of debts that weighed one down under the financial mass of a hundred stars.
Threats of such debts were the last straw for her actually. When some Hermes-Ishtar had come to her with a script decrying the violence and depravity of the homeless savages and wanna-be pirates rioting in Elysium's cities, she hadn't just thrown the entire offer back in his face, but an entire fist as Jessica Tanaka had finally declared that her integrity was no longer for sale.
And now? Now that Hermes-Ishtar was gone? Well, thinks Jessica Tanaka as she fires up the recording equipment built into her clothing, she might as well try to be a real journalist. She'd already signed up with the newborn Citizen Journalists Association after all
One last check of her reflection a nearby window to pat down the closely cropped rainbow-coloured hair spilling over the headband containing her recording package, inspect her newly coloured bright red irises, and to adjust the cuffs on her still very professional black blazer and red blouse and she was good to go.
The reporter stepped forth into a raucous street party that had broken out with the completion of the referendum that had cemented Radiant's new democracy.
And one, two, three! Jessica turns on the eXperience Playback sousveillance tech she'd used to use for voyeur broadcasting and market research participation. (Just for a bit of extra company credits to make ends meet. Like everyone else she'd ever met.)
She takes in the sights, sounds, and smells of the downtown square she'd chosen to broadcast from. She just breathes for a good fifteen seconds as her augmented vision contacts alert her to a few dozen people joining her XP stream. Breath in, smell and taste the experience of cooking food, breath out, and let the sounds of happy chatter and background music wash over her.
She begins to narrate, her tone lighter than she used to use for her 'Very Serious Investigative Journalist' persona, "This is Downtown Persephone, (Is this what a real journalist does? She hopes so. Or at least hopes that she fakes her new career well enough that she picks up how to
properly report on events as she goes) shortly after nightfall."
She turns to look at a group of men and women standing around some sort of heat printer, hissing and puffs of steam emerging from atop it, "As soon as the referendum results came in declaring that we would be governed under the Congress of Elysium Industries, Communities, and Peoples proposal the men and women of the Agriculture, Botanicals, and allied Chemists Union set up a… grill in the middle of the main square to physically prepare their produce and distribute it for free."
The only reason that her mouth doesn't water thinking about eating real, fresh food is that she'd already eaten before beginning her broadcast, "Speaking from experience, they're very good, uhm, grillists. There's a thing they do with some of the Chemists' salts and the vatbeef, that uh," she pauses, "I guess it's not strictly better tasting than something you'd get from a machine or franchise." Time for the line she'd thought of an hour ago that'd inspired her to make her broadcast from here, "It could just be the taste of freedom!"
She has a sensible chuckle at her own pun, and turns her attention to a band of women near the grill, stopping for moment to absorb the sound of paced melodic electronic music accompanying a deep voiced woman singing about having a man in every port from Zeropoint to Sol to Endpoint and back again.
"Crew from one of the inner system freighters, I was told earlier that their instruments are fashioned from shipboard equipment and common repair tools."
Jessica turns to go walk over to an old woman telling stories of life on Earth to a group of rapt children and nearly slams into a handsome young man standing still in the middle of the street and looking up at the night sky.
"Shit, sorry." Jessica backs up and looks at the young man: dusky skin, clean shaven a bit on the short side, long auburn hair tied up in a ponytail, green eyes, wiry but solid build, age a bit indeterminate, but giving off a youthful vibe. Overall, Jessica observes, quite a handsome specimen of humanity.
"It's sor-, it's-" the young man leans forward, looking around conspiratorially, "I don't know you but, okay. Okay, like, kayfabe aside, out of character, like. No game. Like. Is this real?" he looks around the street and raises a single hand flat and draws across the air in a circle in front of him with an exaggerated motion, "Like, real, not. Not. Not a game?"
With a thought to her headband Tanaka adjusts her recording equipment slightly as she nods, "As real as I am," she says as she pinches her own face, causing a slight blush.
"Oh fuck." he says, face going slack in shock, and raising a hand to cover his mouth, "No, wow. I," he looks up at Asphodel hanging in the night darkened sky again, and the stars beyond, "I don't haaave to go to wooork tomorrow." he says in wonder, drawing out the words like they are new and unfamiliar to him.
"Nope. We're free. You can do whatever you want." she says with a matter of factness that sticks shocks her and makes her smile inside and out.
"Oookay," says the young man, suddenly very chipper, "I always hated serving coffee for that bastard anyway," he says almost as an aside before he looks back at Jessica, the smile in his eyes matching the smile of his mouth. "I want to do something with my
hands!"
He holds his hands up between the two of them, "I want to fucking
have something I made, I want to own shit I made myself, no more renting everything from the company's merch store."
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Journal Entry of M Chakrabarti, Congressional Delegate-Elect:
April 17th, Sunny -some fluffy clouds.
Referendum is over. The Congressional block won. I was in the association office when the results came in. I think I shouted myself stupid cheering all night even when Ali did that dumb mime-dance routine. Definitely drank myself stupid last night too.
Honestly thought the Councilists had it. Though the Anarchists gave it a good run too.
Disturbing thought: I wonder if the fact that H-I divided everyone into smaller and smaller market demographics had anything to with people being comfortable breaking into smaller groups as the basis of our politics. Though I must say that we aren't merely passive demographics, we try to be actual communities. I think that's the difference.
I hope that's the difference.
One last thought: I will say that one thing the results show is that almost no one is interested in sticking to the methods of the Compact, we're firmly forward looking, away from Sol and into the stars.
