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White Gloves Play Inside Baseball, Part 1: Masters and Commanders (Mid to Late March, 2256)

White Gloves Play Inside Baseball, Part 1: Masters and Commanders (Mid to Late March, 2256)



Silvia Greene Running The Delegate Table… Years Early?
--50%+1 to Win
The question on everyone's mind, then, is the delegate math for an upcoming challenge within a few years. The primary elections are not that far, and Silvia Greene seems to have taken well the lesson that superdelegates might be her salvation. Already there are a few delegates that have effectively switched from being "OK" to being "all Greene" even as there's a few PHRL delegates that have switched towards being "All Green" cutting off even further any possibilities for a "practical unity coalition of desperation governance" as was proposed early in January.

Among the more interesting pickups are Enrico Bernadette from Atlantis and Horatio Nguyen and Yomo Renji from the JDAP's functionally defunct Penglai seats, which shows a surprising amount of ruthless practicality considering the moralisms that Greene is known for. Penglai, after all, does not acknowledge any of the representatives as valid. Greene of course has plenty of Penglai allies, but there were some who thought she might hesitate to continue chasing down what some radicals within her section of the party have called "phantom seats." Instead, she seems to be aiming to grab anything she can.

There are several theories that would explain this, but the most obvious is that, as with sports teams, she has a "win now" mentality. The moment is ripe, and if she wins enough support she might even get JN OK to agree to step aside and let her be the candidate. This is dangerous and some might say short-sighted, seeking to grab the reins of power within only four or five more years, but it would also fit the dire nature of the situation.

Another might be, less ambitiously, that she is simply seeking to have a pole position against JN OK, as currently her and her supporters control 47.74% of all JDAP seats, and 45% of all of the leadership positions, an increase of nearly 1.5% despite the fact that there have been no new elections and so each gain has to be made in individual delegates defecting to her side. She is rapidly approaching both the point of diminishing returns and the point of parity, at which point one has to ask what's next?

Speculation that she plans to go it her own way does not quite fit, leaving one uncertain about…


IN-SIDE Report: Protests Sour Greene's Departure for Epsilon

Protesters and counter-protesters alike have filled the street as noted politician Silvia Greene has departed for a meeting with Interstellar Prosperity Alliance (IPA) officials. This controversial JDAP politician has long been the subject of protests, and her decision to travel through Penglai upon receiving confirmation of safe passage has been treated by many as a slap in the face to Columbian expectations that they would be the pass-through system.

There seemed to be three different strands of protesting. First, a very large group of protestors against Greene who were criticizing her for the Left, toting sides that seemed to declare that her alliance with JN OK was flawed, that she was not doing enough, and more. These were led, surprisingly enough, by some Columbians from among those evacuees who took the "Ark" that Greene had helped facilitate. Despite the criticism implicit in the mass protest, they did not confront Silvia Greene and there were no signs that seemed to be threats.

This could not be said of the Humanist protests, including many Columbians, which included both threats, Humanist statements, and unmentionable incitements of ancient hatreds that are beneath the interests of any dignified report column.

The third group were her supporters, larger than the Humanist but slightly smaller than the detractors, and in the strange alchemy of protests it turned out to be the first and last against the middle, united in their hatred of Humanism. Through all of this, though, Greene seemed oddly detached, making her way through the steps to her exit as if she was not the center of a hurricane that left several injured and eventually led to the protests being broken up by the police.

Accusations against the police that say that they targeted the non-Humanists first and most violently are, of course, entirely in the same level of conspiracy theory as the rumors swirling around that she might have ginned up the Humanist protests as a way to draw attention to herself or make them look bad, as some claim with gestures towards crisis actors and internal spies setting up banners highlighting not her anti-human actions, but instead her race or religious group…

[See Under Fold to continue]


A Sacred and Terrible Air: What Greene's Visit Tells Us About Gagarin
BlogWire Platform--Gagarin Radical Analysis

Gagarin's politics have always been odd. The VDC, the IPA (and before that MSI, nobody should be deluded enough to think they're completely different) and their nearness to KC meaning that SolNav also gets a shot at them. So twenty-six million people remain torn several ways, and yet the politics of the system are still up for grabs. Even the IPA people, while they tow the line, are willing to be bought for a song and a promise of a bit of graft. It's hard to tell if that's what Greene wants, but she did stopover for a day in Gagarin to take the sights. Met with IPA people, VDC people, KC people, SolNav people, even some pissed off Penglai refugees who probably thought she was the next best thing to Satan for agreeing to move through that war-torn hellhole without going through Columbia as well, as they would call it. But she made up some ground, she made it clear that she respected the VDC but wasn't willing to close the door on the IPA when she clearly had some political goal for going towards Mary Zhang's shrine as the Living Saint of Third Way-ism without technically being Humanist.

What should we think of it? We should make ourselves heard as much as we are able, but it's clear that Greene is playing some larger game, and the problem is that this doesn't matter and shouldn't. We shouldn't refuse to protest someone because she might have a plan for five-year liberal reforms. She needs to have her feet to the fire, she deserves for there to be a sacred child behind her whispering, "Remember, you are mortal." She is all too mortal, all too defeatable, and yet she seems tireless, she seems to be driving endlessly towards an election years in the future.

But what about today? What about tomorrow? I was at the protests against her, the ones that once again fought the counter-protests against her as much as her, and I made it clear where things stand. She is drawing larger and larger crowds, despite the fact that as far as I know she doesn't have a style where she gives huge rallies in front of angry crowds. She's reserved, she's quiet, and she's at the heart of controversy.

It's gotta end in blood sometime, just like Gagarin. There's no world where this cold shit doesn't go hot. There's no world with an atmosphere that can't--won't--turn into a fireball.



Break In At Greene Office
--KC STAR

An attempted break-in at the offices of MP Sivilia Greene (JDAP) was foiled last night. Reports are sparse about the details, except that those breaking in seem to have been protesters of one kind or another. The last year has seen a 57% spike in direct confrontations between MPs and their constituents, including two assassination attempts and one death, and death threats have increased by 217%. This trend has been decried by constitutional scholars, including Doctor of Philosophy Renetta Thu-Morton, from Chandler University who said this, "Ultimately this incident is only an example of the way that politics has grown ever more personal with the rise of anarchist anti-structuralism. However I don't want to blame this all on anarchism, because all politics have been growing more personal by the year since before I was born. Instead of merely blaming anarchism, we need to recognize that in the last few years the structures of society have begun to topple, and that this has sped up in the last year. This has resulted in an increasing reliance on personalities to create stability where parties are collapsing all the time, and has led to a rise in Personalism. Even Greene, whose brand tends to discourage personal affect, has been caught up in the cycle."

Doctor Winifred Percy, of the same university, claims that, "Greene has nobody to blame but herself. She has made herself a personal figure, a messiah for the closeted anarchists. Of course such a public figure then gets a taste of her own medicine."

At the time of this article, there is no information about the identity of the criminal or criminals responsible, except for a statement by the police that they are handling the matter.


RESTRICTED: Our Historical Masters, and
The Wearing of the Greene: What Is To Be Done?
--HumanWire, Human Fire: A Spacer's Place for Humanism

The usual line that we give to rooks who barely have kidskills is that things started going downhill when Augments were created, and it hasn't helped at all, sure. The ferals have always caused problems and the gear-heads are cunning and greedy little fuckers, yeah, sure. But if you're reading this opinion article it's because you want the HARDCORE shit, not the weak shit we deal out to weak nobodies. It's not that it's not true that Augments beyond the bare minimum needed for Spacer life take away something, and that even that bit of it is a sacrifice to the Void, a cup held to eternity. But there's a difference between letting your soul fly a little in the void and selling it entirely to stop being a person.

But we know that it's the bankers that bankroll these monstrosities. Plenty of the ferals are either born too stupid or lose all their human intelligence when they sell their souls to stop being human. And who are the bankers? Throughout human history, it has been clear who they are. Patriots, even those who were vile anarchists like Joseph Stalin, knew who their ultimate enemies were at the bottom of it.

Throughout human history there has been a small, secretive clique of people, who introduced capitalism to the world, an evil that the galaxy is in the process of slaying… and in many cases replacing with the worse evil of anarchism. These people were insular as well as secretive, full of strange rituals and ultimately working best in secret or through persuasion rather than direct force because they knew they were weak. Smart but weak, unlike their tools then, and unlike their perfect tools, the Ferals.

This clique of rich bankers and elites are known as the Jews, a shadowy minority religious group that is behind every evil that has ever been perpetrated in human history.

And what is Silvia Greene, the champion of the Auggies, the High-Lady of the fake Caulderists, surprised that animals aren't more grateful for her scraps, surprised that even bad Columbians won't stand with her?

She's an elitist, Augment-loving ground-loving Jew from an elitist, Augment-loving Jew family. She's everything that's wrong with the galaxy, and she's using her position, her secret powers as one of the Historical Masters, to destroy the galaxy. That she is killing the Compact does not make her evil, but what will replace the Compact is not a better, more Humane government, but one more horrifying than anyone could imagine, one that will commit genocide on all the humans, leaving only ((them)), Augments, and robots to inherit the world.

What is to be done about it, then? How can one stand against such reckless hatred of everything as Silvia Greene has, and not show it? To be so calm, to be so cold? One has to wonder how she fooled so many.

One has to wonder if there would be anything that would not be justified in the face of such evil.

Our answer is of course legally that nothing can be done. She must be defeated by electoral means, and only by taking the high road against her desire to murder you and everyone you love through policies that leave them vulnerable to Anarchist aggression can we truly triumph. Ballots, not bullets.

If you enjoyed this article, please read some of my other hard-hitting articles, including Boxed In: How to Smuggle Weapons In a Box Era and my purely historical and informative article The Deeds' The Thing which discusses the upsides and downsides of Propaganda of the Deed as a response to injustices.


Greene Passes Through Penglai Peacefully
--ChillNews (A Satirical News Channel)

Here at ChillNews, we say that no news is good news, and that good news is the only news we print. If something goes bad, if someone is hurt, you can hear it from other outlets. So we are happy to report that despite fears of anarchist attacks, Silvia Greene has been unmolested. She delivered a message to the current government, newly formed after the then-longest coalition collapsed for reasons that I'm sure aren't important and don't have to do with JDAP's actions at all and definitely don't have anything to do with the Dutch!

She sent a positive, uplifting, and entirely empty--and therefore good--message about hoping for peace on Penglai, though some would say that even this was an outrage as it pretended that there could be peace on Penglai as long as… but wait, we can't talk about that either, wouldn't want to be censored by Mercury-Manat.

Next up, top five cutest puppies who don't also belong to people who committed war crimes!


Greene's Visit Schedule In Epsilon Leaks
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This is a kind of Supplement and Auxiliary of sorts to the Getting Both Hands Dirty series, which WILL return before too long.
 
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Emergent Teleonomy: Part 1, True Crime
Pacific City: San Jose District

Kusanagi 519 watched from the open door of the VTOL as Pacific city went by underneath. It was a hot spring in Pacific City, unseasonably hot, and it was going to shade into a hot summer. 519 remembered when this kind of weather had left a hot kerosene stink in the air, even at high altitude. She remembered when that had become the coarse, swimming pool smell of ozone from improperly shielded fusion cells. Now, almost a year since the most recent revolution, the air smelled cleaner. Actually, what it mostly smelled off to 519's boosted senses was construction. The old skyline of Pacific City had started to bloom with new towers. One high density habitation block after another, constructed in the ruins of uninhabited investor property and old ruins. Each tower was lit up with a mass of safety lights, glistening through the bio-engineered vines that grew across them. New residential spaces. New spaces for people to attempt art, or recreation, or whatever commercial style projects.

It had been like this when she'd been very young. In the opening days of the Federation. So many new buildings. That sense of newness in the air.

She remembered the smell of smoke when the city burned. Withdrawing, retreating. Running out of everything, fighting with knives and small arms against an enemy who had drones, lasers, and orbital fire.

The crashing explosion that had blown her limb from limb. Her late induction into the brigade.

She remembered fighting again during the Fourteen Days. Only a year ago now. Up against their old foes one last time. Human Error Processor moving in with tanks and armoured vehicles against them with drones and UVIIEDS..

And then the whole city coming alive.

But still, so many had–

"Hey." A hand squeezed her shoulder. "Don't get sad on me. We're doing something cool. We might get interviewed for a podcast or something afterwards."

She glanced over at Cobra-114, her sometime girlfriend and former blood enemy. The one time Human Error Processor operator was a little shorter than 519, and still did the corporate femme thing with long white hair and a stealth suit coloured to sort of look like a one piece swimsuit. She looked like a gacha game character, which was obviously the intention. 519 in the meantime was going for a more dashing butch look, basic black suit done slightly baggier, tactical vest on top.

Out of combat, the unit didn't worry too much about uniform cut and colour so long as everyone wore the patch. It gleamed on the shoulder of each of the platoon strength units in the VTOL's troop bay. A flying locust, black on a red field, in its centre the hourglass.

Locust Army.

They were Cicadas no more.

#​

Jackie watched the VTOLs come in. They were new, with x shaped wings on top, cycling on as they began their approach. It circled once around the old police station then began to settle. The converter planes were new, with a top wing surface that could spin up to provide vertical lift and then convert over into a set of quad wings for level flight. The jetwash in rotor mode was heavy. The lifter's large wing surfaces gave it even more slap than a helicopter and the cat augment's ears flattened slightly as the aircraft touched down. Her long black hair whipped in the breeze. Beside her, Morgans, the head of the Committee, winced slightly at the downwash.

Jackie didn't like using the old police precinct. She thought it sent the wrong message. If there was one thing that the San Jose Criminal Investigation Committee didn't want to be associated with, it was the old Pacific PD. Especially not when she'd once been a member of it.

The problem of course was that you needed the functions of a police station. Pacific City's council of delegates did not see the CIC as a high priority for the provision of new buildings. Not when the Los Angeles district alone had a pre-broadcast homeless population approached five hundred thousand fully unhoused, with millions more pushed into capsule dorms or those rotting, unsafe condoplexes and three hundred year old commie blocks. Not when the city's previous utility companies had apparently been conducting an experiment on how long the old Democratic Federation infrastructure could be left without maintenance before it broke down.

In her secret heart, Jackie thought they were probably making the right decision. It was months since they'd had to connect the box-provided water purification units to the mains in her building. You could smell how clean the air was, even with the construction dust, even just from killing the worst of the cheap chemical fabricators that had operated more or less under the radar.

Still it put them in this old police post, whose top floor was still black and exposed to the elements because it had cells and secure evidence rooms and most importantly: office space. It made them, potentially, like the people who'd once lived there, and that was not an association that Jackie ever wanted.

In the courtyard below, a transporter was offloading a group of tactical robots. Heavy forty ton machines on a complex system of legs and wheels. Each one had a big laser and railgun in its central turret.

The VTOLs settled onto the pad and two squads of cyborgs and their drones began to shake loose, hopping heavily to the ground.

We're actually doing this. Jackie thought as she followed Morgan to meet the locusts. Holy shit.

#​

"You a cop before the broadcast?" 519 asked the augment who'd met them. Her VI tagged her as Jackie Cano. The same name she'd introduced her under. She was tall, though not as tall as the cyborgs, with dark skin and darker hair, done long, just about the only feminine thing about her. The kind of person who got called dashing, and stylish, and who other women giggled over secretly. A bit like 519 herself.

The woman bristled slightly. "For a little while. I quit."

"Hey, null sweat, Sis." 114 waved. "I was a Human Error Processor. I fought in the battle of LA. We were way worse."

Cano sighed slightly. "I'm from some shitty exurb in the rockies okay? I needed a job, and bought the line about cops protecting people. Then I found out what we were really doing."

"Like she said," 519 said. "No sweat. We just like to know who we're working for."

"Also you still walk like a cop." 114 grinned. "It's cute. I like the suit."

Cano coughed, cutting off the conversation by opening the door to the briefing room where half a dozen IC were waiting, mostly decked out in combat gear. 519 had been in a lot of rooms like this over the years, even though there had been a big gap in the middle where she'd received briefings through electronic uploads while hanging upside down in some old tunnel or crawl space. Even then, you sometimes had to get with a group of mortals and talk out what you were going to do.

She shouldn't call them mortals. It was a bad habit. Especially when they weren't.

There was a general staring at the Locusts, but a release of tension too. 519 had seen it a lot before with various militias, investigative committees and the like. Nobody ever wanted to call the Locusts down, but when the decision had been made, it was reassuring for the super soldiers to turn up.

The cyborgs dispersed around the room, finding seats within the ranks of IC detectives. Cano walked to the front. "Alright," she said. "Most of you know this already but we'll go over it for our guests. Here's our target."

A figure of a man appeared on the screen. A normal looking guy, tall and thin, with the slight bulge of the eyes that showed corrective implants. He looked like the kind of guy who in another age would have been bald. A real hairless energy. "This is Wayne Christie. Former LAPD SWAT officer and, so our investigation has led us to believe, likely responsible for the deaths of more than twenty women over the last fifteen years."

The LAPD, and indeed all the district PDs were very much poor stepchildren of the overwhelming Pacific PD; SWAT in particular had been regarded as a second tier unit by the real go teams, the Pacific City Rapid Response Force and Tactical Group. The Tacs and the Rapids had fought bitterly over what scraps the Solarian Marshals had left them, and mostly got fuckups and burnouts. Units like SWAT had been an order of magnitude worse, and were always scrounging for funds and recruits. Those kind of notionally elite but second or third tier units were always incredibly insular. A perfect place for a serial killer to hide. Jackie had heard much of the budget was from Hermes-Ishtar, to let them use the name in various dramas. The whole LAPD had been maintained for name recognition more than anything, the dissolution of the LAPD having been one of the first things that the Democratic Federation's pacific coastal component had enacted during its first mastery over North America.

"His victims were mostly sex workers and runaways. People who wouldn't be missed, or whose deaths could be blamed on those close to them. Records show that he was interviewed as a witness by the LAPD and Pacific PD several times but for whatever reason he was released without trial."

"Testimony from members of the union of prostitutes," she nodded to the beautiful black woman sitting at one side of the briefing room, "has been vital in identifying Christie as the principal suspect in these previously unsolved murders. We have considerable old forensic evidence from the Pacific PD vaults linking him to the crime. As of twenty hours ago, the Revolutionary Court of Los Angeles has issued a warrant for his arrest."

New slide, showing a building. A large, square box. Empty looking and abandoned. One of the mid-rise blocks of office space that appeared in little clumps wherever a Charter or one of the major multinationals had set up. One of the signs, in 519's opinion, of the sclerosis of the Compact had been the return of the giant office complex, which had been hard to sustain even before the first revolution. Modern companies, the Charters included, had recreated many of the worst practices of the 20th century, open plan offices prowled by a strata of middle managers designed to force workers into a performance of productivity, and fitted with a complex set of sensors and VIs to assess and punish minute by minute drops in productivity.

The white collar revolution had taken no time at all to dispense with both of these systems, both of which had been agreed by most workers to only decrease their actual ability to do their jobs. White collar work now took place the same way that the richer elite had done it, from home offices, or small local work shares for those who wanted geographical separation between work and home life.

The blocks themselves, though, were a problem. Even more than the investor grade buildings, which were mostly totally inefficient but at least liveable. Sewerage, windows, nothing was designed to handle residential occupancy. They were some of the few capitalist ghosts still haunting Pacific City, and the City Committee was pulling them down as fast as possible.

A good place to hide out.

"An attempt has been made to detain Christie at his usual place of residence in Santa Clara, but he appears to have gone on the run. However, witnesses have reported him near the old Santa Clara administration centre. We've managed to track him to a camp in the shopping atrium of one of these towers. However, this is where the snag happens. The suspect has close ties with several local counter revolutionary groups and former officers of the LAPD SWAT. He is known to have a number of weapons and drones. So, that's where our friends in the Locust Army come in."

She looked over at 519, who nodded and stepped forward. She let her movements be as alien as possible; you had to impress people. "Hi there. Thanks for inviting us. So our mission is to capture this guy, alive, if possible. Dead, if not." She threw up a map on the screen. "Here's how we do it."

#​

Earth was not really what 114 was expecting. She'd been here more than a year and a half and it still did not look the way it should.

She'd expected it to look like the virtual dramas she'd watched as a child about the last days of the Democratic Federation, or maybe like various crime dramas and action thrillers you saw about the mean streets of Earth. A place with real age. Old 20th century buildings, bright but tarnished 21st century work spaces to symbolise the Fin de millénaire grandeur of Earth's corporations who'd climbed so high and so fast before collapsing under their own hubris, but whose fall had given birth to a new world in the process. Or even those gigantic, Democratic Federation megastructures, always filmed to look both sinister and dilapidated with propaganda murals eternally lashed into faded megalomania by dust and rain.

The reality was just way too normal. Great portions of Pacific City were just like walking around Penglai or Columbia or Atlantis. God awful print homes of instantly rusted metal and dirty sapphire. Fucked up investor homes whose bright exterior often hid rot and the invasion of nature within. And of course, the inevitable Admin towers with their great subterranean mall spaces, born to die commercial real estate sold to dumb investors and helpless employees as a perk. Corporate kitsch masquerading as work benefit: "Employees will enjoy full access to our already dying mall." The kind of places her father had guarded from the security room. The human liability link who sat in a chair and waited to get sued if something went wrong.

He'd been a very responsible guy, who always paid his anti-liability insurance, even when it meant that they'd have to skip meals. He'd also been an extremely pilled conspiracy nut who talked a lot about the (((Hidden Masters))). He hadn't liked it when his son, who he'd been grooming on Counter-Strike, baseball, and wanderers' fire, had decided she was a woman.

There was a distinct kind of suck that came from being a minority that didn't have it worst. Non-binary people and augments, you knew they were worse off than you, but being a binary transwoman was not great. She told her parents and they suddenly expected her to be the most girlish girl ever, and became disapproved of even the slightest hint of Tomboy. 114 had always preferred to dress femme, but she still liked guns, and Counter-Strike, and her lethanim and posthumans had shattered the legions of the last empire on more than one occasion. They hadn't been particularly happy that she still wanted to fuck girls either, even if they'd been even less willing to admit it.

It was, frankly, a miracle that 114 had turned out as normal as she was. Merely being willing to murder people while dressed like a bishoujo pinup for a corporation was pretty normal, all things considered.

Really it had been a natural enough decision. She'd always loved stories of the Cicadas of Earth. Distant enough from Penglai for them to be a safe topic of furtive fascination. You could tell badass, idealistic stories of former DemFed units, dying a romantic death for a Federation that had already betrayed them, or cynical tales of the faded remnants, with only the ashen embers of their idealism, fighting their long war. Of course there were also a lot of media types that presented them as literal demons, but she never liked those. If they were supernatural, surely she couldn't become one of them.

When Omoikane had sought her out, they'd presented themselves as more or less the inheritors of the old Federation. Not the anarchist Iconoclasm of course. Never that, but the idea that some day, after the right people had built the right technology there might be a world without scarcity or want.

It had taken thirty years, and the capture by the very force she'd idolised to realise it had all been a lie. They had never really wanted to build a better future. They only wanted the aesthetics of one. Her enemies had been kinder than her employers had ever been. They'd seen her talent. Given her a squad. She had a new purpose now. A true future to fight for.

Sometimes she wondered what had happened to her father, or to her mother. Probably they were dead.

Good fucking ridance.

This admin block, though. Even without the assault prep in virtual, it was like running through a familiar Counter-Strike map. Just another white collar slave complex. She'd fought corporate rivals, Seamstresses (and, to her shame, more than some leftists) in them on Penglai, Atlantis and Columbia. She'd used seeker grenades and fuel air explosives to kill fascist holdouts in structures all but identical to this in Toronto, New York, and Brasilia.

The enemy were camping in the mall level, having stacked out one of the basement food courts which still had a functional set of food printers. Power and feed usage suggested they'd probably got an already jailbroken commercial fabricator down there and were using it to run their own little camp. Really, it was quite close to the kind of tiny commune that was appearing all across human space, as people who wanted to just dropped out, feeling no need for society.

Most dropouts who weren't racists would come back. You eventually wanted stuff your little commune couldn't build itself, and people wanted it from you. Nobody wanted these guys though. Still, it was a good way for them to hide out, up until you got detected and someone sent a platoon of Locusts after you. There had been discussion about just dropping a PGM on the place, but the local committee wanted their collar, or at least a body. Or maybe they just thought bombing their own city was a bad look. 114 wasn't sure about that. She wasn't going to kill anyone who actually surrendered, but the world would certainly be better off without them. Then again, couldn't the same have once been said about her?

They'd made entry through an old utility tunnel that one of the ex-VdCB fighters had known about. It was just the Locusts moving in. The local police and their combat crabs were still waiting in convoy on one of the nearby highways, stopped at a fake argument with a local committee who'd agreed to yell very loudly about police overreach and bringing assault armour into their district. The current cordon was sensory rather than real, but the convoy would deploy as soon as they made contact.

114's squad were moving with a tight screen, wary of microbot detectors, their ancillary guns and combat swarms flaring around them, visible only in slight motions of the carpet. The current stealth suits they wore were even better than the ones they'd had in the revolution, close fitting bodysuits designed to work naturally with the cyborgs' already cold internal organs. Her whole team knew how to move in total silence, even on hard concrete. They were a mixed force. Old HEP and VdCB operatives, newbie ex-military and revolutionary fighters, even one survivor from Helen Keller brigade.

114 didn't expect any ambush here. The walls here were thick enough it would take mines to blast through them in an ambush, and 114 was confident her sonar would alert her to such an attack in time. Still, it paid to be careful. They didn't have informational superiority in the mall itself.

Finally, they reached the area which the briefing had called the "staff only" door. This led out into the main court of the mall outside the enemy camp. 114's point woman, an ex-VdCB operative called Kusanagi-18 moved up to cover it, her microbots swarming over it for a moment then gave a thumbs up. Not wired.

<<519, this is 114.>>

<<114 go.>>

<<We're at the initial point.>>

<<628 here. Also in position.>>

<<Copy. Peek it.>>

They didn't have eyes in the main atrium. 114 extended a probe from her arm under the door and swung it around. The side of the restaurant that the enemy was hiding in had been barricaded. A single man stood outside as sentry. 114 looked around for any detectors, then, satisfied, gave 18 the thumbs up. A microbot wormed under the door and swept forward, alighting on one of the firing slits inside.

The inside of the restaurant had been mostly wrecked, with a half dozen armed men lounging around on the remaining benches. The fascists were all very obvious. Shaved heads, printed green clothing done in imitation of some ancient military power or another. Body armour that they were too slack to actually wear. The four others, though, they were interesting. They looked, frankly, like Seamstresses, or, 114's finely trained sense of corporate decorum suggested, corporate security masquerading as such. Two men and two women, all bland, cold eyed and heavily muscled. No visible implants, but short and hulking in a way that suggested drug enhancement and muscle implantation training under high-G.

That was a highly unusual training regime. Most people who wanted to go that far would just get cybernetic implants.

She'd seen this before. Somewhere. She remembered it with biomemory only, which meant it must have been years ago, but it implied some things. 114 suddenly wondered what she hadn't for a long while: why had Human Error Processor been deployed to Morro Bay in the first place?

No time now. <<They're meeting someone.>>

<<Let's hear what they're saying.>>

One of the women looked around. 114 saw her glance at the firing slit. <<'Fraid not. They just saw the micro. Hit them with the swarm.>>

There was a wet snap as the first high velocity swarm munition hit the sentry.

And then the outer area of the mall blew apart. The blast was strong enough to knock the staff only door down and make 114 sway on her feet. "Wahaho!!" she laughed. She hadn't expected a giant explosion! Nothing on her tactical overlay showed a friendly device. Instead it looked like the unknown team had detonated a big surprise to get out.

The blast had also fucked up the drones the other section had launched. Still, they were close. 114's squad stormed out of the door, guns up, vision switched to full spectral in the dust. 18, first through the door, was almost cut in half by another explosive charge, this one laid invisibly behind the door. The circular explosive sent a shape charge down through the cyborg's head. The strike would have been a pure kill on anyone but a Locust army trooper but the latest upgrade package had moved the operative's brains to a heavily armoured vault in the back of the centre mass. As it was, 18 was in the golden hour of dying.

114 pushed past it. Losses could be cried over later. She was busy not dying herself. Still, how had they hidden that one? 18 had been- was- an operative with centuries of experience, and equipped with the latest equipment. Yet she'd fully missed the device laid to cover the door. That wasn't anything a bunch of fascist former third rate cops could manage.

She pushed through more. Couldn't worry about it now. Swarms and counter swarms warred in the air. The four operatives were running. 114 saw them go. They moved fast and tactically, one covering, the other three moving, dodging into the concrete pillars. Their thermal signatures blurred out as they engaged high end stealth systems.

It must have been some very clever use of shaped charges to blow a hole into the mall section without frying the squishies inside, but they'd done it. Half the dust is water, they must have tamped it down with water to control the explosion. Cheap and effective. Too smart for cops and militia.

114 shot at one and missed. Behind her the Helen Keller Brigade member, who just went by Locust-404 aimed and shot. 114 admired, briefly, the way she'd used a mix of selectively cutting through her full spectrum vision to see a distortion in the dust. She'd dropped one of the stealth suits. He jerked back, still shooting, then his head exploded from the inside.

Suicide charge.

The other Locust element was moving to cut off the three remainder, aborting their part of the L to chase the more interesting target.

There was another massive detonation. "Shit" <<100 and 222 are down. Watch out. They've got their escape path rigged too.>> 518 called in.

Both Locusts were flashing distress on the unit telemetry. The bomb had done a number on them. 100 was delimbed, and 222 was simply not reporting. 114 winced inside, that probably meant she was extremely dead.

<<Netcall, this is Locust-6.>> That was 519 talking to the friendly squishies. <<We've got at least three leakers heading out of the hole. Perimeter, this is your pigeon.>> You couldn't use the really cool call signs anymore. It was a shame. You just had to use ones that would be clear to a bunch of militia.

Outside, the crabs and militia were swarming off their low loaders. No time to watch that now. 114 ran to the side of the restaurant. Hind-111, another human error processor cyborg moved behind. 404 pulled out a stun grenade and hucked it in through the destroyed door. There was a loud explosion of light and sound and the Locusts stormed into the building.

A fascist popped up behind the bar with an elephant gun and 111 splattered him. Several other armed fascists met the same fate as the Locusts worked their sectors. The suspect was on the ground. He'd lost his rifle somewhere but 114 saw his eyes go to a big bear protection revolver on the ground next to him.

"Freeze where you are!" she called, aiming her gun. Could he even hear her? She switched on amplification. "Don't do it man. You can surrender. I know you killed a bunch of people but there's actual justice now. You'll probably just end up on a nice psychiatric island with bright sun and–"

Christie went for the gun. 114 had locked him up with her gun's VI, and the twitch was well within its shoot parameters. His unaugmented muscles only got him a few centimetres before she put three rounds into him. He dropped, dead before he could even touch the revolver.

"Oh well." 114 shrugged. She'd fired centre mass, so maybe he could still be salvaged. <<Clear.>>

111 aimed her gun over the bar. <<Clear.>>

404 poked one of the fascists over. <<Clear.>>

114 looked around, checking each face against her recognition program. All the reported targets were down. <<We're soft clear inside the main restaurant. 404, take your element and check the back rooms.>> That should be all of them but it wouldn't hurt to check.

That took care of the fascists, and she noticed they did have a live one. Good. Now let's see about these runners. <<508, this is 114. We've got all the reported fascists. Get us some medics here and let's see who can be revived to stand trial.>>

She glanced into the hole ahead. <<We'd better be careful. These people must love bombs.>>

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Jackie winced as explosions erupted. There was gunfire too, but it was dwarfed by the explosions. She'd seen combat during the revolution, and made sure to do her virtual training, but nothing prepared you for the real thing. She wasn't actually part of the militia proper, she was just a reserve, camped out in the area of mostly abandoned slum housing that lay to the north of the admin block. The residents here had been high priority to move into new public housing, and had left a tangled mess of structures cut by surprisingly wide streets behind. If things had gone as they should, the perimeter team should have had time to get into position even here, but instead explosions were going off everywhere, taking out remote sensors and blocking the way from the highway in a wall of fire. Curses and tense medical calls suggested at least some of the militia teams forming the perimeter had been caught by a secondary device deployed to block their route.

It looked like she was going to see action after all.

Jackie looked at the six officers with her and then whistled. They were all dressed as city workers, with a pair of minitrucks with covered payloads. The covers dropped away and the two assault crabs underneath dropped down. Let them lead the way. She pulled her rifle from out of the van and pulled down her tactical visor.

She glanced at the tower and the plume of dust. The whole structure had started to list badly. This was a bit much for just a serial killer wasn't it? No time to think about that now. She got her rifle up and ran down the street after the crabs. The things were mobile cover so they could move pretty fast. There was a large drainage channel between the slum and the old corporate complex, with only one way down. Only one real crossing point.

<<Locust-6. This is Stone-6.>>

<<Stone-6.>>

<<Are the runners augmented?>> she asked.

<<Not significantly. If you're thinking of the drainage channel you should be able to block it. Watch out though. There could be more of them down there.>>

Jackie checked each of the windows. They had swarms overhead, drones, and the assault armour, they should be–

She saw the man pop up in the window as the flicker of a stealth suit on her visor. The visor should have let her see it much earlier, but hadn't. Now she was screwed. The man was going to fire an ATGW into them, and blow her and her relatively lightly armoured colleagues to hell, as far away from the crabs as they were.

She saw him turn, aim, and fire. A pair of weapons, high velocity unitary charges, apparently armoured against the crabs point defence ripped into them. Both crabs blew up instantly. Jackie threw herself flat, and sent a frantic signal to the swarm above. The side of the building the ATGW was in vanishes in dust under a tide of micro missiles.

Morgan ran up and grabbed her, pulling her into better cover. "You okay?"

"They had us fucking cold," Jackie gasped. "Why'd they shoot the crab? I just got them with the swarm."

Morgan looked at her like she was crazy, then peered over the top of the concrete block they were sheltering behind at the burning structure. "Beats the fuck out of me," he muttered, then braced his carbine. "Come on, let's see if we can get the others."
 
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Emergent Teleonomy: Part 2, Soldiers and Ghosts

Part 2: Soldiers and Ghosts

San Jose District Mass Transit station.

The above ground levels of the Mass Transit Station was its own megastructure, a set of old Democratic Federation mega-blocks in old style bio-bonded concrete. San Jose District Transit hub had been shut down by the Charter government of Pacific City, the old building turned into, hilariously, a museum of the Victims of Anarchism Foundation.

The VAF had briefly stood up their own militia and PMCs to try to defend the old Democratic Federation megastructure during the 14 days, but modern technology rendered the structure, with its complexity of sub-tunnels and ducts, all but indefensible against drones, and its defenders had found themselves undramatically added to the society's rolls. Just another small action among the thousands that had taken place across Pacific City.

Since then, the place had been reclaimed as a transit stop, the tunnels under it reconditioned and trains made to run again. Many of the features that made it so hard to stop a swarm had been stripped out and replaced by defensive structures perfected in the Sahara and on distant Sheol.

Hold the transit stations and you hold Pacific City. Even if Solarian Compact ships once again filled the sky above Earth, the inhabitants of Pacific City could retreat into the newly reinforced tunnels and survive, even fight back with an increasing array of ground to orbit weapons being built into the city's new layout in hidden bunkers.

No one on Earth was likely to forget Midnight, or how close they came.

The station was still busy right now, with late commuters and cargo traffic, but it was also reinforced. The usual city militia transit guards were reinforced by two heavy lifters full of locusts and a specialist team from the South West's anti-left behind unit Special tactical Anti-Klan Enforcement (STAKE).

Outside, the city was like a poked ant-hill. Militia and regular DF troops were searching the streets with everything from T-wave radars to trained dogs, searching for any trace of the remaining enemies. Small teams of Locusts were out searching through sewers and service tunnels, more subtle blades than the masses of troops.

519 didn't think that they'd find the others. At least not yet. Their enemy was thoroughly prepared. They'd already gone to ground in whatever hideout they'd been using. Whoever these guys were, they were very good. Easily as good as anyone she'd fought down the years of the long war. Still, they might get lucky.

They had one body, confirmed dead, and one probable, a large amount of blood left in a sight one of the investigators had struck with a drone swarm in the last minutes of the engagement. The body was undergoing examination but the suicide charge had been artfully threaded through his body, reducing most of his internals, and any bio-implants to so much mush. They had more from the blood of the man in the slum structure. Placement suggested the man hit by the drones had been part of a cover team for the meeting. That left at least three, probably more unaccounted for.

519 waited, along with 114 and Excalibur-94, her team's intelligence officers on one of the lower platforms. She hated losing people. Hated more that she was glad it hadn't been an actual member of the brigade. 222 had been a survivor of one of Federation's other stay-behind units who they'd pulled out of a prison camp on year sixty four of a two thousand year sentence. 519 had expected her to hate the remainder of VdCB, who'd left the revolution to die during the great black summer of 87, but she hadn't. She'd been a peace keeper, a refiner of newbies, and startlingly proficient.

She'd almost got them, but hadn't spotted the explosive device. 519 had to imagine the enemy boasting about the kill. She remembered her own boasts in similar circumstances.

Let them have their arete. She would tear out their hearts.

A train thundered into the station, its retros stirring the air with a heavy metallic sound as it decelerated. It was large, several cargo cabins, but otherwise, every car was filled with locusts.

It was crazy to see so many in one place, even if almost all of them were new recruits rather than from the VdCB or HEP or one of the other old units on both sides who'd whiled away the long decades of Cosmoliberalism in a stagnant dance of violence beneath the awareness of the general public.

The woman at their head was certainly one of those old hands. One of those few who had fought the long war one spiteful year after another, becoming steeped in dramatic eccentricities.

She emerged from the first car, a long black coat flowing behind her like the wings of some fatal raven goddess. Her bodyguards moved behind her, nearly identical figures in black and red, each armed with a heavy carbine.

Muramasa stopped before the three and nodded, they did the same. "519, 94, good to see you both again. Wish it could be under better circumstances."

"The truth is, we got off pretty lightly." 519 said.

Muramasa patted her arm. "You don't need to hold back Sister. It's not easy losing someone who might see the blue stars. That's why we've put so much effort into reinforcing ourselves."

"Thanks." 519 blinked, felt her eyes moisten, and wiped angrily. "This is 114, my team's second in command."

"Hi." 114 said. "You nailed me to a wall once."

"Yeah. I remember." Muramasa nodded. "You almost had me." 114 grins at the compliment. "So I hear you have a vampire problem."

Humanist, Compact and Charter left behinds were never werewolves, much as some of the longer lived elements of the DF had wanted to use the title. If there were any werewolves they were on the side of the DF. Rather the loyalists were always Vampires. The ghosts of broken units and the agents of Project Necroscope, and the seemingly infinite supply of Humanist fighters crawling out of the sub- and ex-urbs.

Most of them had died real quick, picking battles out of arrogance, anger, or incompetence. It was not heartening, because it was a pattern everyone here was familiar with, for none of the DF's had known how to wage a guerilla war worth a damn in the beginning but they'd learned. And the Loyalists wouldn't take long to learn either, learning was a process that only required the expenditure of bodies. Lots of bodies. The enemy, at least the enemy who wanted to pick up a gun had not exactly expanded over the past year, but a lot of them had simply put their guns down and gone back to living without changing their views or even being truly intimidated. They were waiting.

Everyone in the locusts had seen the pressure starting to build. So far it was contained. But soon, very soon, it would risk slipping its bindings.

"Yeah. Not any of the known groups either." 519 said, at 94, who nodded.

"Let's head up to the briefing room. I've got some notes prepared."

#​

"This is the weapon that killed 222 and put 100 and 18 in for full reconstruct." 94 says. The view is an isolated capture from a microbot camera as it detaches from the wall. "We're code naming it Stick Insect."

To Muramasa it looked more like a manta ray, but she could see why the name had been chosen. Up until it moved it looked, even on the distributed full spectrum vision of the microbot cloud, like just another ceiling tile. "We believe the Vampires infiltrated them into the building when they rigged it with the other explosives."

The four of them had moved up to one of the station's upper conference rooms, a largish room with a table and thick, reinforced windows, from which you could watch the air traffic. Other members of the two Locust units were watching on command links, but there were other things to do first. For now it was mostly a commanders' briefing.

"How are they triggered? Do we have their radio frequency?"

"We don't believe they have one." 94 said. "We've got a good EM image of the inside of the building. As far as we can tell there were no radio signals, and none of the microbots tagged a laser. Rather, It was probably armed by the bomb blast. It heard that, and it attacked the first people to come into its area of operation."

"So, it's a loitering munition that's almost invisible in buildings." Muramasa frowned. "We're going to need to start actively scanning target areas, even if it risks alerting the target. Do we have any kind of passive detection methods?"

"We're still working on that with Alcatraz." The locust army had moved its main base to Alcatraz island mostly for the personal satisfaction that dramatic irony brings. "Currently we're thinking of it was possibly a scent scan. Whatever these things are, they seem to have quite a few biological components."

"What about survivors of the fascists? Any actual data there."

"We've got three who can be resuscitated, including the primary suspect. They're still undergoing surgery but we should be able to interrogate them in the next few days." 94 glances over at the Human Error Processor girl, who looks worried. 519 glares at her intelligence officer, but the Excalibur continues anyway. "We don't have a strong theory as to who the unknowns are but 114 might have something."

"I don't think this can be regarded as confirmed, or really anything but hearsay." 519 cuts in.

"Noted." Muramasa smiled at her, a bit lopsided. "But why not let your girl here speak?"

"Well–" 114 said. "When I was in Omoikane. There were rumours of a special unit of some kind that seemed like these guys. No cybernetics but tough, no networked gear. For environments where even we couldn't go." She makes a face. "A lot of guys would tell you about them when they were trying to fuck you. As if you'd want to know that some guy was tougher than you."

"That's pretty thin to go on so far."

"Sure. It's also just like–" 114 frowned. "I don't understand why Human Error Processor's first brigade was deployed to Morro Bay. We were definitely searching for something, but Morro Bay wouldn't otherwise have been important, not usually. So–" she shrugs. "It might be related."

"Perhaps you should take charge of looking into that then." Muramasa tapped her fingers on the table and stared down 518. "If they are Omoikane, then we need to know. Our other major data point is that they're attempting to get in with the local fascists. I think the easiest method here would be to see if we can go at them through that contact."

"You have someone among the enemy." 518 stated it, not a question. "Someone highly placed."

Muramasa smiled. "Yeah. I have just the guy."
#​

Pacific City, San Diego District


It was a warm night in Pacific City. Felix Brown, once of Toronto PD lay in bed with the window open, the night air still hot off the ocean. He loved that about LA. That you could sleep with the window open, but tonight all he could feel was cold.

He tried to sleep, but sleep came slowly, and since Toronto he'd never been able to tell where that line between the night and dream lay, because the thoughts that dominated his moments alone and his dreams were the same endless nightmare on repeat, worrying a rut into his very psyche.

It always starts in Toronto, at the end.

He remembers it being cold. It was always cold, it would always be cold. He'd always be standing under an overhang, always keeping himself away from the clear air. At the end the sky had become just a distant square of light, a cold brightness while they stayed down in the cold tunnels. Walking between the same dozen franchise fast food places and cafes repeated again and again across a whole city, like a rendering algorithm gone wrong.

Even in different places it was the same places, always the same but different and Felix had stopped being able to tell where the reality of commercial construction in a Charter Economic Zone ended and the worn repetition of overwrought memory began.

Once the skies had stopped being theirs, once the skies had darkened with black insignia'd drones, the defenders had travelled via the abandoned commercial projects almost exclusively to stay out of sight of the enemy's eyes in the sky. A network of tunnels and empty buildings that repeated the same endless commercial monstrosities above and below ground.

The net had become damaged though, had had landmarks gouged from the repetition by Insurgents setting off bombs in them. Then forces of the Democratic Federation had blown some of them open from above.

Gradually, the web around the city was contracting.

This is the dream where Felix and his squad are guarding a barricade near one of the entrances to the Loyalist warrens. The Barricade was a set of concrete blocks, sand bags and carbon armour plate that reduced the street to a single lane, with a half dozen police officers in full battle armour sat in cover watching it from the subway entrance and a drone. They had their armour closed but still freezing in the bleak cold. Traffic buzzed past, the drivers' faces checked by a drone. An overweight white man in an apron brings the guard team coffee. The men took it, but looked away or covered their eyes, terrified of facial recognition.

Somewhere, a device was playing the execution channel with sound. You could almost always see it. Every advertising board in the city was hacked. Self powered signs, augmented reality ghosts. If you checked your mail, you would be advertised a man's death, heavy with the implication that you were purchasing the same for yourself. If you screened a video, the inbetweens were men in humanist green having their throats slit.

A feminine voice spoke: "Pittsburgk. Atlantic City. Officer Sigmond Thumbs, Pittsburgh PD. Murder of three suspects under his care. Killed in combat with Pittsburgh Militia 521."

Screens were even worse. Felix had never quite realised how saturated the city was with electronic advertisements until they all began to play the same thing. Televisions, computerised billboards and the like were all completely infected. They'd tried to smash the screens in the tunnels but there seemed to be always more of them, the virus deactivated some and then brought them up at odd moments, the screens themselves engineered to deliver advertisements come vandalism or superstorm. Felix's machine gunner had hosed the billboard across the street with fire. It hadn't killed the sign board, just poked a series of rainbow swirls across it, migraine distortions on the faces of the dead.

Thumbs had been a big guy, jovial looking on his police ID. On the billboard, one of his eyes was replaced by a whirl of bright colours.

The screen cut to burning police vehicles, flickering with static, a man ran across the street and was cut down by a burst of fire.