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As the first session of the All-Radiant Congress of Unions, Industries, Communities, and Peoples (Radiant Congress, or Elysian Congress to everyone who isn't a massive pedant) starts, one of the first orders of business for the freshly seated body is to sort out exactly what assets that Radiant had on hand. Thanks to a hasty server smashing by a HI junior executive, it would take a while to take a full accounting of every asset that the Radiant system had, but the Congress is being rapidly made aware of a few aces in the hole the system has:
(You got one free secret bonus technology aspect with the system. You get one more Asset aspect for free, you can then pick more Assets as long as you also pick a corresponding Liability.) Voting is by plan
[X] [Asset] Prototype Hermes-Ishtar Wormhole tech.
-In the opening session of the Congress, the Committee of Scientists decide to show up every other delegation by ushering an excited team of scientists who had, just weeks ago, been restricted to a top secret island in the southernmost of Elysium's archipelagos. Performatively burning their NDA agreements (An act requiring them to print out physical copies of the infamous Hermes-Ishtar NDA) the scientists inform the Congress that Hermes-Ishtar had been on the cusp of a revolutionary new technology that could open up the secrets of faster than light communications and even human scale instantaneous interstellar travel.
-New prototype technology research unlocked
[ ] [Asset] Market data on…
everyone. You think.
-Before Independence, an entire
quarter of every message carried by Hermes-Ishtar's couriers and communications networks had been stored inside the servers of Radiant. Picking this option means that during the uprisings, partisans managed to take the servers intact before Charter-loyal personnel could purge them. If you take the time to crack open the servers, you could have access to all but the most serious internal communications of the Charters in your area of the galaxy. Or at least metric megatonnes of marketing data for your entire Market Segment. Picking through all the data to find what's
useful may take time, but finding broad navchart updates and resource transport timetables for your surrounding systems shouldn't be hard.
-Intelligence about your surrounding area
[ ] [Asset] Task Force Defiance.
-When the uprisings raced across the Radiant system, Hermes-Ishtar had been reliant upon a hired Ares task force to restore order. However, the Ares personnel had been stationed on Elysium long enough to put down roots (in this, you have to thank typical Hermes-Ishtar cheapness) and summarily shot their Hermes-Ishtar reps and Charter-loyal officers on the spot and declared loyalty to the ad-hoc alliance of rebellious organizations that would eventually become the Elysian Congress. Picking this option gives you the loyalty of the newly rechristened Radiant Congressional Navy Ship
Defiance, a midsized Ares-built Escort Carrier and her attendant corvettes and drones.
(Can't be taken with [Liability] No warships)
[ ] [Asset] Quiet Revolution
-Thanks to an improbable streak of luck and coincidences, at this moment news of independence and Congress' formation hasn't left Radiant. This can't last, but perhaps you can exploit this in order to buy more time until you have to worry about Charter or Compact retribution.
-Add a random amount of time until Hermes-Ishtar and the other Charters headquartered in Sol learn about Radiant's independence
(Can't be taken with along with [Liability] Loud and Proud)
[ ] [Asset] Interrupted H-I Project
-The materials for a brand-new set of luxury seaside resort homes just arrived on the last ship in before the revolution. Now, the site stands empty and you have a large shuttle's worth of building materials-- and the solar panels, (fission) battery reactors, and (small) fusion reactors to power the equipment that'll put it together.
-Gain 50 BR and 25 E at start.
(Can't be taken with [Liability] Empty Coffers)
[ ] [Liability] Empty Coffers
-When Vice President Yang realised that Hermes-Ishtar was about to be overthrown he ordered the sabotage of the entire system's stockpiles of resources. You will start with no BR, SR, or E stockpiles. (Can't be taken with [Asset] Interrupted H-I Project)
[ ] [Liability] No Warships
-Sadly, during the course of the revolt every warship in the system was scuttled by Charter loyal crews or destroyed at dock over the course of the revolt. At the moment Radiant has no purpose built warships and is defended by converted civilian ships and crash built drones and mines.
-Start with only converted civilian craft for military use
(Can't be taken with along with [Asset] Task Force Defiance)
[ ] [Liability] Armed Charter Loyalists
-Not everyone has accepted the new democracy. Armed Charter loyalists have gone into hiding and will take measures to sabotage Elysium's attempts to build an independent democracy. At the moment you don't even know
why anyone would stay loyal, much less remain violent partisans. But they are, so now you have to figure out what to do next.
-You will gain maluses to random rolls until this issue is dealt with
[ ] [Liability] Loud and Proud
- Now that you think about it, perhaps sending Yang's cuffed walk to the transport that would take him into secure confinement while cheering the end of the local Charter as the last "official" piece of media to Hermes-Ishtar was not the brightest idea. Nearby executives know pretty much the full extent of what you've done, and will undoubtedly start immediately doing what they can with local assets to put your revolution down to vie for a promotion.
-Start with a diplomacy malus with nearby Charter controlled Systems (Which means
all of them)
(Can't be taken with along with [Asset] Quiet Revolution)
[ ] [Liability] Conspiracy Theorist Movement
-As a sad consequence of the hard to find line between fact and entertainment under Hermes-Ishtar rule the past several decades have seen the growth of a movement utterly divorced from all reality (even by Hermes-Ishtar standards). While the shock of the rebellion and independence broke millions from this dissociated state, there is still a significant fraction of the population who believe independence and the founding of the Congress is yet another step in an unfathomable plan imposed by a nebulous "them." (Possibly aliens, possibly malevolent ASI, or even possibly an ancient blood-sipping cult.) While not violent, their protests and refusal to cooperate with the rest of the populace will almost certainly result in de facto sabotage.
-You will gain maluses to random rolls until this issue is dealt with.
"A/N:" said:
Next turn we should be settling into the core voting loop.