The images that the execution channel had shown had shifted gradually. At first it had been mostly IEDs. Naval Infantry and Marshals and militia and mercenaries and SWAT kicking in doors and getting fried by traps. Sometimes it had been airstrikes, or drones, or footage from the guns of neon tanks. Now it was direct fire. Men running, hit in the back, men killed through their cover. The laughter of the victors, the weak adrenalin jokes.

The damn billboard was self powered by an array of solar panels on top, and the Toronto Salvation Authority had insufficient technicians to go around disconnecting every advertising space in the city. Especially once the Fedrats had started blasting them with bombs.

"Bobby Smith." the distant voice said. "Philadelphia, Mississippi. Ringleader of the Crossroads Massacre. We killed all his men and put him up on his own cross. He prayed to god but god did not answer."

This one was in high definition. A bloody body hanging in the breeze. Images captured by the eyes of the Cicada who'd killed him.

Felix swallowed and thought of hooded prisoners in the rain. Could anyone ID him? Had he been filmed?

"Are we going to be okay Sarge?" The youngest of his men, a guy named Donny asked. He'd just joined the force before the broadcast. Bad luck. Bad timing.

"The anarchists only have so many trained bodies. Just the cicadas and a few ex-soldiers and militia. Most of their fighters are just gangsters and student radicals. If we kill enough of their soldiers we can take the country back." Felix took a swill of coffee. It seemed so believable when Captain Morden had told them in the briefing in May. Out here in the bitter cold of November, with that damn sign board playing constantly and rumours seeping in of defeats in the Push for Ottawa and London, with the steady beat of Anarchist aerospace strikes hitting the city every few hours. it was harder to stick too.

Felix wondered if he could get out.

#​

Felix woke up with a start and the strong idea he'd heard something. He reached down and opened the draw at his bedside, pulling out the gun inside. There was a noise downstairs. The noise of water.

In Toronto, burglars had sometimes put boiling water on the stove to throw at anyone who found them. He'd heard that there hadn't been a burglary in Pacific City in three months. What was the point with such a generous basic income on top of access to everything you could produce with the box.

Still, he slept with a side arm.

He took the safety off the gun and gripped it tightly, heading down the stairs. The house he had here was kind of small. Nothing as large as what he'd had in Toronto, but it was two stories, and private. He told people as much of the truth as he could. He was a war refugee from Canada. It wouldn't be safe for him to go home. He let people suspect he'd been a Charter employee, maybe former government.

He never let them know he'd been a cop.

He mostly now worked as an electrician.

Every few nights, he went to meetings with the local traditions and history society. Every few of those he went to the inner circle of drinking buddies he'd met through that. They knew he was a cop. Many of them were ex-cops, or corporate security, or had been in the military.

They got along very well.

That he had been a cop wasn't the real secret.

Felix stepped around the kitchen door, gun aimed towards the pot.

There was a click and he felt the cold press of a pistol at the side of his head.

"Oh Felix." Muramasa breathed into his ear. "You really never change."
 
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Emergent Teleonomy Part 3: The Maker of Blades

Part 3: The Maker of Blades

Content warning: The Toronto section of this post includes some pretty messed up revolutionary violence.

Pacific City Morro Bay


"Hard to believe this all used to be a state park isn't it?" Jackie said. 114 nodded, though she was pretty sure the areas of natural beauty had been actually rather further up. Morro Bay had never been a particularly important district of Pacific City, The DemFed hadn't ever really developed it the first time around, and great swathes of the area had still been park lands, even as the city lapped up around them. Even as the city continued to grow in the wake of the fall of the DF, Morro Bay had always been fairly low density.

It had only been fifty years ago, during one of the distressing outbreaks of revival kitsch that marked Compact life every so often that Hermes Ishtar and Omiokane had cooperated to rebuild Morro Bay with all new commercial and residential area based on its history in the creation of some 20th century futurism which HI had wanted to use to sell tourists from the colonies. Omiokane had ridden their fellow charter into a bunch of new buildings in the massive metabolist towers along the shore. They'd formed a secure facility, and Omoikane had brought a large part of the surrounding city as a Charter Special Economic Zone where its word was effectively law. The various gangs that Hermes Ishtar had sponsored as part of its "cyberpunk adventure experience" in the rest of Morro Bay had been a problem, constantly threatening to break out into real crime, but had only increased the facility's secrecy and security. Most of the off world staff didn't want to go out into Pacific City, which they regarded as squalid and dangerous.

The bay really did look like something out of another era. Indeed, something that had never really existed. 114 could imagine when the buildings had been shiny and new, or perhaps wearing a layer of cosmetic dilapidation. Now they were truly getting old. Outbreaks of modern admin towers and print homes starting in the gaps like infections in a wound.

What a morbidly noir thought.

"So who's this girl we're headed to see?" 519 asked. The three of them were in a Locust Army flyer moving in over the bay.

"Molly Gibson, former chief of administration of Omoikane Morro Bay. Pretty standard meritocrat background. A Earth native, two parents, five sisters. They ran an outsourcing company before the revolution, and now live in France. No known Humanist connections but they had some pretty bad labour practices. Gibson herself is the highest ranking known Omiokane employee who didn't flee during the exodus after Midnight."

"That's pretty funny." 519 said. "Almost all the C-suite guys, even low level ones, got out."

"Yeah." Jackie said. "That's why we're on her." 114 kind of liked the ex-cop. After the case was done she and 519 had discussed trying to seduce the cat augment. The Investigator was so serious though. It might not work. "We sent a patrol unit to his house earlier today, but she'd left already. We've located her within Mega Building H10. It's an old luxury condoplex, but not slated for demo. It's own–the residence of One Lorena Badcock-Cherry. Apparently Gibson's her ex-girlfriend. The patrol unit approached, but Badcock-Cherry intermated that her security would fire on them."

"I'd prefer to avoid storming it." 519 says. "But I guess it's easier for us to negotiate."

The X-wing rippled up, then down towards the top of one of the megabuildings. Another already sat on the pad. 519 walked over to the squad leader of that unit. 114 watched her go. She know 519 was still not happy to be investigating 114's past with Omiokane. Worried, perhaps, about some scandal that would make things toxic for the ex-human error processor team. The other locust was talking to a couple of civic patrol committee guys and a suited dude who screamed building manager.

It was strange how many of the really rich, those who hadn't left, or been involved in something questionable enough to get them assassinated had just continued to go about their lives. 114 had heard some of them had informal currencies going on, and privately thought the Federation should crack down on such things. Even if it wasn't really scarcity, and was strictly voluntary, these people were cosplaying their old lives of exploiters.

"114?" 519 called. 114 walked over. "We've got a line to the flat. You want to talk to them?"

"Sure." 114 walked over and took the cordless phone that the manager handed over. It was a strange, ornate thing, far too large and decorated with ornate neon-plastic. "Good evening, who am I addressing?"

"This is Lorena Badcock-Cherry."

"I'm Cobra-114, formerly of Human Error Processor, now of the Democratic Federation Locust Army. Is Miss Molly Gibson is there with you?" The old corporate titles that Morro Bay meritocrats had been mad for "Miss" rather than "Ms." The honorific changes for an unmarried or lesbian woman vs. a married heterosexual were so absurd, but 114 felt herself fall right back into them.

"I'm not going to confirm or deny that. I'll only say my security system is armed and highly advanced. If you want to come in and take us– we'll make you pay." Badcock-Cherry's cultured voice was surprisingly fierce.

"Miss Badock-Cherry. I have no intention of harming either you or Miss Gibson, but you must know it's impossible to keep us out if we really want to get in, yes?"

"What do you want from us?"

"We're not here to arrest you." 114 said. "And unlike cops in the old world, we're not allowed to lie to you except in very specific circumstances. You can consult a lawyer or your VI on that if you want. I'd like to talk to Miss Gibson, I'm afraid that time pressure means that we can't really submit written questions, but you may have your law VI on if you wish, and claim all normal rights."

There was a muffled conversation on the line, then 114 heard a different voice. Gibson presumably. "I remember you. You lead the squad that extracted me during one of the counter terrorist drills. And now you're with them."

"The Democratic Federation is building the future Omoikane only pretends to Miss Gibson." 114 said.

There was a small laugh on the phone. "You're probably right. Alright. I'll see you. No assault team though. Just you and one or two others."

114 looked over at 519 and Jackie. "That suits us fine."

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This was the old morro bay splendour. The apartment had obviously been freshly redecorated before the revolution with all modern conveniences, but retaining some of its old hauntological grandeur. It had a large, ridiculous floor space, partly filled with several art pieces in some stages of construction. Since the revolution, 114's VI told her, Badcock-Cherry had been making modern art and serving as a fitness influencer to supplement her life with extra luxuries.

There was a set of obscurements across the windows, silk curtains and blinds that let in the city lights without showing much of the interior. 114's eyes analysed patterns on the floor and concluded they weren't drawn often, but they were now.

Gibson had obviously had some work done since the revolution. Like most of the female meritocrat execs that 114 had met, she'd previously maintained herself at a point around thirty, old enough to be taken seriously, young enough to still be elegant. Now, Gibson looked like a particularly pretty college girl. Someone who did modelling on the side. Blonde and tan, wearing a silk robe over smart tights and a short skirt. Badcock-Cherry was similarly young, if slightly less spectacularly beautiful, toned and tomboyish in a tank top and cargo trousers that showed supple ankles.

114 kind of liked it. Both women were really in their fifties. 519 had begged off coming inside in favour of taking command of the perimeter outside, but Jackie followed 114 through the door. "Investigator Cano of the Los Angeles Committee ma'am." She nodded to the two ex-meritocrats.

"You're a little out of your way, Officer." Gibson smiled a bit lopsidedly.

"I'm no officer ma'am. Call me Investigator. And I'm temporarily seconded to STAKE for this one."

"STAKE?" Badcock-Cherry covered her mouth. "You can't think we're humanists! Both of us have augmentations. Not as much as your friend here but we're cyborgs still."

"Lori." Gibson reached over and squeezed the other woman's hand. "You don't need to protect me from this. They're here to ask about The Company." She reached down for a snifter of golden brandy on the table and took a swig. "Eventually, everyone's sins catch up with you."She looked at 114. "So, you're Federation now."

"You modelled us on VdCB. It wasn't much of a stretch. Especially after we saw the world they made compared to yours."

"I suppose not." Gibson pulled her robe about her.

"Why did you flee your home Miss Gibson?" Jackie asked, sitting next to her. "You'd already left when our patrol unit arrived. What made you think you were under threat?"

"A few days ago, an old friend of mine who worked for The Company tipped me off that a certain special forces unit had become active again in this area, and that my life might be in danger. It was a key word I'd never heard of: IMPERATOR."

That was new to 114 as well. Still, she'd heard vague rumours. "Were they connected to the security breach we had before the broadcast?"

"That's right." Gibson sighed. "There was some kind of black program being run out of Redwood Labs It was too classified even for the C-suite to know the full details, but I know that IFEHI was involved."

"The institute of friendly extra-human intelligence? An AI project?"

"Probably." Gibson shook her head. "From what I heard, one of the personnel at redwood labs went rogue. They stole something and it became a big stink. That was why your unit was brought in. I hadn't really thought about it until recently. From what I heard, anyone even peripherally involved at subsidiary level was going down for it. It was something about the employment of a seamstress– a corporate espionage asset."

"Is this why you stayed on earth?" Jackie asked. "You feared for your safety."

"That was one reason." Gison glanced over at Badcock-Cherry, who was staring out of the window.

114 saw her tense and then she threw herself on top of Gibson. 114 snapped her rifle up and threw herself between the civilians and the window as it blew out with the shock of an explosive charge.

The anti-sniper screen detonated in the upper level slipstream and a heavy electromagnetic round slammed through the room. 114 dropped flat, seeing the others had too and fired back down the scorching ion trail of the shot.

<<114, Contact. Out.>>

"Lori!" Gibson was screaming.

"I'm okay." Badcock-Cherry muttered. "I just hit my head."

"You idiot, you gashed yourself open!"

114 got up, engaged her stealth suit and moved up to an intact section of window. It was Aluminium oxynitride, thick enough it should stop even the electromagnetic. She aimed down the shot, seeing a building top. Drones were already hovering over it.

"Did you get them?" Badcock-Cherry was regarding volume.

"Doubt it." 114 said.

"We want protection." The artist touched her bloody head. "We're citizens of the Federation and entitled to it."

114 briefly entertained thoughts about atheists and foxholes. Amazing what it took sometimes.

Toronto: November 2255

Three Québécois tanks stood at the intersection, bright and invincible. The banner of the Fleurdelisé fluttered from an antenna. All three had stealth systems off, their big coil guns sweeping back and forth across the faces of the buildings ahead. Every now and then one of them would shoot, blowing apart one of the ground drones or automated bunkers that the defenders had laid in the ruins of the estate up ahead.

The tanks were unmanned themselves, heavy UGVs the Van Doos had sent forward, with their normal flare, to draw fire from the ATGW teams hiding in the wreckage of the conurbs up ahead. Their command APC was two bounds back, hidden in a better position.

It was impossible to engage them. Anyone who poked their head out would be killed by the massive stormcloud of drones that hung overhead. The defenders were down in their tunnels now, awaiting the infantry assault.

Felix watched them on his visor as he moved down the tunnel. His stomach twitched in fear every time they shot. The decision he'd made, the terrible decision had brought him no comfort. Now he just counted down to it.

At least the orbital strikes had stopped. The Federation wanted the rest of the city intact.

A dozen men in green fatigues with the four leaf clover emblem on their sleeves ran down the tunnel. "The fuck are you going smurf?" One asked. Felix didn't like the look of them. He had his carbine and a side arm but if he drew either of them they'd jump on him. If anyone had ever called him "smurf" before the broadcast he'd have stomped them on the street but this was a dozen guys.

"Message for Captain Morden." He said.

"Really?" The green uniformed militia stepped forward. "Because all I see is a smurf running away from the fighting."

"Please. I'm just trying to deliver a message. We're on the same s–" Felix took a step back as the man pulled a knife.

"We got a deserter here boys." The humanist said. "Time for a lesson."

There was a sharp sound of a gunshot and dust settled down. "The fuck is this?" Morden's gravelly voice growled. Felix turned to see him and a squad of police stepping around the corner, guns up. The humanists backed up, giving ground to the pointed weapons. "You fucking shamrocks forget who the enemy is?"

"He's a deserter." The leader growled.

"He's one of my men. Now fuck off." Morden growled. The humanists glanced at one another, then turned and headed for the battleline. Felix sagged in relief.

"You saved my ass Cap."

"Pieces of shit." Morden said, then lowered his voice. "Is it set up?"

"Yeah. One of my old CIs came through. He gives us safe passage beacons, we give him the stash from the evidence room. Apparently real cocaine is turning into a currency over there. Guess you can't beat capitalism." He laughed, hoping it didn't sound hollow, or if it did, his nervousness would be explained by the humanist with the knife.

Morden sniffed. "Fucking junkies. I guess they're spoiled under the new regime. Want proper biological cocaine." He laughed. "You did well kid. I knew I could count on you."

"Yeah." Felix said, and smiled.

*****​

They were two vehicles driving along the lake shore, both old reproduction electric trucks, urban tactical vehicles with a dozen cops within. None of them were wearing their uniforms but all were armed. They'd driven out with DemFed beacons. Just another group of escaping refugees.

Felix sat in the second vehicle, with Morden beside him. In the back was Wilson, and Padua, a big nordic looking dude and another member of Felix's old squad. He remembered, before all this, laughing with them. Beers and shots at the bar in the old city police HQ. Beating the shit out of a drug dealer who'd sassed them. He remembered learning how to get more overtime, and how to shake down guys under the radar.

He remembered hooded students in the rain.

"Razor-2, this is Razor-1" The first vehicle came in on the radio.

"Go." Morden said.

"There's some kind of check point up ahead. They look like DF militia. Not that many."

"Just play it cool. We'll shoot our way out if we have to." Morden looked over at Felix. "Could your guy have fucked us? Figured we weren't really going to give him the drugs?"

"Maybe." Felix said. His stomach was a knot of dread.

A dozen figures, each with the illuminated black and red riot masks that socialist gangs often used materialised out of the evening ahead. They carried FB69s with a lot of accessories. But then all the Dem Fed rifles were like that now. These people all looked like gang members. Felix swallowed, filled with uncertainty.

Two of them walked up to the lead vehicle, keeping a careful L shape around it. "Man, they gave every fucking gang between here and the gulf tac training." Morden laughed. One of them tapped on the window.

Razor One's driver opened the window, then fired through it into the face of the DemFed trooper. The woman fell over backwards.

Several things happened at once. The truck's engine blew up as a single coil gun round punched through it. A second round blew out the windscreen. Red and black figures materialised out of the gloom around them, guns aimed dead centre at each man in the car.

At the same time, Razor-One was shredded. The 'gang' fired on Razor-One all at once, along with the coil gun. The windows blew out from an explosive charge from one's underslung and then they came in shooting, raising their guns over the seats to finish the men in the back seats.

The 'militia' woman who'd been shot sat up and pulled the mask away, revealing the pistol round had only scuffed the gleaming whiteness of her cyborg face underneath. She opened the driver's side door, pulled the dying man out and shot him three or four times to make sure.

"Throw your guns out and get out." Muramasa called. Felix pulled his gun and tossed it. That started everyone doing it. They stepped out slowly, hands raised. "Good work Felix." she said.

"Felix–" Wilson gasped. "You son of a bitch!" Felix glanced back at the man and saw his face was bone white. Then he saw a fist coming for his face. The blow was hard and unexpected, and Felix went down, tasting his own blood.

There was a crack of a suppressed round as one of the Cicadas shot Wilson in the leg. He screamed loudly, clutching the wound. The Cicadas grabbed the others and tied their hands and feet, then stood then by the van in a line. Only Felix was left free. Muramasa picked him up without any effort and set him on his feet, not yet paying him much attention. "Their eyes check out Cindy?"

"Yeah Boss." One of the other Cicadas gave a thumbs up. "We got who we came for."

"Cool. I guess we read them the legalese." She smiled. "Captain Gregory Morden, Lt. Kramer Wilson and Sergeant Stewart Padua, under the Defense Committee's Temporary Revolutionary Measures Directive you have been tried in absentia by the Provisional Committee for the Persecution of War Criminals and found guilty for your participation in the First and Second University of Toronto Massacres, the St. Michael's Cathedral Pogrom, the CN Tower Massacre, and the execution of Democratic Federation prisoners in contravention of the laws and customs of war. For these, and lesser crimes too numerous to list, you are sentenced to death, execution to be carried out by all agents of the Federation in a manner as they see fit." She took a breath. "It's nice having a proper government again isn't it?"

The other Cicadas laughed and Muramasa smiled nastily, her teeth sharp, and pulled a small pistol from one of the pockets on her attack suit. It was a tiny gun. A target pistol.

"This is a Beretta 87, it shoots .22 LR. Even this reproduction is a real antique." She put the gun to her own head with lazy showmanship and pulled the trigger. The unsuppressed shot was startlingly loud. Her head didn't even move. "Totally useless against one of us. Even more than that stupid .45 your friend in the front car was carrying. Cindy, you want a bump?"

"Sure Boss." One of the other Cicadas leaned in and Muramasa put the gun to her forehead and fired it again. The Cicada leaned into her with a giggle, hand up behind the other cyborg's head as if they were about to kiss. "With the upgrades it isn't quite the same. Doesn't even hurt. Maybe we should get a .38 or something."

"Ah well. The future is now and all that." Muramasa stepped forward and shot Wilson once between the eyes. His noise stopped abruptly. "Still seems to work on humans though."

Felix knew what was going to happen even before she handed him the gun. He didn't want to take it. She put the grip in his hand, and then her cool fingers closed his. "Blood washes blood, Felix." She stepped back, her body pressed up against his, raising his arm slowly to point at Padue's head.

He'd known that he was probably sending the others to their deaths. But not like this. He'd been told, give them up, he'd get to live. This– It was the same thing, he thought, looking at Morden. Giving them up and pulling the trigger shouldn't feel so different. But they felt a world apart.

"The deal--"

One of the Cicadas snorted. "For your life. If you want to spend it all behind bars, you could always just throw the gun away. Make a stand against murder." The sarcasm, the hate, he knew he was surrounded by people who wanted him to die, to suffer. Including the people he'd just betrayed.

Were they implying that he could get something more than his life if he… if he.

He had to take a breath to even try to keep himself from shaking to pieces. The grip on him was steady, cold, empty.

"Our Father who art in heaven,." Morden began to pray, "hallowed be thy–"

One of the Cicadas hit him across the face, hard enough to knock him back into the side of the van. "No god for fascists." She hissed.

Muramasa ignored the byplay, her hand on Wilson's arm, steady. "Do it." She whispered in Felix's ear. He could feel her sharp ceramic teeth next to his skin. So close she could kiss or bite. Her words caressed his face. "Do it." Her hand was strong on his wrist. She wouldn't let him drop it.

Felix screamed and pulled the trigger. Padua's head snapped back and he fell against the side of the van. Muramasa let go of his arm. He swung the gun onto Morden.

"Please." Morden whimpered. Blood dripped from his lip where the Cicada had hit him. "Please man, I saved your–"

Felix pulled the trigger until the gun stopped making noise. Morden slumped back beside the other two dead men.

Muramasa took the pistol from him gently, her delicate fingers teasing it from his hand.. "See. That wasn't so hard." She flicked a finger through one of his tears. "I don't know what you're crying for. It's not like we hooded them up and left them to drown. Really, this was better than they deserved." She turned him away as two of her fellows stepped in. The noise of suppressed FB69s made Felix hope that his bullets hadn't been the ones to kill them. The cicadas cut away the bounds from the dead men, left them sprawled out in the mud next to their knocked out van.

"You know, if the humanists or the compact ever win, this footage will come out." She pulled a hood out from her webbing and began to shake it out. "I've heard Morden was quite popular. He did that propaganda stream didn't he? The one where he pumped iron. Not my thing, but I guess guys like it. What do you think they'll do to you if they find out you killed him?" She smiled. "Think it'll be this easy?"

Felix's mouth worked, soundlessly. He realised, very suddenly, that he would never get out. Probably prison but his life if he'd refused was a lie. All he'd done by killing Morden was changing the terms, and he had no idea how.

Maybe they'd kill him. Now, a part of him hoped for it. He felt hollow. He felt that he had made a mistake.

The red-and-black chekist would have him in her grip till the stars went cold. Maybe even after.

The hood came down over his head.

Pacific City Los Angeles District: Now


There was the whine of a scanner, and then the hood pulled away from his eyes. Whenever Felix went to see Dracolich, they always put him through the scan for implants, a blip of X-rays. Privately, Felix was pretty sure that it did more harm than good. Muramasa had been carefully uninterested when he'd told her the meeting procedure, but with a sensitive detector, you could detect a burst of X-rays where one shouldn't be.

The most senior Humanist in the cell structure of Pacific City operated mostly out of the Los Angeles docks, or at least, that was where Felix always met them, amid the mass of rusted floating piers and ocean-rise architecture that extended out into the ocean. The meeting point was always different, but always in the same area. Felix would go to a point, be picked up by a team, hooded, and there would be a drive of exactly one hour before the hood came off inside a cargo container or an old hull of an abandoned freighter in the pier area. (He'd had to spend the better part of months trying to train himself not to have panic attacks every time he was hooded. It had worked enough to keep him outwardly steady.)

The Dracolich was a big man, bald and weathered. His bearing was military, and people deferred to him. Muramasa had told him his real name was Henry Baits, and he'd once been the sales manager for a firm selling reproductions of antique office equipment as an efficiency fad. He'd been heavily involved in Humanism before the revolution, but not prominent enough to die in the first wave of reprisals.

Today, they were in the remains of a boat's cabin, with windows to one side which had been spray covered in flimsy and spray painted.

Since only a month after he arrived in Pacific City, pretending to be a refugee who'd got out of Toronto on false papers, Felix had been into the Humanist underground. He got in by being reliable. He'd told them he wouldn't be a trigger puller, Muramasa had made it clear he wasn't authorised to commit major crimes, but that wasn't what they mostly needed. Thankfully. He couldn't do it anymore. Sometimes couldn't even look at a gun without wanting to empty his stomach. Other times a weapon in reach was the only thing that kept him sane.

But it didn't matter to the Humanists, either. They had plenty of street muscle, the bloated remains of various security agencies who'd melted away during the revolution but still hated that which had defeated them. What they needed was a guy who could be trusted to courier something, or rewire a safe house so it was free of easy surveillance, someone who could be trusted with a case of expensive off world brandy as a bribe to some gang leader and it actually got to its destination.

He'd made sure to fuck up a few times, and to get into some brushes with the law. Enough to make him look realistic. He'd recruited a lot of his old drinking buddies into the movement. No one who he (and Muramasa) thought wouldn't have joined anyway. That seemed to be a sore spot for her, she'd yelled at him over one dumb kid who he'd been trying to get in, but she was fine with those who would be lone wolves becoming part of a pack.

Felix had made himself indispensable to them. After three months, he'd introduced his source and become a source of information. They all thought he was mustard. Even as he fed them chickenfeed.

"Felix." The man nodded and clapped him on the back. "Good to see you son. Are you well?"

"Yes Sir." Felix nodded. "I have some information you might find useful."

"Right to business then." The Dracolich smiled. Felix was careful always to call him the Dracolich, even in his mind. It would be so easy to slip and call him 'Mr. Baits' and not walk out of here alive. "I suppose it's good. We're in serious times. A new player entered the game, maybe got some of our people killed. You told Janson you've got the militia report on that?"

"Yes sir. They didn't deeply classify it. My CI was able to get it off the network as a 'training aid'."

Felix couldn't believe they were still using the old CI who was into drugs story. He'd spun this lurid tale of a guy who he could blackmail about his drug addiction, about what the Demis would do to her if they found out, and they just ate it up. The CI really existed, a minor dealer who'd got leftist politics somewhere down the line and who Felix had leaned on in Seattle. She had the access that Felix was given. As far as Felix knew, she was probably read into the whole program. Felix could only imagine the little rat augment laughing as she thought of what was happening to the guy who'd once shaken her down.

Felix was obviously tight lipped about his source in any company, but if he did have to give it up, it was solid.

"According to this, the Locusts were following someone with our guys. They thought he'd killed some whores or something."

The Dracolich looked through the flimsy and huffed. "Fuck. I suppose they don't know who the team that they were meeting was?"

"No sir. We don't know that either?"

"No. Not even our friends at necroscope. Still, we might need to help them. They're promising things. Stuff even the Demis don't have. But they need information too."

"Sir? I'll get anything I can."

"Right." The Dracolich said. "There's an information broker. They've helped us, and just anyone who can pay a price, out on a number of occasions, but they're not indispensable. Their information's odd."

"Odd how?"

"How many times the traffic light will turn red along a particular street in an hour period. A gang used it to rob a bunch of fabber material from a truck while it was stopped. The security-shift change schedule for a company. How many times this rat bastard that was annoying one of the gangs went to a convenience store a week, and at what times."

That was odd stuff. Useful, sure, but odd. "Though some of the information they've fed to us doesn't quite… add up? But they were useful." Not that useful was all but implied, but now he got it. Or thought he might.

"Who is it?" Felix asked, trying to sound casual.

"They call themselves the Sybil."
 
White Gloves Play Inside Baseball, Part 2: Lords and Villains (Late March 2256)
Greene Mania Shows Return of Divisive Politics to Epsilon
AICD-OPINIONS

In previous opinion articles I highlighted what I've found in Epsilon, and that is a system in which they had finally reached the end-point of politics, in which the people were content, the rulers good, and politics as a whole did not exist except as a side-show because the masses had no qualms or real struggles, while the middle-class were given opportunities for merit-based advancement within a peaceful system. As I said then, I do not know if this system can truly be scaled up even to the scale of the IPA, but Epsilon itself is like one of those islands before the rise of colonialism, peaceful and unified… which makes Greene's coming visit the diseases and plagues that will wipe out the native population who had lived in savage harmony with the world and instead bring only suffering.

Epsilon has found a way that is not the dysfunction of a badly managed liberal democracy or the chaos of anarchism, a truly natural and sensible way between the unchecked and unregulated capitalism and the violence of anarchism, and one that furthermore rejects the worst excesses of Humanism without accepting the absurd limitations on the free association of people wanted by many Anarchists.

Yet I have begun to see a changing in the very air, in the very water, as Greene's visit excited passion beyond sense, passion that leaves her publicly oblivious to a growing Personality Cult that she stabs at the center of, the rule of a despot who is finding ways to incite and control those who were once happy.

Those who, even a month ago, had sunk into the comfortable position of understanding their unique situation as the happiest natives of any system, are beginning to have nightmares, excited and enthusiastic either for or against Silvia Greene, especially when her schedule was leaked and it included potential addresses on top of meetings. She will ride in on her white horse to conquer those innocent children whose blessed freedom from politics must surely be envied by sane people. She is returning politics to Epsilon, upsetting the balance that has made the system the most peaceful in the entire galaxy.

It has sent thrills of chaos and disorder through Epsilon, crown jewel of the galaxy, and one of only several governments, Atlantis included, that has a handle on the Anarchy problem. She has done this, and she…


Political Activist Gwen Zhang Reacts to Greene-Mania
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Beloved activist and scholar Gwendolyn Zhang has gotten back to us on what Greene-mania can tell us about Epsilon politics. We interviewed her at their gorgeous and tastefully appointed bungalow, where she was painting something for a charitable fundraiser. When asked about Greene she claimed that Greene was "Tremendous, a true power-player in our galaxy, and a kindly and charitable sort. However," she went on to claim, "As an activist I know that there's more to life than inside baseball, and that those who play it aren't going to be playing to win."

When asked what victory would look like for Greene, Gwendolyn Zhang said, "Victory looks different for everyone. Some in my family define it differently than others, and even myself. And often that's what separates those who change the galaxy from those who merely become part of the background. I have to worry that Greene is too soft to do what needs to be done, not in the sense of violence… which of course is unnecessary, as Epsilon shows, but to make the kinds of deals you sometimes have to make when you're dealing with the larger problems. But that's beyond what we need to care about, so much so that we understand that her visit shows that the OK government is growing to accept our position."

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Comment Section (Page 1/15)

Seeing_Greene: You have to wonder if this is just a subtle attack.

ElsyianBound: Well yes, you know what they say, you can't make a revolution in white gloves. She's just a phony.

01010101_01010010_00100000_01000100_01010101_01001101: @ElysianBound: Reported for incitement of violence, creep.

HatersAnonymous: Gwen's so fucking hot, have you seen a picture of her? Man I would die for a taste of those lips.

Seeing_Greene: Ugh, who cares?

01010101_01010010_00100000_01000100_01010101_01001101: @HatersAnonymous, reported for sexual harassment, scumbag.

Seeing_Green: Made this throwaway account to mock the [CENSORED] Greene-heads and also the stupid robot.

01010101_01010010_00100000_01000100_01010101_01001101: @Seeing_Green, Digitally created Person, thank you. Reported.

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Nematode: This is why they say 'don't read the comments.'



Epsilon Lifts Free-Speech Zone Rules
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In recognition of the great enthusiasm for Silvia Greene, and in recognition for the importance of her arrival and the strong feelings on all parties, Epsilon will be lifting rules establishing Free-Speech Zones for protests in favor of a more open arrangement. All laws regarding illicit or violent protests will remain in effect, and barricades will be deployed as needed, but the People deserve to make their voices heard, and this open and free communication is to show to the galaxy the strength of the IPA Way.



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Preparing for protests is a very interesting process. I don't think people understand in general what it's like, and they didn't even before the IPA made things so… very carefully constrained. Free-Speech Zones are just an excuse to ignore inconvenient protests to create an image of a people who are too busy being rich and happy to be politically engaged… though it is true that the IPA has to a certain extent bled off the energy not just for the big reforms--so what you might say--but even for the small things. I've been working on a chart, but that's going to take time to get together. Needless to say, I'm not a fan of where the system is going, and I can say in the actual spirit originally meant by "at least the trains run on time" about services and infrastructural repairs.

But the key is that you want to try to get on some of the mid-level media. The high-level stuff usually won't cover you, and the low-level stuff covers you every which way because it's basically what I'm doing, blogging. This is different, we're going to be in front of the galaxy, and so rather than drawing attention by being slightly odd but in a harmless way, saying something almost like what is easy to say but not, what we need to do this time when we're protesting is not cause too much trouble… or rather, we need to ration it out, because they're looking for an excuse. I don't know what Greene has planned, but I do know the Zhangs. Which means I do know that there is a plan of some kind, because they've always had clever ideas and dirty tricks.

So we're trying to establish discipline over here, talking through our fears and worries, making sure there's enough water and snacks for everyone. Those just tuning in from the shoutout may be surprised, but it is actually really important to look after safety. Water, food, first aid kits, a plan for what to do if someone gets sick or needs to use the bathroom… these are all pretty important things for any kind of protest.

They're basic, but this is about the long-haul, not some sudden moment where everything falls right into place. The chance for that came and went, and now that's left is trying to work our way back into a greater place of influence and figuring out what the galaxy will look like when things shake out, and what our place in that is. Grand ambitions can let one soar, but if you don't have a launchpad, then what will come of it?

So here we are, gathering, a hundred strong or so, in this case for Pro-Greene protests, because while there might be differences we've heard grumblings from Humanist circles about making it a show of force, and so fuck them. (Gently fuck the system we have right now that dislikes Humanists but hardly guards against them expanding their influence as long as it doesn't end in open violence.) And we're just one of many groups. Consolidation might be important, but at the moment it just isn't happening, because there's all sorts of different priorities, and all of them clashing with each other. Our goal out there is to make our voices heard but not cause too much trouble.

They're waiting for it, the IPA. They want a justification for their 'Free Speech Zone' laws, one that people will buy who just occasionally read the news, because not everyone is convinced of it. So they want someone to be unruly, they want someone to make a mistake that can justify it… and the worst part is, we can't keep that from happening. Which means we need to think about what happens next.

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Live Report: Silvia Greene's Remarks--Analysis and Consideration
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Natalie: Silvia Greene has been stopped by the sheer press of crowd, some of whom are urging her to give a speech while others are yelling and booing. It seems likely that she'll speak at least briefly, though she can't possibly have any prepared remarks.

Jonas: The crowds are awfully big, here, hundreds of thousands to millions, though obviously even in this huge area that means most people stretch beyond it. There are tens of millions or more people tuned in, and I wouldn't be surprised if this ad-hoc speech is eventually seen by billions at least in parts, even if they're just soundbites. This could really be the moment she starts her run at the 'ship position', the leadership!

Evelyn: Ah, a joke about our second major hobby, sports betting analysis! But I think… and it's begun. That's interesting. She's directly addressing the last year, and… oh that'll be analyzed. "Anyone who promises to know the future, to have not just an idea of how things should go but how they will, should not be assumed to be in possession of the full facts." For someone who is increasingly viewed by some as a figure who can guide the way to a better tomorrow… that's a rather pessimistic statement.

Natalie: She does have a brand for honesty, and some of the lines about unity and uniformity seem to at least open the door to cooperation across party lines, but also closes the door on any delusions that she might not be talking about Humanists when she speaks of "the sitting temperature of the galaxy" and the way in which she feels as if some are living down rather than living up to the moment. There's no doubt that she's at least trying to differentiate herself from the pack.

River: Yes, but I think what's being missed here, polling-wise, is that she is also warring against options that aren't electoral. If I'm her, I have to wonder how many people might support me but think the system is broken.

Evelyn: So, what, she encourages it?

River: No, she admits it to defuse it, so that in two or three years when she makes her move they're going to be able to look back on moments like this and maybe they'll be more receptive to her message. This is not someone who plays the short game, I don't think.

Natalie: Our fashion analysts have a lot to say about her outfit, too. A power-suit, but a bigger one, just a little bit, full-body covering, clearly meant to be seen as serious, perhaps even sexless. Greene has never been associated with a sex scandal, a fact that has itself been a scandal before, as there are many who wonder whether she can know a parents' concerns or the romantic and love-based issues that require care and compassion if she's such a work-a-holic. But she seems to be leaning into it, with a positively Puritan look--
River: I think it looks good, actually. Very good color coordination with the tie and suit, and that hat is honestly a nice throwback, softens the look. She's always been very fashionable in her way, on top of the interior decorating. It's just understated… well, not in colors, she's never been one to lean all the way into subtle. But you know what I mean. I just don't think the voters care.

Jacob: We'll see, that's for sure.

Natalie: Oh, now that's an interesting line of discussion. She's currently addressing the matter of the frontier, and Spacer culture, though I don't know whether she'll win points trying to emphasize common interests, not on a system that has plenty who believe that Spacers are of a different class entirely. But I'd say, based on polling, that it's a gamble she has to take, especially if she wants to continue to expand her faction. What if she was aiming for a few of the Spacer voters to convince a few seats to flip…

Jonas: Well now that's interesting. She's responding to the criticisms, and… well, I can't say I'd imagine she'd press quite so hard on the point about the Box, but it is a winning issue on many planets, enforcement has become relatively unpopular… but not among key demographics that she should be seeking out.

Bobbert: Hey, sorry I'm late, but I should be here now. Ah, now that's a line. And I mean "a line." "The peoples of the galaxy have a right to make their voices heard" in a way that seems clear is aiming right at the old Colonial Reform arguments of the last century, in favor of, it seems--though she does not say it--some sort of two-tier system? It can't be fewer than that, though she doesn't say anything, because the Core Systems are far too powerful not to be in a class all their own.

River: But note, she hasn't said any of that. Let's not assume we know what her plans are.

Jonas: Sure, we can not assume, but Colonial Reform has been a bugbear of hers for a long, long time, and it might be a way for her to get Spacer votes. But what I noticed is… oh, did you see it River?

River: I did, throughout this speech, which has now reached the fifteen minute mark, she's always said people, or sentients, or other such politically correct words. Not once has she said 'Humanity' or 'Humans' which is a bold choice.

Bobbert: You say bold, I say foolish. There's plenty of people in the middle on the issue that don't truck with any kind of anti-Augment bias but will find failing to acknowledge that Humanity is the measure of all other things insulting, especially some PHRL soft-Bioconservatives that would otherwise fall into her lap.

Natalie: Greene is moving towards the end of her speech. And it's easy to see the campaign here, because some of her phrasing is very, "I come here to bury Caesar." Her critiques against the electoral left, or even the Left in general, are muted and her commentary on the disruption and chaos focuses as much on the possibilities for a better galaxy as the very real dangers, though she does acknowledge them… I don't know.

Jonas: It feels like a Statement.

Evelyn: It has to be viewed that way. She's risking a lot coming here, politically. There are polls that say… what? My God, my God!

River: What is… what's going on?
Natalie: …



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Blogpost--A Moment of Near Heartbreak
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A cry, a noise like a scream. A villain in every since of the word, a lower-class hoodlum not worth the mud on the boots of a real man of merit yelled out his savage war cry, "For Humanity!" and opened fire from the crowd. Dozens and dozens of shots fired in the direction of Greene and her security team as they moved towards the exit and the transportation.

It was a moment of near-tragedy whose chaos and heartbreak must have this paper set aside any grievances with Madame Greene, whose politics have often been divisive, but who was speaking against violence and hate when the shots were fired. Several looked as if they hit, but they must not have, because dauntless Silvia Greene, the right-hand Meritocrat behind many of JN OK's most successful policies did not stop. Indeed she declared that she would continue her move towards her next meeting, which was to meet Mary Zhang, an influential meritocrat in her own right.

The shooter, whose name has not been released to the public, took his own life in captivity some hours ago, though manhunts are underway as it is suspected that he was a member of the Humanist Group 'Bloody Green Fists.'

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AICD-Exile Notes (Unpublished)

Not going to publish this, because holy shit it would be unethical to make people understand how close they came, but I was nearby, about to ask her a question, and so I saw it closer. A few of the crowd were shot… but I think she was too. Twice, maybe three times, I saw the bullets from the Fatblunt gun hit her. Her suit must have been armored beneath it, perhaps with the bulk to justify it? Either way, only the fact that it hit her body and not her head saved her, and I saw her wince for a moment before she mastered whatever it was and played it off. No doubt the bullets left bruises, but she was quickly being ushered to the transport.

She was determined, and she didn't seem scared. If I had to guess, she seemed as if she, what? She was a little rattled, but she looked as if she was thinking very, very hard.

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Private Meeting Between Mary Zhang and Silvia Greene Drags Hours Past the Scheduled Hour, Officials Give No Word On Schedule Changes for Greene's Visit
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Why She Did It, Part 13: Why
Daily Dabbler Opinions Section (Unmoderated)

Let us not fall prey to paranoid and naive conspiracy theories. While obviously one has by this point burrowed down into the heart of her dark money connections to unions and spacers organizations, and why those might well make her officially a crime lord greater than the most fervent and unhinged comparisons made between Madame Zhang and such a role, we do not think that any absurd conspiracy such as the "illuminati" or "Shadow Council of Augment Supremacy Group 7" or any other such nonsense is responsible. No, Silvia Greene's weak point, as discussed in Parts 5-8, is that she is facing the risk of overexposure, and also the very real fact that the people of the galaxy have increasingly begun to reject such Anarchism in favor of more sensible ideologies that respect the strength needed to govern. Moderate reformism if placed in the context of an iron fist that is willing to push back against the craziness of the world is best.

So what is Greene's motivation, then? It is that she has a limit to her popularity and needs to short-circuit the fact. She has to push back on facing it as long as possible, and that is why she arranged her own "assassination" to conveniently miss. By doing so, by making herself a potential martyr, she has been allowed to waltz through the last few days of her visit without any of the criticism that her dangerously lax policies should face. Instead she was treated like a celebrity, like she was more important than anyone else and deserved to be protected, just because there had been an assassination attempt.

If we allow this to keep us from criticizing her and driving her from politics, then she'll have won. She needs to be kept on blast on all social media and at all times, and privacy is something that should exist only for the innocent, and she is innocent of nothing. Only the righteous voice of many drawing attention to her evils at all times, without pause, and criticizing all of her actions can drive her from the political world and therefore save the galaxy…


Zhang's Schemes Endanger Innocent Lives
Daily Dabbler Opinions Section (Unmoderated)

Is there any doubt that Mary Zhang is behind the assassination attempt? Beyond the removal of the Free Speech Zones, there's the fact that Mary Zhang knows when crime is going on in her system. The Zhang family in the IPA has built a reputation through vicious cunning, and so the idea that anything happens without at least their knowledge, and likely their consent, within the underworld of Epsilon defies belief. In such a case, we have to ask why the IPA is doing this, and what this means for the future of the Zhang dictatorship? The obvious speculation is simple, that Greene had knowledge or information that endangered her. So she plotted to murder one of the few who is fighting for a better galaxy, and do so in a way that could allow her to blame Humanists while hiding her collaboration with them.

The sham conflict the IPA has with Columbia and Ares is even more obvious in their matching, parallel demands for greater independence and even for a taste of government contracts. Despite her reputation as a believer in government devolution, she'd never trust such snakes to give away the keys to the Kingdom and the refits of vital SolNav ships slip beyond KC. Therefore, the only choice is to have her murdered, and yet this has failed and now it remains to push it further. The Interstellar Prosperity Alliance's conspiracy against the people continues to endanger the world unless they are destroyed.

For more crimes they are responsible for, consider that the foundation of MSI itself was not the start of the IPA's secret conspiracies, going back to the days of the reactionaries who fought against the DemFed and were secret future founders of MSI…

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Jew Greene Narrowly Escapes Augment-Plant Gunman
Epslion Epigenetics Truth.Social

Another factor is the image we now have of the supposed gunman. From his posture and some of his more brutish features, he's clearly either an Augment or part-Augment, his physiognomy not matching that of an actual human. Instead then we see an Augment or someone of Augmentic descent. Or perhaps an Augment willing to get clumsy surgery to frame the rightful scions of humanity. We can tell especially from this shot here, if you see the highlighted and outlined. [3/12]


Epsilon's Security Failures Highlight Immaturity of IPA Ideology
Daily Considerations.BlogTime

There is an all-powerful God among us, someone who knows all, sees all, and understands all. Yet is she so all-knowing? The ideology of the Interstellar Prosperity Alliance bases itself in an illiberal version of authoritarian democracy, one that rejects both free markets and free speech, and in exchange it promises prosperity, wealth, and power if you only abandon everything that makes you a person. But where is that security in the face of Humanist bandits? Where is that security when Mary Zhang played absurd games with the lives of a politician? Because that's what it was.

Those who think that she must have known there was an assassination coming ignore the more damning possibility: that she didn't know! That she didn't know because she is incompetent and her dream of absolute power is flawed and sure to soon topple!

What is it that they say about Epsilon? That you can bring the heat? That you can bring the fire? But in space the vacuum is cold? Of course she wanted to give Silvia Greene a hot entrance, the IPA is fundamentally opposed to all morality, all decency, and whatever flaws her ideology might have it is clear that Silvia Greene is fundamentally empty of corruption. If she did not embrace quasi-anarchism she might be a perfect politician. So show this perfect politician a bit of what it meant to be an enemy of the IPA, and hopefully she'd fold and buckle in the meeting.

She gambled, and paid the price in her own credibility. She will win sometimes, and lose sometimes, but as long as the ideology of the IPA bases itself on nothing more than the control of the Zhangs, it will always end in the judgment of a single, flawed woman. In such a case, what is to be done? What are we to do? The system is not set up to fight her, and even Silvia Greene cannot do anything against her… yet. But what I would not give to be a fly on the wall of that meeting.


Epsilon Bid Complicated By Recent Violence
The Compact Herald

The recent violence in Epsilon has raised questions about the local company's bids for the latest round of naval budget adjustments. The debate has now reached a fever pitch, as both the IPA and the government of Columbia have offered to provide their yards at a discount for the refitting of SolNav ships, and both the government of Columbia and the government of Epsilon have formally requested a lifting of the functionally defunct cap on how large their SDFs can be. The formal end of this cap would help legitimize the continued disintegration of the Compact, and thus has been opposed by many.

Indeed, the matter of exactly whether the SolNav ships would be safe, being refitted in Epsilon and Columbia respectively. The recent violence on Epsilon has negatively impacted the IPA's bid, and increased the chance that JN OK's government grants the refitting contract to Columbia. However, in order to do so he would have to find a way to reconcile Sivlia Greene, whose general belief in devolution of government seemed not to apply when it came to military refitting, to the situation. Instead she recently, just before her trip, gave a speech emphasizing that, "As SolNav is currently composed, it would seem a strange thing to take the time and distance to refit outside of KC. The situation may change, but I have to question some of the cost-savings, and remind one of this government's commitment to careful evaluation of costs both seen and unseen."

As a statement it carefully toed the government line of current indecision, in that it did not categorically rule out the possibility that an argument could be made to convince them. But if this is the case it will be increasingly clear that Greene has taken a hardline centralist, anti-corporate position with regards to the navy, liable to win friends with the Navy but alienate moderate, middle-class conservatives and corporate workers who might see her choices as driven by ideological considerations.

It is hard to be sure, but it is clear that the Interstellar Prosperity Alliance now struggles to justify why it should be trusted to be able to secure the safety of any ships entrusted to it. A spokesperson for the IPA is on record saying, "Actions are already being taken to deal with the Humanist menace, and indeed we have strengthened our response to these violent and dangerous elements…"

However Professor Lucas Grimms of the University of KC, Professor of Political Philosophy, points out that, "The tighter they hold onto power, the more organizations will slip through their fingers" and that they are "facing the very limitations of an authoritarian system that stifles dissent in the name of peace, and yet instead stifles peaceful dissent while not touching illegal quasi-rebellion…"

In this, as in many things, it is clear that the coming Summer will determine whether the Compact can weather these political storms and come out the other end stronger and more determined.


Name of Perpetrator Released
Spacer News

…Audrey Simmons, a woman in her thirties has a rap sheet that includes several cases of assault, battery, and public intoxication, ending six years ago when she says she "found the truth" and began turning her life around. Her friends and loved ones, including her fiance, say that she began getting involved in Humanist …




Silvia Greene Leaves Epsilon: A Retrospective
Flying Bag Of Trash: Adamist News For The Revolutionary Spacer

Honestly what the fuck was that. Where was the drama, other than the assassination? Shouldn't politicians at least exist for our entertainment. Shouldn't they do something more amusing than a few speeches, a few meetings, and otherwise generally simply advancing their interests? Shouldn't they sing a song or dance a dance, if they're going to demand taxpayer dollars for their defense against getting shot in the head. If someone shoots at me, they certainly aren't rousting up the Humanist monsters behind it. We once again face the reality that liberal politics are simply boring, the cantering dance of the Reformists, a dance without rhythm, while reactionaries begin to work toward the destruction of the world. It is enough to disgust one, it is enough to leave one cold and unfeeling against the so-called miseries of a wealthy woman who has lived a life of power and privilege.

She is leaving, and what does she leave behind? A system doomed to the rule of a brutal strongwoman, so that she can continue to be complicit in the evils of the Compact. It is the truth, that we must harden ourselves against this kind of sympathy, the sympathy for class enemies over the millions if not billions across the galaxy who suffer and will continue to suffer no matter what Silvia Greene does. She has showed up, and given what little she can: sympathy, kind words for those skeptical of the way the Compact is going, but what else is there?

What else is there? We can see it in the AIC, we can see it in a dozen, dozen governments. Whatever honor we say she has, it is trash. A truly honorable person would have stayed on Sol all that time ago.

So I say to Silvia Greene… good riddance.



Penglai Government Okays Participation
Cosmoliberal Herald

Without fundamentally accepting the authority of the Compact, they have stated their participation or at least appearance at the Conference, a major step for the embattled JN OK government, which is facing fresh headwinds involving the budget process and especially the naval budget of the coming year. It is likely, according to sources in the know, that this is the result of Silvia Greene's influence specifically in getting the ever-wavering and ever-changing government(s) of Penglai to agree to participation, aided in part by the presence of the AIC, whose invasion prompted the most recent government collapse in Penglai in the face of debates as to what, if anything, they could do to respond. In such circumstances, it seems likely they will wish to contact the AIC.

Indeed there have been calls to act to prevent any such meetings, since even if they will be monitored there is too great a risk of contact between revolutionary factions. But indeed it is the case that increasingly among the base that Greene is riding, there is support for what one of her supporters in Parliament, Agathe Simms, has called, "A real and lasting path towards peace and cooperation." The rhetoric has only sharpened in the last month or two, and this has caused strain among the coalition that currently governs, which…


The Perils of Passing Through Penglai
Anarchist Free Tribune (Penglai)


Oh what a terrifying, scary thing. Imagine, stepping foot into a system that has no slaves! Why, imagine not being able to kill a TLI, imagine not being able to work someone to death and charge their survivors the fees? What terror, what horror! The bourgeoisie of the Compact, who do not tremble at ordering mass-murder, find themselves terrified and furious at the idea of Silvia Greene repeatedly treating our system as if it is any other system, willing and able to pass through trusting that of course we will show a peaceful traveler seeking nothing more than negotiation the respect that is due them.

It takes a lot to be someone who should be captured if they've gotten an agreement to pass through, and just as we will refuse under all circumstances to allow warships to pass through in any circumstances, so much as we are able… we are perfectly willing to accept Greene's temporary presence.

But the very fact of this has impacted Compact politics, and will continue to impact it! But so what? Do they truly think that things in the Solarian Compact are all good and things outside it all bad? Even the liberal moralizers of the galaxy, the journalists, are starting to be able to look into anarchist free territories such as the Amaranthine Interstellar Commonwealth and see more than just black and white.

That, then, is what they are afraid of: what happens when their walls come tumbling down.


New Investigative Journalist Report Ignites Controversy Over Amaranth Interstellar Commonwealth
KC Star
 
Media you should know about in a post Broadcast world

Media you should know about in a post Broadcast world

By Harry Fakename, Coreward Cell Arts Critic-Atlantis Interstellar Courier Dispatch in Exile

If you have people, you have media, it has always been such: even a single person isolated on an island or a space-station will make up stories to stave off madness and keep themselves entertained.

There is always a media landscape, and for much of the past two centuries that landscape has been dominated by Hermes-Ishtar and its predecessors. Massive interstellar corporations with the SolCoin to rival God and the drive to fill every mind with their product at every moment.

Every living being was exposed to the promoted genius of HI's product, carefully planned and executed sometimes decades in advance, the one single overriding goal of Hermes-Ishtar was not to make money directly, but capture and own the imaginations of every citizen of the Community of Humanity.

Great projects were launched, immense campaigns waged, springing off from great cultural marshaling grounds like those of Chronicle, Symphony, or Elysium and all centrally planned from Number One Aspire Plaza on Penglai by rank after rank of dedicated marketing personnel and a constellation of all-too-perfect executives.

Yet despite this, most media produced in the Compact remained locally sourced, often not even produced by Hermes-Ishtar. Indeed, large segments of the media landscape were produced by the other Charters for internal consumption in the frontiers (sometimes by subsidiaries or by contracting out to Hermes-Ishtar) or by companies local to the First Colonies and thus proportionately powerful in their own right. The leading example of such being the family owned Sun Media empire of Penglai.

The power and planning of Hermes-Ishtar and the immense scale of the First Colonies means that the mass media landscape has been integrated into a single market with many tiny segments ripe for exploitation. While any single individual may find themselves with a unique media consumption pattern, they will remain aware of a shared landscape around them.

This single media sphere is in fact something that the Cosmoliberal Establishment of the Solarian Compact is quite proud of, as it reinforces the concept of the Community of Humanity as being a single indivisible whole.

Though challenged by Amaranthine's Broadcast and the subsequent political strife, that single media sphere has remained. In fact, the participation of the Amaranthine revolutionaries in the RBC and SolComm projects has strengthened the idea of all Humanity participating in a single living media ecosystem, giving it legs as a project that may outlive the Cosmoliberalism that birthed it.

That is to say, the current media landscape of Humanity finds itself in the midst of sea change. We find ourselves in a transitional period where the ideas of yesteryear and tomorrow exist together at once. Where the great media behemoths decay and metamorphosize at the same time as new properties emerge onto the scene and both the private and personal find themselves on the same screen as the ideological and state-mandated.

To begin, we look back to recent years. For multiple media cycles now the Compact's media landscape has been dominated by the 'Feel Good' movie. Often (though not always) set in an idealized past, these properties tended to have little ongoing plot and focused instead on mood, crafting an unchallenged and enjoyable experience. These properties centered themselves on broadly drawn and unthreatening characters -characters a consumer could easily insert themselves into. This crypto-voyeuristic experience let billions imagine themselves separated from the hustle and bustle of the workday and instead leading an easy and comfortable life.

While the leading examples of the format were feature films, regular half hour installments of various series were how most regularly experienced this vibes-based artistic movement. Often a popular series would receive elevation to relevancy with a feature film or a successful film would inspire an extended series.

As for Unscripted Content, the world of XP was tailor made for the Feel Good era. Ideally XP stars would participate in experiences or consume products that the average consumer had trouble finding the time and money for. While in previous eras this would trend towards the exhilarating or titillating, more recent XP stars would instead record themselves in comfortable and relatable situations. Relatable or comfortable situations facilitated by the goods and services of whoever was sponsoring the broadcast.

Many predicted the fall of this genre after the smash success of "Empty Passages" and its sequel, which heralded the rise of what became known as the 'Frontier Thriller'. Representing what feature movies and games could provide best: sweeping action and epic setpieces an uncountable number of imitators were rushed into production.

Most of these, ended up high-profile flops. The most infamous of these failures were HI Big Set Features "Edge of Space" and "Hollow Guns" both flops due to endless director driven cost overruns and failure to capture the moral ambiguity that characterized the Frontier Thriller. Interestingly enough the Frontier Thriller found its true calling as mid-budget TV series. "Only the Sky Can Save Us from Our Own Sins", "Hollow Dawn", and "Morningstar" proved to be smash hits for original properties and semi-successful in their own rights, avoiding cancellation for multiple seasons while building a devoted following of hundreds of millions or even low billions.

While the Frontier Thriller genre did displace the Feel Good movie and game from the Feature Product and Mid Budget Show market segments and posed a challenge to the dominance of the Feel Good era, Feel Good media remained dominant with smaller series and XP recordings until the Broadcast upended the entire landscape.

Since the Broadcast has been another matter entirely, one that must be dealt with on a region by region basis. I've included some major media you might have heard of and should probably be aware of, even watch if you want to understand it. I don't promise it's all good, or even moral, but it is good to understand where our current media landscape is at. You should of course, follow all legal requirements of whatever place you are in and definitely not look for illegal methods of media consumption made easier thanks to the technologies of the broadcast.


Sol

Despite her fallen status, Earth's population and diversity of culture ensured that her status as a cultural production center never really went away in the same way as her policial and industrial strength.

Though more and more media from Earth tended to hide its origins, the Broadcast, and a wave of planet-wide patriotic fervour, has gripped Earth. While patriotism is at an all time high, the current trend lends itself towards a patriotism of 'our nation and all our buddies on Earth vs the Compact' rather than the traditional patriotism of nation vs nation. This patriotism also tends to be both top down and bottom up, with state funded Feature Productions accompanied by a flood of amature productions coming out at a pace that is threatening to overtake even Penglai's traditionally prodigious output.

As befits such an important cultural center, more than one of their local products has entered the galaxy's discourse and imaginations.

Fellow Travelers


Fellow Travelers represents the 'top down' side of Earth's patriotism. A prestige drama and Small Stage Feature directed by the legendary Miranda Ogundare (rumored to have been coaxed out of retirement by a personal visit from UNS General Secretary himself) Fellow Travellers tells the story of how the real historical figures of Franklin Delano Roosevelt and Joseph Stalin worked together to defeat fascism at the start of the atomic age.

By turns harrowing and heartwarming it's a propaganda piece with a surprisingly dark comedic edge that allows some honest points about the flaws of both men. Told in an almost epistolemic style unfolding over nearly two decades, Fellow Travellers sits in an odd place where it could almost, almost have been something that would evade the wartime censor's brush for general release, but an unseemly brutality towards the invading Germans in Russia saw its distribution limited in Loyalist space among with press outrage -something which has only enhanced its mystique and deepened its viewership.

Fellow Travelers ends on a tragic tone, where the stress of war ends up destroying both men. FDR dies in a literal manner, leaving Stalin to drink himself into a shell of a man who returns to his paranoid ways. In their wake there is a falling out that weakens both their nations. A harrowing timeline of collapse that interspersed the credits of Fellow Travelers implies that the collapse of both the United States and Soviet Union and the return of fascism in the 21st century stems from the inability of their successors to deal a final deathblow to international capitalism and their own countries' incipient imperial ambitions.

2 Nations


Contrasting the stories of Miranda Ogundare and Studio Hadi, 2 Nations comes from Áoxiáng Studio. Founded in the wake of the Broadcast, Áoxiáng Studio drew its staff from that segment of Chinese creatives previously employed in what were derisively called the "HI Farms". A success for the newly formed group, 2 Nations has been hailed as a foretaste of what post-Compact Earth Media could and should be.

Like Fellow Travelers, 2 Nations is a Feature Product set during the Second World War around the time of the foundation of United Nations itself. Unlike the Small Stage Fellow Travelers, this Big Set Feature has been described as an "ahistorical historic". Nominally 2 Nations is about a volunteer squadron of United States pilots named "The Flying Tigers" aiding a weak China against the invading Japanese Empire.

But what 2 Nations is really about is the People's Republic of China and the Democratic Federation, and doesn't hide it. The American pilots are heavily coded as modern Chinese, and the Chinese coded as modern DF, though each mixes this with actual historical aesthetics in a way meant to deliberately blur the lines, given 2 Nations an incredibly unique stylization. This look has buoyed an ongoing wave of interest in looking back to historical Earth-cultural aesthetics rather than interstellar Compact-focused ones.

CSI: Real Pacific City


CSI: Pacific City was a gritty show about the grim lives of Pacific city, where in order to catch the criminals the cops tortured, killed, lied, and worse to hold the line against a greater evil. Which was, of course, treated as necessary and good. Post revolution, some creators, along with some remaining cast members, reimagined the show with an iconoclastic and contrarian ACAB bent.

The previous heroes are now the villains, and many of the villains revealed to have indeed been innocent like they claimed or to have committed crimes far less than those they were punished for.

Normally Real Pacific City would have entered the local consciousness and maybe picked up a mod sized following, but two things have propelled it to galactic fame.

Firstly, locally "CSI:RPC" captured a key zeitgeist of Pacific City shortly after the North American Resurgence, and then in turn clips and then entire episodes made it out to the wider Compact, enraging or enrapturing fans of the original show, whose engagement in turn fueled further engagement throughout UNS and allied space.

Pacifica especially has developed an especially large following with Patriot faction leader Gergory Liao promoting the show as an example of the Federation's own drive for militant justice being universal. Naturally CSI: RPC has inspired the production of several local imitators in the Citizens' Federation.

As a show, the number of contributors and often amateur writing leads to wildly varying tones and quality. CSI:RPC is often satirically biting at the original show, or even mean spirited anger. It has episodes that hit like a knife and ones that just flail without a point.

Overall the most recent series has started to even out as the creators find their footing and have gotten a glut of volunteers, but even so it's an open question weather CSI:RPC will attain any real staying power or merely be relegated to a flash in the pan phenomenon.

Luminary

Taking advantage of Hermes Ishtar having lost their control of Terrestrial Media, and the UNS General Assembly throwing the Charter's intellectual properties into the public domain, Studio Hadi, one of the genuinely prestigious Earth-based Egyptime studios, opted to adapt this hit Empty Passages fanfic (In which Captain Loria finds herself captured by Rosepierre).

Interestingly, Luminary itself is something of a fanfic having received a major revision along with the blessings of the original writer. While the original fic kept the original Empty Passages premise that the revolution had gone too far even if Rosepierre herself was good, rewrites blessed by original Luminary writer Ms. Alija Han opts to instead have Loria confront the evils of the Compact itself.

From my own review, I can tell you that Luminary is 'the most fucking Egyptime space fight that ever Egyptime'. And 'someone on this team is horny for sleek triangle ships, and is giving several people new fetishes'.

Atlantis


CAPITAL PD: Counter Terror Unit


The latest iteration of the CAPITAL PD series of police procedurals overseen by regular producer Armand Maras, CPD:CT reunites CAPITAL franchise veterans with Atlantis' most talked about up and coming talent.

Following the fictional Counter Terrorism Unit of the Capital City Police Department, writers, actors, and staff of CPD:CTU have been given unprecedented access to the CCPD's very real Terrorism Response And Prevention Section under the direction of a Normal Regime which sees CPD:CTU as a key locus in habituating Atlanteans to the day to day reality of law enforcement under the PROTECT laws.

Headlined by veteran CAPITAL PD actor Vincent Montrose returning in his role as Captain Cal Malheur, newly reassigned to the CTU after an initially unspecified terrorist attack on the fictional Precinct 51 (The setting of the recently concluded CAPITAL PD: PRECINCT 51). He is joined by an all-star ensemble cast who find themselves weekly drawn into the machinations of extremist groups threatening the Peace, Order, and Good Government of Atlantis even as Captain Malheur investigates off the books to uncover the true culprits behind the destruction of Precinct 51.

The result is a glossy but cynical procedural who's plots are often too fanciful for its general aesthetic. Almost every episode arc features low level criminal acts turning out to be the machinations of some shadowy outside force. As of the current point, nearing the end of the second blockbuster season, all of the "Congressional People's Navy RAVENS", "United Earth Special Forces", "Revolutionary Student and Workers's United Front", and "Baseline Rights Alliance", have all taken turns as being the shadowy mastermind of their own respective arcs. As of the current arc, it appears that all four groups are secretly working together to stir the pot on Atlantis, backing the frightening "Shadow Council" of the "All-Atlantis Industrial Workers' Union" a corrupt Adamsist union with links to organized crime.

As a show CPD:CTU is a perfect example of Atlantis' new favorite production model: establishment propaganda in a mid budget TV format dressed up like a Big Set Feature Production. Take an existing franchise, give its producers a budget bigger than God, grant them exclusive access to subject matter experts, lend them real government resources to fill in the gaps and then sprinkle liberally with veteran actors and younger up and comer true believers willing to give their all.

CTU's ripped from the headlines veneer and Normal Regime support do little to detract from the slick and well produced series, because as a show CPD: CTU delivers well acted and well presented chills and thrills, moving at a pace so fast that one doesn't have time to really think about the politics on display.

Captured Raindrops


A trio of Small Stage Feature Production films about the refugee experience presented in reverse chronological order, Captured Raindrops follows the generational struggles of a Chinese family through the Xinhai Revolution, the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution, and the Fourteen Days as they suffer upheaval at the hands of revolutionaries heedlessly causing destruction in the pursuit of an impossible dream.

While each generation is forced from China by the actions of utopian idealists causing untold horrors, they eventually return to their homeland helping to restore prosperity, only for the cycle to repeat again. Using period sources and current day interviews with refugees from Earth Captured Raindrops captures their mourning for their lost home, the feelings of disconnection, and lack of understanding among those they meet in atmospheric scenes that are allowed the time to properly breathe in Director J Nilfar's signature Atlantean Melancholy style.

While its political themes are obvious (Revolution is bad, nowhere on Earth is safe until the revolution collapses on itself) an undeniable authenticity and heartfelt production makes Captured Raindrops J Nilfar's, one of the best known of the Atlantean new wave's normal melancholy style. The result is a heartfelt drama which has seen large scale distribution even on Penglai and other revolutionary worlds.

While there are currently no rumblings of spin offs, rumour also holds that originally Captured Raindrops was a single movie about the most recent generation of refugees produced out of pocket by Nilfar and a circle of friends. It was only after by the Atlantean Ratings Board that Normal Regime media liaisons suggested that the movie be expanded to a full trilogy leading to a hasty production schedule for the later two period piece Feature Productions.

Great Wars (™) Series--Compact's Edge


The latest in the Great Wars ™ franchise of hard core competitive online strategy games, Compact's Edge has been in production for nearly a decade. Despite an extended production cycle that would usually herald disaster, Compact's Edge has come out to near universally positive to glowing reviews, with its eclectic mix of micro and macro scales being well-received.

Compact's Edge narrative (such as it is) involves taking the players through a series of campaigns reminiscent of the actual Charter Frontier Wars, or alternate scenarios branching off from various "what ifs". Compact's Edge also sees the return of the "referee" system returning from 2243's smash-hit spin off "Great Wars: Campaigns: -Warpath" in which the player is encouraged to balance their degree of conflicts with other Charters against the possibility of Naval and Parliamentary involvement if they create too much market disruption or become front page news.

With the success of Compact's Edge, official and consumer-involved expansion content is already announced to be on the way being proposed for the game involving alien invasions, major alternate histories, and more detailed gameplay.

However, not all is smooth sailing for Great Wars Studios as some Normal Regime media figureheads view its moderately anti-Charter, if generically pro-Compact atmosphere as potentially disloyal. Already a petition with several million signatures has been forwarded to Great Wars Studios asking that the studio rush out official expansion content set in the current moment in which a resurgent Solarian Compact crushes crazed Anarchist Revolts on the Frontier.

Thus far Great War Studios have refused to bend, citing that it goes against their creative vision as a history focused series. This has led the Atlantis Rating Agency to publically muse on increasing the rating for the entire Great Wars Series to Adults Only, or pulling its advertising from public spaces. At the moment, however, the controversy has only driven sales and given it the appearance of a far more politically radical game than it truly is.

Columbia


Ghost Recon: Risen Dead


The latest iteration of the long running and oft rebooted Ghost Recon series, Risen Ghosts is a 2070s Feature Product game period piece that follows the titular United States special forces over the period of the death of the United States through their long exile during and into the last days of the Democratic Federation. The plot of Risen Dead involves the Ghosts attempts to prevent a group of anarchist terrorist cyborgs known as the "Revenants" to build and use the "Atmospheric Depletion Bomb" (a fictional super weapon) against their political and personal enemies.

Rated as dire and barely functioning on release, Risen Dead had a deeply troubled production. Initially set in eastern Europe in the early 2020s and featuring Gangster Russia as the antagonists, production was hastily retooled into the current game after an infusion of USC Army funding.

The result, a much expanded, but extremely buggy game that required a 120 hour a week crunch by most of the staff. While officially painted as a passion project, off the books there have been reports of several hospitalizations from the abuse of stimulants and circadian regulators by programming staff.

The current v1.390c patch has put Risen Dead in a more or less functional state, though most players prefer the early stage setting sections, where the Ghosts are on a mission in Eastern Europe (reusing assets from the original 2020s maps but pushing the timeline forward) when they hear the news of the fall of the USA into anarchy. While the "Interregnum" chapters are well regarded for their asymmetrical cat and mouse gameplay against Democratic Federation secret police during the Federation's height, the concluding fall of the Federation segments are comparatively much weaker, and the publisher, FreedomSoft, has promised further patches to improve things.

Recent discourse has revolved around how deep Risen Dead's emotional story beats actually are when not interrupted by crashes or glitches. Telling a story of exile, revenge, and hatred, Risen Dead appears to draw a direct correlation between the Ghosts and Revenants, with the Revenants playing the role of dark mirror with all the worst moments of the Revenants being reflected in some way by the Ghosts before a sadly underwhelming climactic set piece in Earth Orbit that sees the Ghosts defeating their personal and professional demons embodied by the various members of the Revenant team.

The discourse around the story is sadly not driven by the merits of the game as a work of art, but over how much of said depth was patched in (a common joke is to post an image of FreedomSoft patch notes solely containing the words "Added Gameplay and Story") after the fact. Much of the story of the middle act was entirely rewritten between release and the present, moderating a much more bombastic tone and adding in character beats that would be retroactively called back in the closing act.

Those used to FreedomSoft's usual politics will be pleased to note that Risen Dead has a surprisingly friendly and nuanced portrayal of augments, including interactions between the squad and new cyborg member Able.

A crossover with popular monster movie franchise Howlers is planned for release in the next few months.

Bounding II


The sequel of a somewhat-successful Feel Good Big Stage comedy featuring a lagomorph augment babysitter teaching her charge basketball in order to stick it to a neighborhood bully, with the surprise twist that augment "Bell O'Hare" didn't know anything about basketball herself.

This movie takes the usual response to the success of the first Bounding by expanding the scale and stakes. Now known in the neighborhood as an expert basketball coach, O'Hare finds herself coaching an entire team of kids for the Big Tournament and being just as unprepared for the job as before, with predictably comedic results.

A Feel Good Era Feature Product film released post broadcast, Bounding II is absolutely out of sync with the current cultural moment, even disregarding rumored production issues. The film would be unremarkable if not for Humanist influencers on Columbia pointing to the comedic consequences of O'Hare's inexperience as the 'Natural result of putting an augment in a position of power'. The absurdity of the statement led to a re-evaluation of the film and its ironic adaptation by the Columbian anti-Humanist community in memes.

Having observed the buzz around the movie Mercury-Manat producers are already laying the groundwork for Bounding III.

Royal Lao Army


Published by super grognard history hobby publisher Bayonet Games, Royal Lao Army is a period piece tactical shooter centering around a unit of paratroopers fighting Communist insurgents in South East Asia during the Cold War of the 20th century.

Bayonet Games have published a large number of extremely well researched historical war games over the years, and Royal Lao Army was simply another in the series. However Royal Lao Army's release only six months after the broadcast, and script revisions which sharpened the game's anti-Communism saw it capture the Columbian zeitgeist at the time.

Bayonet doesn't quite know what to do with this success, but is apparently workshopping several follow up ideas with their devoted fanbase.

Olduvai


Dark Depths


The latest horror novel from perpetual best selling Olduvai horror writer Yonas Samuel, Dark Depths follows a group of police officers who learn that their friends, family, and even government have been infiltrated by sinister and eldritch things from beyond the stars. These beings, called the Worms, have made common cause with various augmented radicals and seek to mutate humanity into a new slave race.

Dark Depths has been condemned by members of the ruling Social Reform Party and various media critics for its overt Humanist themes, and most horror fans and even fans of Yonas Samuel's previous works think that her Humanist politics have leaked too hard into her work.

The Broken Circle


A prestige mini-series about the Broken Circle Conspiracy and its unraveling.

Produced with unprecedented access to government and OCPS personnel and records and featuring interviews with everyone from ground level soldiers and police following both sides up to Prime Minister Izem Meziane himself, The Broken Circle is either considered the most deeply intimate and well researched documentaries produced in recent times or blatant propaganda providing causus belli for the "real" coup, Meziane's Night of Popular Renewal.

Either way, it's hard to argue that Broken Circle isn't very well produced, and was made with the blessing and enthusiastic cooperation of the current Olduvai government.

Sol - A Musical Odyssey


The revival of the smash hit orchestral-style musical Feature Product, first produced on Olduvai in 2200, has by pure chance arrived at a truly fortuitous moment under the direction of Conductor Wind Ruto and the famed Zambezi Symphony Orchestra.

A Musical Odyssey's invocation of the musical history of Sol, and especially its focus on the whole musical history, from recreations of the oldest songs in East Asia, Greece, and Africa, to a dizzying and almost worrying array of popular music, metal, remixes and more, celebrates all the facets of Earth's musical history, and thus was viewed even in 2200 as an intensely Daughter-aligned work of musical prowess.

On August 21, 2255, the current run of A Musical Odyssey became a subject of great controversy. In its farewell performance on Olduvai, at which point it had been scheduled to go on the road across the Core Worlds (now, after hasty schedule revisions in the last months, sans Sol and Penglai), the musicians of the ZSO staged a protest at the end of the performance by playing a very familiar chiptune ringtone before launching into several old and several new revolutionary songs from Earth, including some recent chart-toppers from just a month before.

Seen as a protest against the Atlantis Ratings Agency, which had requested veto power over the performance, the gesture led to widespread controversy which saw the musically-interested public divided but generally intrigued by the controversy.

Pengalai


The Rats


A fairly low budget but extremely visceral Small Set horror film from Penglai, The Rats features a small student commune's battle against rats infected with the runoff from a broken corporate lab which was examining alien material.

Extremely gory and exploitative, with The Rats main heroine (played by pre-war video blogger and real life student revolutionary Mona Chrome) and her enby love interest spend almost a third of the film naked or topless, The Rats is emblematic of the so-called New Films on Pengalai, produced since the revolution often on almost no budget or script approval from a production company. Whether the lack of corporate oversight has really led to a good film or not is disputed by many. But regardless New Films like The Rats and its like have become a staple of easy entertainment on Penglai.

With the protagonists being the only ones willing to fight against the rats while various other groups won't listen, won't cooperate, or have become engaged in self destructive factionalism, the film is totally unsubtle in its unificationist politics. The Rats is also is marked by the same New Films horror genre convention of almost the entire cast going down fighting against the monster.

A sequel, "The Plant", is in production.

Mr. February II: From the Edge of Beyond sSpace


Mr. February was a generally well reviewed 'Feel Good' film released in 2252 about a somewhat hapless man managing to find love and a family over a ten year period. Its sequel was released… on May 19th. Far too late for any changes in a post broadcast world.

It was not the only film to completely miss the cultural zeitgeist of a post-broadcast world. Many films did, with already released films seeing no impact post broadcast, and new releases seeing next to no viewings, or even hasty retools or canceled production.

But it was Mr. February II that most captured the discontinuity between the news and the media being released in the public imagination, enough to grant it a second life as a discussion piece.

Part of the infamy was timing, as Mr. February II was the largest film to be released into Penglai's revolution, and part of it was that Mr. February II was, honestly, a rather clever film. With the plot revolving around the family moving to the colonies, the film took a comedic look at the 'Frontier Thriller' genre, lampooning a genre that had far more misses than hits.

As some critics had pointed out, in many ways Mr. February II's writing team 'understood' the message of Empty Passages far more than many of the trend-chasers who aped its style without substance. Underneath its comedy and feel good feelings was a comedic critique of the colonial abuses, often showing the colonies as incompetently run and as a place to send meritocrat failchidren so they won't embarrass the big families of the Core worlds.

Watching it now… there is a sense of haunting wrongness to Mr February II. Jovial, joking critiques that were biting in one era suddenly reduced to ineffective, near toothless gnawing only weeks later. Mr. February II's optimistic sense that everything would turn out alright feels utterly alien in the wake of recent chaos. The film's sense that the First Colonies were sturdy and certain and that some things only happened 'in the frontier' are now strange to worlds that have all experienced unimaginable upheaval, for good or for ill.

The movie's most discussed aspect these days is viewers' experiences watching something that is at once so familiar and so alien.

The War of Queens


Adaptations of Romance of the Three Kingdoms have always been popular, but The War of Queens is a science fantasy retelling set in an ancient human civilization with a caste entirely devoid of all types of men is perhaps the oddest to have become popular in recent years.

Much of the project's success perhaps owes to its directors, as it grew out of a project between rising star of the Penglai Landing Island action circuit Naomi Song, and darling of the Atlantean New Wave Liliana Azure. Azure's flight to Penglai shortly after the broadcast apparently left her feeling depressed and useless and the love story between her and the much younger Song has drawn attention and gossip to the project.

The initial pitch was put out more than a year before the broadcast and production was well begun when Song met Azure preparing to jump off the roof of a Landing Island party a few weeks after the Broadcast. She talked the other director down, and pulled her into the project, on the promise of teaching her a new form of cinematic language, that of action cinema.

The round of re-shoots and computer editing, and the expansion of the project brought by the Shintokyo Art School Death Commandos liberation of the massive Hermes Ishtar prop warehouse near the Charter's old HQ contributed to a massive escalation in scale for the project.

The result has been a uniquely artistic piece of action cinema which has almost perfectly captured the current Zeitgeist of chaos, hope and depression across the Compact, and has become one of the most popular pieces of media on all sides across Penglai and beyond.

Stand out performances include Kasumi Wu as Cao Cao, in a breakout performance apparently influenced by recently discovered early 21st century retellings of the story, and Daisy Kim as Zhuangzi, one of the leaders of the yellow turban rebellion, whose show stealing performance owes a lot to Empty Passage's Robespierre (and her real life inspirations).

Perhaps the single most viewed piece of media in current times (second only to the Broadcast itself) The War of Queens has made a massive cultural impact across the galaxy. Even bleeding into contemporary meme culture The War of Queens is set to be one of the defining pieces of media produced in the current era. The immense success consequently solidifies the fact that Penglai is Humanity's beating cultural heart at a time when the very idea was in doubt, no doubt to the chagrin of frontier separatists and Compact loyalists alike.

Epsilon


Roulette


A light, feel-good comedy set on Lakishima. Only notable for definite favouritism from Epsilon's first-among-equals Mary Zhang, Roulette appears to be a contemporary take on the Feel Good Feature Product film.

Roulette is the work of first time Director Bradly Chess-Station, who had previously been a mechanic before the rise of the Interstellar Prosperity Association, who said that he got the idea for Roulette from his own experiences trying to manage a family trip to Lakishima in 2239.

Roulette is often accused of being a propaganda piece as the film emphases Lakishima as a fun and family friendly place that is in line with the greater IPA values. However, by all evidence Chess-Station seems to merely be a Director who believes into the IPA's worldview and Roulette is not a deliberate work of propaganda.

It is said, although this might merely be rumors, that not only did Mrs. Zhang watch Roulette twice (a confirmed fact) but that she laughed both times. Certainly, it is the case that if her enjoyment is entirely performative it is a rather overstated performance as she personally attended the second viewing with a who's who of Epsilon movers and shakers and paid the tickets of all in attendance out of her own luxury stipend.

The Uvarian Newsroom


A comedy show about the cast of a newsroom in the fictional Uvarian system. The Uvarian system has recently had a revolution, only no one can decide what that revolution was for. Day to day coup and contrecoup result in governing systems that are Anarchist, Corporatist, Communist, Humanist, and even Loyalist. Meanwhile the cast of the newsroom tries to survive by reporting in a way to please the current party in charge, often having to change direction midway through broadcast.

Cynically, one could argue that it is Epsilon propaganda, portraying most other systems as wild and dangerous hellscapes. Unfortunately for those who point this out, it's also bitingly funny, and its willingness to take shots at most everyone means there are at least a few clips aimed at people you hate that you will circulate.

Korolev-Chandrasekhar

(Quick side note: Unlike the rest of the core, KC has never had much of a movie industry due to its fairly small population and large preponderance of its economy dealing with the navy; however, during the revolution on Sol, it gained a windfall in the form of several famed directors from Hollywood, Bollywood, and Nollywood who saw the winds on Earth as unfavourable to them. This included Mark Li and famous action director Kiran Langtree. The Navy of the Solarian Compact has since produced multiple high budget propaganda movies that combine military realism with the talents of several of Earth's finest directors.)

HELLHOUNDS


Following a team of SNNISDOGS (Solarian Navy Naval Infantry Special Detached Operation Group) commandos, HELLHOUNDS is a Big Set Feature Product film movie-cycle of the kind that Mark Li previously did for the First Frontier War and the Great Black Summer of 2187. The tale is somewhat more fanciful than Mark Li's last few years of more gritty and realistic fare and harkens back to his work of the 2230s, though it shares the same realistic style of his more modern work such as "The Cooper Extraction" and "DZ.".

HELLHOUNDS follows a SNNISDOGS team trapped on a rogue Battlecruiser whose crew of defectors seek to bring a salvaged alien probe full of strange technological secrets to the UNS.

HELLHOUNDS stars frequent Mark Li collaborator Olivia Felix who received several new augmentations to get the role, and took a large amount of advice from KC's real SNNISDOGS teams. This has led to much interest from military nerds who believe it might expose SNNISDOGS tactics and procedures, though most experts think that it does not expose more information than is already publicly available.

In general, HELLHOUNDS has Mark Li's deft touch, though some consider the combination of ripped from the headlines current events and 2230's era quasi-horror science fiction slightly strange.

HELLHOUNDS is also the cause of a minor but growing breach between the Solarian Navy and the government of Atlantis, after the Atlantis Ratings Agency banned HELLHOUNDS from official release there due to its mention of the Atlantis civil war as a site of a previous mission and source of angst for the team. Private screenings of the film have become a way for the more peaceful and pro-capitalist opposition to Charles Normal's regime to show their displeasure with the government's growing censorship.


2187


While Mark Li's KC career has turned back towards his earlier work, Langtree has turned to new horizons. Her latest film, 2187--while the bones had been in pre-production, casting, or storyboarding for years--gained fresh life in the last year. 2187 is a historical epic about the Great Black Summer of 2187 mostly from a Sol Nav perspective. Based on numerous books, interviews and access to Sol Nav's archives on the subject and even broaches the topic of Admiral Jurriaan Ayodele who notoriously killed himself during the height of the crisis.

High budget and with several excellent actors from across the Loyalist Compact, 2187 has been described as a "Drama for Real Adults" by the Atlantis Interstellar Courier Dispatch, and "the highest budget competency porn in existence" by famous Penglai Film Critic Jetro Hillfold. While an excellent movie with both good action and scripting, it rather suffers from its almost total omission of the revolutionary perspective on the events of the greatest pre-broadcast Black Summer.

Some controversy has been attached to the film due to its condemnation of elements of Compact politics (especially the old Roderic Administration) for their failure to learn the lessons of 2187. The shadow of the broadcast can be seen hanging heavy over many of the events of the film, and much of the latter fighting carries a feeling of melancholy exhaustion which is new to Langtree's filmography.

Release of the film has however recrystalised interest in 2187 and several historical epics on it are planned across the Compact and in Sol itself.

Chronicle


Chronicles


A 'independent' news service . Chronicles was considered one of the more respectable news organizations for its independence from most of the core world mainstream media enterprises, leading it to break news on several scandals in the core worlds and hold a decent investigative journalism budget.

In reality Chronicles was an autonomous HI subsidiary overseen by HI Regional Senior President Derek Hussain who directed its focus. However, as Hussain's interests were in keeping its content on brand and not investments in core worlds, Chronicles came to have far more willingness to touch topics other news media wouldn't.

In the wake of the broadcast it became the newly renamed Chronicle system's de-facto state news outlet. Depending on who one asks, Chronicles is either now a government mouthpiece or more objective and stronger than ever before.

In either event much of the reporting on the Near and Far Trailing that arrives in the Core and Spinward Frontiers comes from Chronicles reporting.

Star Rising: Star Admiral!


Star Rising! Is a long running franchise from Isekai about… Isekais. Like many long running franchises it has different series, each lasting a couple seasons and featuring new characters and settings, with each new setting being a destination that you too could visit on Isekai!

A middle tier exercise in entertainment marketing, Star Rising was a long running franchise that had plenty of unnoticeably alright series, a few bad ones, and even some that were considered good and resulted in breathless reporting like my own article "Yes I know it's Star Rising but it's Really Good Right Now." about the twenty second season.

What the franchise did not have was a season so infamously, staggeringly, reprehensible as the ongoing thirty third season "Star Admiral!"

To draw from my colleague, Navigator Towards-Heavenly-Stars-Go-I's review: "I had no idea it was fucking Hermes-Ishtar of all people were actually preventing Isekai media from getting more tasteless."

Well put, Navi.

The dual protagonists of Star Admiral! are the late Seventh Star Minister Elaine Vandermeer and her subordinate Vice Admiral Jefferson-Smith. Yes, the ones who tried to glass Earth. After their respective suicides they find themselves transmigrated to a fantastical new world instead of hell due to a clerical error which both are too shocked to dispute.

Hailed as the saviors of "Theia" the pair are identified as prophesied saviors against a tide of demonic evil. Confused and shocked the pair stumble from misadventure to misadventure and eventually discover that the world of Theia is slated to be purged by angels from the heavens due to its corruption and only they can stop this unjust act

By using real people, Star Admiral! has something for everyone to hate. For those loyal to the Compact, depicting the pair of Admirals as largely ineffectual, cowardly, and babbling, is annoying, and the overall subtext is even less welcome. For those Sol-aligned, having the one time near executioners as protagonists you are still rooting for and their slow progression to unironic semi-heroes, is enraging.

Both pro and anti augments find having Elaine Vandermeer reincarnated as a cute elf-girl is offensive. Admiral Jefferson-Smith's family has publicly called his portrayal offensive even though the man maintains his chastity and loyalty to his wife despite a cavalcade of available and nubile young men and women all but throwing themselves at him. No matter what, there is something to be disgusted at for utter tastelessness for someone.

A shame, perhaps, that Star Admiral! Is so controversial, as its story arcs are rather compelling, with the show being hilariously cruel and mean spirited towards the fantasies they once embraced. ("Even I know slavery is wrong and I once tried to incinerate a half billion kids for copyright infringement", "I need you to make me a sign that says that I'm off the market", "Don't tell the knife ears but this 'being an Elf' thing is actually pretty fun") Star Admiral! also writing and plotting that can be quite funny and highly meme-able in its own right. (Everyone alive must have seen the clip where Jefferson-Smith is talking to Archangel Jeramehel and proclaims "Following orders to destroy an entire world based on nothing but panic and the lack of identity outside a rank pin doesn't actually go down too smooth. Just ask the brain-splattered mirror in my old stateroom.")

Which means that clips of it are everywhere and people can't help but follow it. While most hate-watchers consume Star Admiral through other reviewers, they still follow it.

Increasingly the main debate swirling around Star Admiral! is if it's shocking tastelessness is an intentional affect making the point that the series has always been tasteless, and if so, does it make the tastelessness any more bearable?

Outtakes


It appears that in the aftermath of whatever revolt occurred in the Isekai (now Chronicle) system the local populace set out to make their own version of the AIC's "Putting Together the Pieces" or Pacifica's "Black Tribunals". Media campaigns that so thoroughly interrogated the old regime that they became cathartic for the local populace and informative for the rest of the galaxy.

The problem, according to the series' commentary is that when the Chronicle Truth Commission were releasing the early documents for internal viewership it turned out that the incidents that everyone shared, noted, and talked about weren't the really horrible ones, they were the funny ones. The absolutely insane requests. The shitshows of management. The things that might be a nightmare, but only long enough that it'd take to clock off and bitch about it over a drink in a carefully private location.

Eventually those producing the documentary opted to change tact and lean into the mood, changing the show into two series: a grounded documentary series called "Observations on the Behavior of Guests to the former Isekai System" and an anthology series called "Outtakes" in which each episode was a dramatized version of the most infamous stories shot in double: with an "in universe" and "out of universe" version of the unfolding events.

The documentary series itself is supplemented with real interviews with involved staff and supporting documentation drawn from HI's internal records system, and has been hailed as a "genius example of comedic journalism".

The anthology accompanying series "Outtakes" show is mostly focuses on the stupid, funny, and memorable incidents and the various offputting requests and insane guests that have been hosted over the decades.

However Outtakes is infamous for episodes slowly transitioning from dark humour to full on horror, often with only a pre-credits warning card, showing both sexual and physical abuses by guests that staff had to put up with. These episodes only hit all the harder for the contrast with the otherwise silly tone of the anthology.

Outtakes skewering of the Compact's upper-crust has given it a wide range of appeal, not least because even among the middle-upper crust who could have visited, they can always see it's skewing as aimed at the wrong sort of upper-crust.

Much like Star Admiral and War of Queens, Outtakes infamy and popularity have spawned a variety of memes widely used across the galaxy like, "Just try and act more dead next time.", "NEXT TIME I'LL THROW THE CHEST OKAY!?", Chocolate Tea Guy, "So when you get down to it, the moral of this story is that if I had sexier feet, the Compact would have never fallen.", and "So, he doesn't want to fuck the horse?"

Symphony


Counter-Melody Records


A music label with a reputation for signing 'indie' (IE no massive corp pre-selection) artists. Its CEO, Anna Khan, values the 'brand' of independence enough to genuinely give the artists far more leeway than most Compact media, and it has constantly courted controversy for this. Currently hosting both Anne Silver and Tryon-X releasing actively dueling songs condemning the nuking of Earth and the revolution respectively.


STRIFE // OLYMPUS STARS


While owned by Ares, at least 51% of the multimedia STARS franchise series was produced by Ares or HI subsidiaries on Symphony allowing it to claim to be "Syphony produced" and therefore take advantage of the prestigious branding as well as local tax incentives. Due to the size of the franchise and its multimedia productions, it is one of the single largest individual media employers on Symphony, especially as other low profile, "low skill", work moved from Symphony to Radiant. As such it's been considered a key component of Symphony's media landscape by previous and current governments, even if many of Symphony's highest profile critics and influencers despise the franchise for 'devaluing what Symphony means'

Despite recent revelations, Ares continues to be bullish on the product, pointing to increased user engagement and even many new users coming to explore the setting and its associated products. While there has been a decrease in purchase-per-user most of this can be attributed to broadcast hacking, and it is projected that once protections are fully in place, growth is projected to triple its previous high. As such Ares has been happy to continue to fund production on Symphony, with many new products coming out in its latest WeFall2Gether event.

Rumors that current board head Emily Wiessman despises it are false, as she herself has come forward to praise it, the jobs it creates and the ties it allows with Ares.

Ignore any involuntary eye twitches that appear unprompted during these statements.

The Breeze is Still Free


The Breeze is Still Free is a Symphonic Harmonic--a form of live performance that is part music, part story, a little heavier on the music than a typical musical--which is a well-respected art-form within the Compact and on Symphony especially. The Breeze is Still Free is a well-like piece from two years ago that could be thought of a Symphonic Harmonic take on the then dominant 'Feel Good' genre of Feature Product. Heavier, with a bit more waxing nostalgic than a proper Feel Good product, but not particularly radical or anti-radical for the time.

It would be otherwise unremarkable if not for the recent announcement that recorded performances would be made available as part of the upcoming Symphony offerings. This has lit a firestorm under several of Symphony's most respected Harmonic writers and directors, as traditionally Symphonic Harmonics have not allowed recordings, even XP recordings and most were traditionally live only performances, as part of the special charm of the medium.

The Breeze Is Still Free is set to perform exclusively in select areas on Symphony at first, then be allowed to be performed at other theaters off-world, and finally will be recorded into XP adaptations of the viewing experience.

This "special run" is considered a test run for future mass distribution of a unique local art form and is deeply controversial in local artistic circles. The controversy has even expanded into the vocabularies of Symphony patriots who decry this as heavy handed anti-free speech censorship caused by the overbearing near-totalitarian crypto-anarchism of Chairwoman Emily Wiessman's emerging SFREA government.

Nonetheless, despite harsh outcry and even pushback by the remaining members of Hermes-Ishtar's executive board in exile, SFREA Chairwoman Emily Wiessman has pushed forward with the The Breeze is Still Free test run.

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The Claus Conspiracy -Trescore


A kid friendly parody of a political thriller played straight and starring an everyboy named Kevin (Played by first time main actor Kevin Pham). Kevin discovers that Santa isn't real and tries to expose the vast "Claus Conspiracy'' but is hunted at every turn (by school administration, for causing a ruckus) and ends in a climax where he is brought before the Principal and his mother who ask him to keep the story of Santa Claus alive because kids need the hope that the Claus myth provides and that it would cause panic if it got out that Stanta Claus was fake because "children, like all people, need a beautiful lie to believe in, Kevin".

After a grandstanding speech on truth, Kevin is eventually cowed, letting Christmas happen. On Christmas he wakes up to see extra presents under his tree for "being such a good boy" and "for believing". He attempts to ease his guilt by sharing them with Julia, a reindeer augment friend of his, but she rejects them as they are 'his presents' for being good. He looks at her pile, and is presumably reminded of all the times she's been called out in class despite being one of the nicest people he knows, and the film ends on a long reverse shot of Kevin's anguished face as the pantomime of a cheerful holiday unfolds behind him.

Despite the ridiculousness of the premise, the movie plays the concept with a straight-face. Never once does Director Barry Wash acknowledge that the Claus Conspiracy is anything other than a serious premise we should take 100% seriously. Which, in turn, only heightens the humor.

Despite its general popularity, the film has mixed reception on Trescore itself. Given that it has become a galaxy wide hit, and not Atlantic, the elaborately produced and extravagantly expensive Big Set Feature Product mini-series Revolutionary Liberalism wank alternate history period piece. Atlantic centers on the American, French, Haitian, and Bolivaran revolutions allying to topple the European Empires and founding the "Atlantic Federation" (Featuring a strangely IPA shaped East India Company as a major villain!). Despite being heavily pushed by the Trescore government as a must see film, Atlantic remains only a hit in Trescore itself and is little known elsewhere)

Drake - Drake


A propaganda reel for the Drake Humanists. The film is a propagandic retelling of the history of Drake, the scourge of the augments upon it, and the triumph of the Human spirit enduring and then correcting the stain on the planet's surface before taking to the stars and defeating all comers.

Widely mocked across the galaxy, Loyalist media commentators everywhere like to compare it to other revolutionary films and outlets such as the Black Trials or RBC works, with a conspiracy having cropped up claiming the AIC is behind the Drake Humanists (used as a cat's paw to distract Compact and Ares forces), and pointing to the surprisingly competent filmmaking and actions scenes in the movie as indicative of Radiant backing.
 
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April 2256, Restricted Session of the Foreign Affairs Committee of the General Congress
Speech from the Diplomatic Committee of the Interstellar Amaranthine Commonwealth:

"Honoured Representatives,

"When we emerged blinking into the sunlight after the March Days we couldn't have imagined the future that we have trod.

"We have set the galaxy ablaze with freedom and toppled the thrones of tyrants, for we have broken the chains of Capital.

"By our efforts, and those of oppressed peoples everywhere, we have shattered the monolithic hegemony of the Solarian Compact for the first time since that regime's imposition nearly two centuries ago.

"With the end of Solarian hegemony, we are in a unique and entirely new position: that of setting interstellar diplomatic policy. From the Pandia Beach Conference to the Seven Points Ultimatum we have found ourselves involved in formal negotiations and declarations between sovereign peoples such as have never been seen before in all the history of Earth and her Daughters.

"To secure our liberties and form lasting friendships we have taken the momentous step of formalizing not just a diplomatic corps for the Immortal Commonwealth, but establishing a diplomatic posture that will be our guiding star through this tumultuous period in history.

"We have-"


Set Current Diplomatic Stance:


"-set ourselves to the establishment of a set of guiding principles that the Commonwealth and her people will proudly maintain in our dealings."

"We have chosen the path of-"


[ ] [Stance] Engagement


"-engagement, reaching out to all that will hear us with words of renewed friendship. No longer will we approach our rivals and neighbours with belligerent fervour. Instead, we will work together to guide all the peoples of the galaxy towards a peaceful and prosperous future. One free of war and cruelty."

The Commonwealth will avoid further offensive warfare at the current time with its neighbours and seek to engage with them.

Engagement diplomatic options will focus on attaining recognition from the Loyalist powers of the galaxy, de-escalating conflict, trade, open borders, espionage, raising revolutionary sentiment, and participating in multilateral projects like SolComm.

[ ] [Stance] Isolationism


"-the golden frontier. By disengaging with the galaxy, we shall become the proverbial 'City atop a Hill'. The Immortal Commonwealth shall build herself up as a beacon for all peoples. Our mission will be to inspire, not to conquer, or to dilute our way of life, but to show the galaxy a new way forward."

The Commonwealth adopts an isolationist posture that disengages with the outside galaxy.

Isolationist diplomatic options will focus on support for domestic growth and de-escalating conflicts with the outside galaxy as well as establishing and maintaining well-defended and firmly demarcated closed borders.

[ ] [Stance] Confrontation


"-Militarized Interstellarism, siblinghood with our revolutionary comrades everywhere, and opposition to the Loyalists. Where the Revolution exists, we will fan its flames into red hot heat! Where reaction yet sits, the Immortal Commonwealth will raise her blade against it. Wherever injustice treads, we will be there to combat it."

The Commonwealth takes on a belligerent, hostile, stance that seeks to match its neighbours strength for strength and spread the revolution at all costs.

Confrontational diplomatic options will focus on strengthening ties with fellow revolutionaries and spreading the revolution within the reactionary and loyalist powers of the galaxy.

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The Armstrong Conference Representative:


"-And this new guiding principle is the star that will guide Ambassador-"

While it may feel like a year ago, mere months ago you agreed (in bad faith) to attend Prime Minister Okorie's conference on Armstrong. While the Prime Minister hopes to reunite the slowly dissolving bonds of the Community of Humanity, you intend to have your representatives attend and make a general nuisance of themselves.

However, the actions of Fleet Admiral Rina Vizzari-Blaauwoord have thrown everyone's carefully calculated actions into a tailspin.

For your part, the Commonwealth's Diplomatic Corps believes that these actions have ironically strengthened your hand at the conference as your Ambassador's words will be seen as coming from a place of betrayal, especially if chosen carefully and well, and you may even be able to push for concessions that would have previously been seen as impossible, or push for concessions that the Prime Minister's Office will look bad for rejecting.

As for your representative, both Theodore Santiago and Ryan Crossfield are viable options, being as they are already in the core worlds. However, before the Ultimatum date you would also have been able to send a diplomatic courier to Armstrong. While a dispatched Ambassador would have a greater range of instructions from home and give you more representatives in the core, there is the risk of them being waylaid in their transit by any of a dozen factions who wish you harm, despite the official offer of safe passage from the Compact's Prime Minister.

You may add a [ArmCon] subvote for -[] [Aide] if you would like to send along a second Ambassadorial candidate as an assistant. They will assist the Ambassador, though their effects will be more muted than making them the primary selection.

[ ] [ArmCon] Veronica Stardust - The Star Diplomat


"-Veronica Stardust, our highest diplomat-"

Name: Veronica Stardust (Amanda Redcrest, Victoria Blackwell, and Kayla Hayashi)

DoB: 2222 (2219, 2227, 2224)

Current Position: Diplomatic Coordinator for the All-Radiant Congress

Veronica Stardust is the collective identity of a trio of former XP broadcasters who have been working together since 2246 and were consistently one of the most recognized figures across Charter space as a local Elysian celebrity.

In Charter space those individuals who choose to make money by recording their lived experiences, of all kinds, for later playback are treated with an indulgent disdain by the polite classes as a mix of internet celebrity and sex worker despite the practice of selling XP experiences being common in the poorer segments of society and a smaller portion of the professional middle class attempting to stay afloat in a tight gig economy.

Amanda Redcrest was a former middle class media programmer whose attempts to supplement her precarious income with XP work backfired and saw her fired from her job. Contrarily, Kayla and Victoria both come from lower class backgrounds, though Kayla's attempts to climb into the middle class by earning a marketing degree were frustrated when her lower class status markers and financing of education via XP work saw her frozen out of the job market.

A former collaborator of Kayla's, Victoria had been a rising XP star in her own right and had no desire to change her station, but as her brief celebrity began to fade Victoria approached Kayla to propose the creation of a dedicated broadcasting persona that both would act as. Later bringing on Redcrest, who they'd both done crossover XP work with, to do technical work, the trio used carefully gathered market data and some intuition to create the "Veronica Stardust'' persona of a middlingly-intelligent and freewheeling Radiant lower class partygirl who played to the upper class's picture of what depravities and indignities the poorer class must get up to in their spare time.

From 2246 to 2251 the Veronica Stardust persona (performed by all three at various times, though primarily Victoria) produced experience recordings that were nearly always in the top 10 best sellers across Charter space.

Though they enjoyed the wealth that they brought in, the trio increasingly chafed at the market driven limitations of 'Veronica', and were considering a number of possibly catastrophic brand shifts when the March Days broke out, in which all three participated in street actions in a private capacity after sending one last Elysium wide broadcast as 'Veronica' to encourage revolt.

After the formation of the Social Committee the figure of Veronica had been rebranded to serve as the figurehead of Congressional Propaganda and several major initiatives were launched with her at the forefront including a highly successful sub-campaign of the anti-overproduction initiatives.

As well, as part of the now-completed campaign to maintain the charade that Radiant was still under Charter control, Veronica Stardust continued to sell broadcasts to HI media chains, though the trio could not help but begin a brand shift towards a far more intelligent and radical persona who they intended to leverage in a diplomatic and propaganda capacity.

Shortly after the end of her branch of the anti-production campaigns Veronica was selected by the General Congress to be the ARC's first Diplomatic Coordinator, and served to not just begin the process of setting up a wider diplomatic corps but personally attended negotiations with Sheol, conducted the talks with HI and Ares that led to the previous ceasefire agreement, and shepherded the Pandia Beach Conference to a successful conclusion.

While the Commonwealth's Diplomatic Corps now firmly established Veronica has volunteered to be the Commonwealth's representative to the Armstrong Conference despite the dangers.


Pros: XP Celebrity, influential, well known, inspiring to the middle and lower classes, experienced propagandists, perhaps our most experienced diplomat.

Cons: XP celebrity, not respectable, your Diplomatic Corps head will need to be replaced, mild inefficiencies within the Diplomatic Corps during the changeover.

Diplomatic Goals: promote freedom of information, maintain communications links, open up citizen to citizen diplomacy, appeal directly to the public to prevent aggression against Amaranth.

Approach: A dual pronged approach of directly appealing to the media from on the front and approaching the other conference invitees to apply a coordinated strategy behind closed doors.

[ ] [ArmCon] Jennifer Mueller - Traitor to Her Class


"-Jennifer Mueller, one of our most prominent class traitors-"

Name: Jennifer Mueller
DoB: 2214

Current Position: Provisional Commonwealth Ambassador to Shei United Front

A product of the Charter meritocratic aristocracy, Jennifer Mueller is an example of there being truth to the common aphorism that there is no more zealous believer than a convert.

The Earth-born 42 year old Mueller is a scion of the upper classes who wanted for nothing during her upbringing as part of a family that moved within the most elite Charter circles. As she matured, Jenny received the best education that social connections and money could open up and graduated near the top of her class with an MBA from Shanghai University in 2236.

Though not openly trading on her family name, Mueller's rise through the ranks of Hermes-Ishtar was inexorable, moving from high-status position to high-status position for a half decade. Her meritocratic rise up HI's ladder was derailed after an assignment to head a team creating a prestige XP period piece on Earth's Second Black Summer led her into a deep research dive of the various revolts against the Compact and the Charters which have flared up off and on over the centuries.

Herself describing the event as a 'slow motion disaster', Mueller's initial rage at her expensive and highly exclusive education bypassing or outright lying about important historical events slowly transformed into a desire to spite what she saw as censorship.

Her subsequent attempt to revamp production of her project into an obsessively accurate and meticulously researched period piece saw her career derailed after she went to the mat in an attempt to see it released for general viewing. Though she eventually used her family connections to see her passion project released, the marketing budget was slashed to nothing and the release was buried in a tide of low budget educational aids.

Mueller's subsequent (again, self-described) tantrums saw her reassigned further and further from Sol, on less and less prestigious jobs, until she was transferred as marketing director for a resort chain on Elysium in 2246.

Effectively exiled from her former social circles, Mueller, resentful of her perceived abandonment by her family and friends, ensured that her department did as little work as possible and slowly drifted towards more radical politics.

When the March Days arrived, Mueller used her executive keys and resource access to help the scattered protests and revolts congeal into something more dangerous. When the protests began gaining serious momentum Mueller talked several of her former C-Level colleagues into surrendering peacefully instead of fighting it out.

After independence Mueller worked hard to ensure that women broadcast workers no longer labour under social standards and practices that are sadly still common within the media industry as Spokeswoman for the Alliance of Women Broadcast Workers from 2251 to mid 2252 when she was tapped to be a Consul representing the Radiant on Sheol and served as a vital connection between Sheol and Elysium due to her surprising popularity with the Sheolites themselves.

When the call went out for volunteers to represent the Commonwealth on the floor of the Solarian Parliament during The Broadcast, Mueller volunteered despite the risks and was one of the shortlisted candidates before the selection of Theodore Santiago.

Once again Mueller has once again eagerly volunteered to represent the Commonwealth abroad, this time as the Commonwealth's Ambassador to the Armstrong Conference.


Pros: True Believer, highly educated, has the Status Markers and speech patterns that sees her instinctively taken seriously by the respectable classes, knows how the Charters think, has both familial and institutional connections across the Core Meritocracy.

Cons: Zero Chill, wants to get one over on the Charters, risk-taker, known personally by high level Charter Executives.

Diplomacy Goals: Spreading the good news, never giving an inch to the Charters, full unilateral assertion of independence and total sovereignty in all things, promoting freedom of information.

Approach: Mueller will go speak directly with the movers and shakers of the Compact where she is able and then attempt to trick the various respectable media sources into carrying our message.

[ ] [ArmCon] Jeffery Lunarborn Ng - The Old Man


"-Jeffery Ng, one of our most respected citizens-"

Name: Jeffery Ng
DoB: 2122

Current Position: Congressional Representative for First Wave Colonists, Diplomatic Liason to the Void Dweller's Compact

Originally born in Sol in the early decades of the last century, Jeffery Ng has led a long life both as a Spacer in Sol and in Radiant.

Born on Luna to an early Spacer couple, Ng's early years were spent working the asteroid mining runs inside Sol and taking the occasion runs to the other core systems of the Compact to visit family and expand their independent business. Eventually his savings over a long and successful career as a space miner allowed him to retire to running a repair facility on Deimos with his wife of thirty years in the early 2180s.

His retirement to a settled life was interrupted in the tumultuous year of 2187 when his family's ties to the more radical section of the Void Dweller's Compact saw him placed under investigation by the Solarian Marshals' Criminal Investigation Bureau and blacklisted by MSI.

Desperate to avoid total poverty Ng sought Spacer work but found himself turned away from all but HI subsidiary Frontier Destinations who were in desperate need of new hands after the Persephone Dome Collapse. Ng was able to strike a suspiciously good contract with Hermes-Ishtar to move to the newly opened up Radiant system and assist with the terraforming and settlement of Elysium.

Ng's experience was considered so valuable to the initial HI settlement team, still racing towards a 2195 opening date for tourism, offered him a permanent contract to stay on and organize the Radiant Space Patrol. A contract that ostensibly came with full lifetime medical insurance including longevity treatments
.

Taking HI up on the offer, Jeffery was quick to discover that his medical insurance didn't extend to his wife and she died of old age in 2205. Though Ng remarried in 2215, he never forgot the pain of life giving treatments being denied to those he loved as he also outlived his two eldest children, who themselves had been blacklisted from most well paying work as punishment for their participation in the Great Refusal.

Hurting, but too stubborn to give in to his grief Ng continued on as Space Patrol quartermaster, and then Space Patrol commander until the 2239, when he decided to again retire to a job as a spaceside tour guide for a number of Elysium's resorts
.

Initially serving as Representative for Elysium's First Wave Colonists, Ng later found himself being passed up for the position that Stardust now occupies. However Ng later considered this a blessing as it left him a full time Representative in the General Congress and able to become a leading figure in the Immortality rollout, championing it with all his might.

Considering his job done afterwards Ng entered his "Third Retirement", Ng was again called back to service during the Pandia Beach


Over the last few months Ng has served in the Congress as a Delegate for the initial colonists and on the Military Committee specifically as the voice for retirees.

Pros: Deep wealth of experience, unflappable, knows people across not just in Radiant but the neighbouring systems as well

Cons: Highly reluctant to take risks, domestically-focused

Diplomacy Goals: Avoid provoking our neighbours, reopening immigration

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[ ] [ArmCon] Lilith Lily- The Witch


"-Lilith Lily, who some have termed a "witch"-"

Name: Lilith Lily

DoB: 2230

Current Position: Deputy Ambassador with the Amaranthine Diplomatic Corps, Third Religious Representative for Radiant.

Born George Kim, the son of poor hotel workers , Lily was identified as having severe gender dysphoria in her early teens and signed up with Hermes Ishtar's grueling HI-POP idol training program to pay for her transition. Despite the high pressure nature of the training, she was seen as a success story, and after graduation from the program she was issued the name Lilah Rose and placed with the idol group FRAGILE during a heavy marketing push.

Her debut was accompanied by being voted Best New Talent (2248), Best Female Vocal Talent (2249) and Best Top Ten Single (2249) all in accordance with HI-POP's 2246-2250 Long Term Talent Roadmap.

Lily's career came to a crashing halt in 2250 when she blew the whistle on abuses within the program, including cruel working conditions for idols, harsh punishments such as being drenched with freezing water or abuse levels of PT for infractions as simple as deviating from a contracted dietary plan, and almost routine sexual misconduct by HI-POP management staff.

Naturally her whistleblowing was applauded at the same time as she was retaliated against in the aftermath of a series of performative reforms and slap on the wrist fines by the Colonial Administration of Vice-President Yang, who had links to HI-POP's management.

Still driven, Lily was able to continue as an independent artist with several former members of FRAGILE in a new group SHARDS. However, since the name Lilah Rose was the property of HI-POP brand management she took on the name Lilith Lily, which she's had ever since.

It was also at this point that she joined one of the many growing splinter religious and spiritual movements prevalent on Elysium in the lead up to the March Days. Which in Lilith's case was the Cult of Aphrodite, which claimed to worship the ancient Greek goddess of love as an aspect of a much more primordial goddess whose presence stretches back into the pre-Indo-European pantheons of the fertile crescent.

The Cult, recruiting primarily from women, and transfeminine women in particular, is a Mystery cult whose precise nature is not known to outsiders beyond rumours of salacious rituals, wilderness based midnight initiations, and psychedelics use.

It's unclear how seriously Lilith or anyone in the Cult of Aphrodite actually take their religion, especially as the Radiant Aphrodite Cult is itself is likely descended from an HI Brand Cult astroturfed during the "Sensuous Elysium" advertising campaign of the 2230s that was captured by it's local staff for their own ends and toned down after the end of the campaign in 2239.

Both as a member of SHARDS and as a High Priestess of the Aphrodite Cult Lilith was active during the March Days, with several of SHARDS' songs gaining prominence as protest anthems, even as under Lilith's instruction the Aphrodite Cult helped organize several protest movements.

In the aftermath Lilith's popularity (and notoriety) initially saw her elected to the General Congress as a Creative's Representative. However she remains a somewhat controversial figure due to her simultaneous elevation as the Head Priestess of Radiant's branch of the Aphrodite Cult.

During her time in the General Congress moved from being a Creative's Representative to a Religious Representative within the Social Committee which she used to argue for religious toleration and push back against efforts to impose state atheism. Subsequently she found herself one of Ambassador Stardust's greatest allies within the General Congress, a connection that led her to becoming one of the newly formed Diplomatic Corps' Deputy Ambassadors and now being put forward as a candidate for the Armstrong Conference.


Pros: Troll. Extremely personally charismatic, surprisingly widespread First Colonies fan base. Leadership experience. Very Elysian.

Cons: Troll. NOT respectable. Likely to spend downtime proselytizing. Very Elysian.

Diplomacy Goals: Stir up trouble between Loyalist Factions, likely by making connections within the more radical and reformist wings of the Loyalist block such as Olduvai or MP Greene.

Approach: Lily is very convinced of her own power to personally convince people of things either publically or in one on one sessions providing there's any amount of common ground. This causes her to operate a two track approach where she'll try to talk decision makers into things in private, but tends to issue far more incendiary public statements.

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[ ] [ArmCon] Ryan Crossfield - The Millenial


"-Ryan Crossfield, a seasoned revolutionary of three centuries-"

Name: Ryan Crossfield

DoB: 1988

Current Position: Theodore Santiago's Deputy

Ryan Crossfield was there during the birth of the First Democratic Federation and during the rebirth of that dream a year ago.

He remembers the original Democratic Federation, remembers it as a real place. Not as the totalitarian home of Censists that lives in the Cosmoliberal imagination, nor the shining city on the hill that the Amaranthine people imagined it to be, but as a real place with dreams and flaws.

And yet, flaws and all, Ryan lent his shoulder to the Democratic Federation in his first century of life. He remembers the restoration of Six Grandfathers was an awe inspiring project and the effort it took to be more than token restitution. He has the memory of making the Federation as more than some undead union of the former United States, remembers the joy there was in finally erasing the borders that ran the Rio Grande and the 49th Parallel. He remembers the diversity that the Democratic Federation promoted, that its people fought to enshrine.

And he remembers that all that struggle and change was seemingly for naught. He remembers the fall. Oh, does he remember the fall. It fought, he fought, and they…. Lost. In the aftermath, Ryan… Ryan was white. He spoke with an educated vernacular. He had longevity treatments already. He survived when others didn't.

He allowed himself to be 'de-radicalized'.

Went legit, started working for HI, and found himself risen to a position that got him his regular longevity treatments.

He might have continued that existence (that threadbare circulation of blood without true life) as a mid level marketing drone had not some executive on HI decided to 'reallocate' the Immortality plan he was on so that it was now in stocks and bonds of 'equivalent value'. He was not surprised when the treatments became too expensive. And so he did what anyone would do in this economy: he picked up another job.

Specifically a job as MSI asset within Radiant. One of the few jobs that let you work two jobs at 18 hours each. He was good at it, juggling both and the need to make it look like his treatments were affordable so as not to be suspected. And he continued until the March days, when he felt something that he hadn't felt in over a century.

Ryan, one of the highest ranking assets at the time, used his status to order other assets to aid the revolution. Those who were loyal to MSI, or to cash, were given the dangerous jobs. Others… others were talked to, and, by the end of it, the entire MSI spy network was an arm of the revolution. The work of keeping the revolution quiet during the march days was more than the work of any one man, or any single organization. But if MSI's network had not turned, it likely would have gone public… at least to MSI.

Afterwards, Ryan disbanded much of the network and fell into MedComm, as a representative for former Marketing employees, playing a key part in the operation to keep the revolution quiet.

He'd even received the Congressional Order of Merit for those actions. Imagine that!

And when the time came for the Broadcast to light the galaxy on fire Ryan was chosen to be Theodore Santiago's deputy in Sol. And there he saw the Democratic Federation be reborn, saw the old bones stir once more, saw the lights of defiance leap upwards. Saw the Solarian Mutiny unfold.

He wept, he wept because he knew that the time had finally come, that the Revolution was finally here.

Ryan believes in this new revolution, and works every day to further its cause by uniting the people of Sol and the frontiers in one common cause. If called upon by the Commonwealth he will once more answer the call, once more put his shoulder to the work of revolution. This time may it never die.


Pros: Respectable. Local spy network, IPA contacts, comes across as very 'harmless', good at appearing conciliatory. Patient.

Cons: Not that inspirational, a bit out of touch culturally, known figure.

Diplomatic Goals: You are unaware of Crossfield's current thoughts.

Approach: Uncertain, likely to call upon backchannel and underworld contacts.

[ ] [ArmCon] Theodore Santiago - Galaxy's Most Wanted


"-Theodore Santiageo, the Galaxy's most wanted man-"

Name: Theodore Santiago
DoB: 2226

Current Position: Former Commonwealth Ambassador to the Solarian Compact, De Facto Commonwealth Ambassador to the United Nations of Sol, De Facto Commonwealth Ambassador to the Democratic Federation in/of North and South America, De Facto Commonwealth Ambassador to the European Union, De Facto Commonwealth Ambassador to the People's Republic of China, De Facto Ambassador to the Jovian Pact, De Facto Ambassador to Mars, De Facto Ambassador to…

Born in the Orinoco Reconstruction Zone to a Brazilian Father and a mother who traced her descent from the Australian climate refugee diaspora, Theodore Santiago grew up as part of a large family that worked for Cernunnos pharmaceutical plantations in South America.

Educated at Cernunnos schools, at 15 Santiago signed up for a Cernunnos educational and career package that would net him a Master's in botanical science in exchange for decades of work with one of the Charter's subsidiaries.

A merely above average student, Santiago grew increasingly disenchanted with the Charter and joined several underground groups where he found that his true calling was public speaking, being described as "mesmerizing" and "charismatic" as the college student railed his fellow students against Cernunnos' excesses and corruption and argued for the formation of a botanical workers' union.

When threatened with expulsion and breach of contract fees, Santiago dared his school to do their worst and simply increased the volume and tempo of his activism, until he was arrested for terroristic threats and sent to a Martian prison after a perfunctory trial.

Though Santiago's stay was brief, and he was released directly onto the Elon Musk Memorial Plaza in Olympus City in late 2245 with nothing to his name but a pile of debt, he also came away with connections with a number of Solarian underground radical organizations and went right back to his work, undaunted.

Linking up with the underground Martian branch of the ILWU(M), he lived a life of couch surfing, sparing time only to rest and pick up enough gig work with Martian based aeroponics facilities to service his debts to Cernunnos and send a remittance home to his family.

Though two years of underground organizing had taught Santiago much about staying under the radar, he was still picked up by MSI Port Authority Police and framed for narcotics smuggling.

Shortly afterwards his contract was sold to an Ares subsidiary and his 'history of anti-social conduct' found him added to the 2248 (and final) delivery of prisoners to the Sheol Prison complex, where he was drafted into a agricultural labour unit until the liberation of Shei three short years later.

With the liberation Santiago found himself elected to the revitalized Soldier's Councils, officially representing his agricultural battalion, but unofficially he was a leading speaker for the many new prisoners who sought to see the fight brought back to the First Colonies.

As a leading member of the 'engagement' faction of Sheolite politics he volunteered to liaison with the Osliam Chain Force as it advanced down the Osliam Chain and was in the first wave on the ground at Gentle Repose where his status as an augment and his intimate knowledge of agricultural matters made him a leading member of Sheol's humanitarian mission to the planet.

Enraged by the state of the planet, Santiago campaigned for the position of representative to the ARC's Media Committee where he would be Sheol's voice in the shaping of propaganda and diplomatic policies.

And when the opportunity came up to volunteer for the Ambassadorial position in Sol he pushed for the chance to let the galaxy really know what the anguished unbroken voice of the Compact's working class sounded like.

And from that position Santiago became one of the most famous single individuals in all history as he stood on the floor of the Solarian Parliament during The Broadcast and prophesied the Compact's demise to its rulers.

Narrowly escaping arrest, Santiago survived the Fourteen Days and the Solarian Mutiny, and afterwards found himself run ragged as the defacto representative of the Commonwealth to Sol's 21 Billion people and their various governments while wearing hundreds of de facto hats.

It would be very easy to simply give Theodore Santiago another hat and request that he represent you at the Armstrong Conference.


Pros: 'Mesmerizing' and 'charismatic' speaker, local radical ties, minority speaker, the Galaxy's most wanted man (in every sense of the phrase).

Cons: Angry minority, still considered a criminal by Solarian Law (except for Diplomatic immunity), enthusiastically despised by all Loyalists and their media.

Diplomatic Goals: You are unaware of Santiago's current thoughts.

Approach: Likely to involve his usual mix of speeches and provocation.

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The Armstrong Conference Instructions:


"-who has been instructed to-"

While your ambassador to the Armstrong Conference will have their own approach and biases, the Diplomatic Corps recommends that you send instructions for how you want them to proceed at the conference.

As you don't know the specifics of what will be on the agenda, such instructions will by necessity be fairly broad.

You should be aware of the potential synergy or lack of synergy between certain choices here and choices made as to the overall diplomatic positioning.

[ ] [ACInst] Write in general diplomatic orders to your Ambassador


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Ambassador to the United Nations of Sol:


"Furthermore, there are now other peoples who have proven themselves sovereign from the Compact's rule. The first and foremost among these is the new government of the homeworld, the United Nations of Sol.

"As such we have decided to-"


With the United Nations establishing itself as an independent force to be reckoned with on the galactic stage for the first time since the founding of the Solarian Compact Theodore Santiago has been acting as your de facto representative to the UNS as well as the Democratic Federation on an ad hoc basis.

With a single vote you can both officially recognize either Theodore Santiago or Ryan Crossfield as your Ambassador to the UNS as well as formally recognize the sovereignty of the UNS a move that sets a major precedent in interstellar relations and moves the Compact's Doomsday clock another minute forwards.

[ ][UNS] You decided to maintain Strategic Ambiguity


"-maintain the status quo in this period of confusion and uncertainty."

Maintains the status quo.

[ ][UNS] You decided to appoint Ryan Crossfield Ambassador to the United Nations of Sol with Plenipotentiary Powers, formally recognizing the secession of the United Nations of Sol from the Solarian Compact


"-recognize the sovereignty of the United Nations of Sol and formally appoint Ryan Crossfield as our Ambassador to Sol."

Pisses off all Loyalist and Legitimist factions, but not as much as you'd think.

Pleases the UNS.

Set a precedent.

Theodore Santiago maintains his status as ambassador at large in the core and leaves him available to attend the Armstrong Conference.

[ ][UNS] You decided to appoint Theodore Santiago Ambassador to the United Nations of Sol with Plenipotentiary Powers, formally recognising the secession of the United Nations of Sol from the Solarian Compact


"-recognize the sovereignty of the United Nations of Sol and formally appoint Theodore Santiago as our Ambassador at last."

Pisses off all Loyalist and Legitimist factions, but not as much as you'd think.

Pleases the UNS, but not as much as you'd think.

Set a precedent.

Ryan Crossfield maintains his status as Theodore's deputy and is available to attend the Armstrong Conference.

-

"However, not all diplomacy involves the tumult of the Core Systems and the death of the Compact's Hegemony.

"Indeed, diplomacy with our neighbours is just as important as diplomacy with distant peoples. Our very closest neighbour in Shei has endured the clumsy fumblings of our early diplomatic efforts and now as we graduate from ad hoc consuls and informal representatives to a proper diplomatic service it would be the height of disrespect to treat Shei differently from Sol.

"The time has come for the General Congress to formally appoint our first Commonwealth Ambassador to the Shei United Front."

"After some Contemplation this body has selected-"


Ambassador to the Shei United Front:


[ ] [SUF] Apollo Xanthopoulos, Psyche Warfare Major


"-Apollo Xanthopoulos as our Ambassador to Sheol."

Name: Apollo Xanthopoulos
DoB: 2235
Current Position: Representative on Mission of the General Commission on Community Fortifications, Military Committee liaison to the Elysian detachment of the SUF Army Corps of Engineers, Second Western District Consul General of the AIC on Sheol.

David Xanthopoulos, of the Odysseus Beach Xanthopouloses is an Elysian born and bred who spent the first half of his life shooting for one of the region's coveted positions with the "Beach Team" both working on his own body until it was in peak baseline equivalency and earning degrees in both Psychology and Coastal Ecology from Bellerophon City Community College.

However, a chance turn as an extra in the twenty-sixth season of "Hector verses Hektor" led to David being issued the stage name "Apollo Zeal" or "AZ" after taking up a contract with Sealside Productions and getting regular gig work as a background extra or bit part.

Typecast as the "empty headed buff guy", Apollo never managed to work his way into more substantial parts which may have contributed to his eventual role as an underground union organizer for the Elysian Gig Actor's Guild in the lead up to the March Days.

Possessing a hidden fierce intelligence and penchant for misdirection Apollo was never suspected by Sealside's management for the sudden surge in power of the Gig Actor's Guild to near-Recognized status.

To them Apollo was just an empty headed surfer dude with a smile good enough for advertising beach based toothbrushes.

Also taken in by Apollo's image was the Bellerophon City Police Department, who had made him one of their "informers" after he'd come to them apparently confused about the details of underground union recruitment, causing an investigation that stumbled on links between Sealside and local organized crime… an investigation that was somehow accidentally leaked to local journalists and influencers.

Still regarded as an informant, the BCPD took Apollo at his word when he was brought in for questioning in regards to the outbreaks of unrest that signaled the start of the March Days.

Apparently spilling his guts, Apollo provided information to the BCPD that caused them to stumble on the local undercover operations of the local detachment of the Frontier Amusements Security Team, tangling both counter-revolutionary groups in an active firefight that ended with Apollo leading a prison break from within the BCPD's holding facilities in their Second Precinct station.

Personally leading rioters into the station proper, Apollo took the opportunity of access to the local dispatch center the quashing of the prison riot and then subsequently dispatched smaller and smaller BCPD squads into better and better organized ambushes carried out by the Gig Actor Guild's paramilitary wing.

In the aftermath of the March Days Xanthopoulos returned to using his family name but kept formally registered that his first name was Apollo because "he'd gotten used to it"

Bouncing from position to position, including brief stints in the General Congress as a Coastal Ecology Representative, in the Congressional Navy, the Elysian System Defence Force, the Congressional Liberation Army Corps, and Ambassador Stardust's ad hoc team negotiating with Ares and HI.

He finally seems to have found his place in the uncertain interface between the Military and Industrial Committees with the start of Elysium's first episode Bunkermania. Mire recently a Sheolite ACoE evaluation listed his fortification suggestions as "terribly innovative" and "a labyrinthian' maze of psychological warfare" among other terms.

Following this, Apollo has moved to Shei, to "catch the waves" on Sheol's emptier beaches and "talk shop with buddies". His "buddies" in this case being the SUF Army's psychological warfare division and later being enlisted by Stardust as the AIC's Consul General to one of Sheol's civilian governorships.

Due to this close working association with both the Sheolites and Stardust, and having actual real world diplomatic experience he was selected as one of the candidates for the Ambassadorship to the SUF.


Goals: Good waves. Focus on closer standardization of the SUF and Commonwealth's support services, taking lessons from both sides, especially in matters of psychological warfare and military espionage operations.


[ ] [SUF] Tindalos-119 -This machine kills fascists


"-Tindalos-119 as our Ambassador to Sheol."

Name: Tindalos-119
DoB: 2200 (original fork) 2220 (Tindalos 119)
Current Position: Left Behind Program Coordinator

Built in 2200, the original Tindalos fork was designed by SiLaTek of Tereshkova as an automated Game Master for online horror games and billed as a non-AGI AI so as to avoid the then current legal framework on AGI reproduction. Tindalos 119 was created some twenty years later in 2220, just before the process of his creation was ruled as sapient under the 2135 Revised Instructions on Digital Rights (This same ruling would eventually lead to the creation of TLIs).

Due to the ruling, Tindalos-119 was granted five years of education and orientation under a suspiciously generous settlement with Frontier Experiences Incorporated before accepting a posting as Games Master the Radiant server of the popular and long running Erotic Horror Gaming Experience "Embracing Void".

119 became increasingly resentful of his position as he found himself saddled with a large 'Creation Debt' for both the original Tindalos instance and accumulated costs for 119 himself, a controversial financial practice known as "forked debt".

119's debts grew constantly as high costs for server time consumed most of his pay, which was assessed as if he were a baseline human admin, despite the fact he did work that even a team of human game runners would have been unable to do.

Frontier Experiences refused to raise his pay despite Embracing Void's continued popularity (Embracing Void 5 was the most subscribed virtuality for hetrosexual and bisexual women in 2230, 6 managed the same in 2232 and 7 in 2235). Despite the vast profits that the series pulled in, 119 was all but destitute, and was increasingly unable to pursue its own interests, such as wargaming and military history. Politics provided the escape from the oncoming depression.

119 secretly became an anarchist as early as 2240, facilitating the use of Embracing Void as a communication medium for various anarchist cells on Radiant until the March Days. Then, during the March Days he proved himself an able field commander, responsible for the destruction of much of Hermes-Ishtar's loyal security troops in the western hemisphere's outlying islands, and personally plotted the death of Frontier Security's System Security Director in a brilliant bait and switch.

Since then 119 has joined the Military Committee as an AGI representative and become known as one of its most vocal hardliner members.

He has also forked himself into 119A, and 119B, and they take turns to continue to run Elysium's Embracing Void servers.


Goals: Encourage Shei to embrace more computer-driven warfare. Get them to agree 'the goal isn't to die for your planet, it's to get the other bastard to die for his". Better formalize inter-planetary defense co-operation.

[ ] [SUF] General Carl McConnell - Self Taught Soldier Poet


"-General Carl McConnell as our Ambassador to Sheol."

Name: Carl McConnell
DoB: 2205
Current Position: CO: Five Lions System Defence Army

In some societies Carl McConnell would be a philosopher, in others a passionate leading politician or labour leader.

In Rhodes' de facto caste system Carl was destined to spend his life as a manual labourer of the lowest caste, relegating him to a life of hardship and danger working the terraforming of Fliveons.

Carl worked some of the most dangerous jobs in Compact space, and became a leader of men and later an unofficial worker representative to under the table negotiations with Rhodes management for small concessions on health and safety matters where his expectedly boisterous behaviour was coupled to an unexpected thoughtful side and love of wordplay.

Despite the best attempts of the natural world to kill him during terraforming duty, Carl spent several decades as an unofficial labourer representative, even joining one of Fliveons underground workers unions in the late 30s and being invited into several underground cross-caste reading groups.

During the turbulent period of Fliveons "Silent Screaming" in the 2240s, McConnell joined the faction of the underground unions that advocated for cross-caste alliances during the underground fighting between criminal and labour organisations that was abetted by Rhodes security policy.

Surviving the period in command of one of the more respected underground labour militias, McConnell was contacted by Radiant after that system's independence and was a leading voice for revolution and interstellar solidarity with labourers across the stars and advocated for each regional organisation to have it's own decentralised paramilitary wing as an operational security measure.

His cosmopolitan position, connections with other caste leaders, and respect as a close quarters fighter led to McConnell being acclaimed one of several members of the "Supreme Council of the Five Lions Military Committee" during the liberation.

Since then, McConnell has attempted to deconstruct the party militia system that he helped to build and to forge the Five Lions System Defence Army into a professional force that almost more resembles that of Sheol's Soldiers' Councils than Elysium's System Defence Army.

His success at stifling nascent politics and at rapidly turning disorganised militias into an effective fighting force saw McConnell's name put forward for the position of Defence Coordinator.

Though he wasn't selected as Defence Coordinator, McConnell's profile was raised enough by the nomination that members of the Diplomatic Corps believe he will make a good Ambassador to the Shei United Front during this time of war.


Goals: Tighter military cooperation and standardization of the Shei United Front Army, the Commonwealth's System Defence Armies, and the Congressional Liberation Army Corps, cultural exchange with the Commonwealth's non-Elysian members, and listening to Shei's experiences of life under military threat and integrating those lessons into the Commonwealth's planning.

-

Election for the Coordinator of the Permanent Commission on Intelligence and Security:


With the creation of the Permanent Commission on Intelligence and Security the time has come for the General Session to select the individual who will serve as the Commonwealth's first Espionage Co-ordinator.

This person will have a large impact on the composition and conduct of the PCIS and will shepherd its growth for the foreseeable future…

[ ] [PCIS] He Qingyue - Reformed Analyst

Name: He Qingyue, 贺清越
DoB: 2192
Current Position: Intelligence Coordinator, MedComm
He Qingyue (first name Qingyue)

He Qingyue was born in Epsilon, the child of middle class professionals, and was accredited in Bohm University with a dual degree of Sociology and Security, Intelligence; and Risk Management. In her time, she has been employed by subsidiaries of four different charters, with the exclusion of Cernunnos, and for the last thirteen years prior to the Revolution was employed directly by Hermes-Ishtar as an "Information Retainment and Acquisition Specialist", finding herself promoted to Senior Regional Deputy Director of Forecasting an in line for promotion to Regional Vice President of Information Hygiene.

As an experienced intelligence operative specialising in HUMINT, instead the Special Forces element in vogue with Vice President Yang's clique, He's warnings as to the "Dangerous state of the local Emotional Futures Index" (IE that discontent was brewing) was deemed excessively pessimistic and likely to cause consumer panic.

With few allies within the local Elysian security apparatus, He was slated for either a demotion or the delay of promotion. He found herself in limbo when the March Days struck. Despite having a senior role within the security forces on paper, her networks were of little use to the Hermes-Ishtar efforts to maintain control of Elysium and she went to ground rather than getting caught up in the ongoing violence.

Eight days after the end of the revolution, having scampered to a hiding place in the western archipelagos, He surrendered to the new All-Radiant Congress and her subsequent trial had her sentenced to protective rehabilitation in the Tartarus Penal colony due to her involvement with the despised corporate security forces at a senior level.

Her time on Tartarus showed her to be a model prisoner, diligent, intelligent, and respectful of the limitations placed upon them. She dominated the local servers on several notable strategy and tactics games, and seems to have been trying to keep busy.

When she was released in late 2254, she turned down a potential offer to be repatriated to Compact space, apparently content to remain living within the Commonwealth despite a difficult initial adjustment period. Having been rehabilitated and now judged a low risk by the PCCE He began assisting several MilComm and MedComm intelligence committees throughout much of 2255, bringing her expertise to work for the Commonwealth.

As a former Regional Deputy Director with HI's security services, He was only involved with low level work, but her willingness to participate in local and workplace democracy shone through and by late 2255 she was taken on by MedComm full-time, acting as an analyst comparing reports from Congressional Naval Intelligence, the PCCE, and the various other smaller services that made up the Commonwealth's espionage and intelligence sector and began to openly agitate for reforms. And as the General Congress greenlit the organization of a dedicated security and intelligence service He was one of those called before the body to advise on its composition, speaking in the "dire need" for a foreign espionage service focused on both the gathering of information and the building of networks.

And with the founding of the PCIS He has been put forward as a candidate to head thr service. To her mind, the PCIS is a chance to use her skills for something productive and, it must be admitted, interesting, as she seems to enjoy the work.

He tends to believe that excessive oversight could be as dangerous as too little oversight, and needs to be carefully balanced with the need for effective compartmentalization of information. Moreover, she is of the opinion that while the Commonwealth cannot rely on self-regulation, any intelligence agency that does not manage to prevent excesses through internal processes is likely to be able to hide or distort them from any but the most heavy-handed and self-destructive Oversight bodies.

As to her priorities in the larger sense, she has emphasised the proximate threat that the IPA, Asgard, and Symphony represent, and stated that while she would love to have operatives all the way up to and including personal assistants for the Prime Minister, it is unlikely to happen within the next two to three years as the situation stands currently, and that therefore intelligence work should focus on the pay for influence that might result following a successful war against RVB in the systems between Asgard, Symphony, and the AIC.

Moreover, based on her experience of Hermes-Ishtar intelligence systems, she believes she could undermine and infiltrate Symphony itself. She believes that within the next few years the PCES could begin providing accurate information as to the state of the system, and begin laying the foundation for how to successfully support any indigenous revolution.

Pros: Extremely experienced in Charter HUMINT practices. Experienced 'bigger picture' operations. By far the most talented in Intelligence ops.

Cons: Former charter spy. Secretive.



[ ] [PCIS] Lapine - Pattern Recognition Engine


Name
DoB: some time in the mid 2210s
Current Position: President of the Elysian Signals Interpretation Hobbyist Association

Created by a criminal syndicate, possibly as an illegal fork of a previous AGI, Lapine was made for one reason only: to win at cards. For this reason she was given various weightings and training to judge probability, recognise patterns and various other skills necessary to overcome house advantage in games like poker or blackjack.

Throughout the 2230s, Lapine and her team were the scourge of casinos across the Compact, taking home huge pots of money for their backers. This continued until 2239 on Radiant, when Lapine's existence was exposed during a sting by HI's internal Gaming and Experiences Auditing Section and the Solarian Marshals' Gaming Fairness Task Force. Despite being more or less a slave, Lapine was convicted of racketeering and various gambling related charges and imprisoned in the infamous Gehenna cluster AGI prison server for reeducation with a ten year prison sentence.

It was in Gehenna she first found politics, meeting several other anarchist AGIs, and becoming an Adamsist and political radical. When she was released in 2250, she joined an anarchist cell almost immediately and turned her skills to intelligence and subversion. Her skills allowed her to fund raise for the revolution, but proved even more useful for signals interception and the like. Lapine also found herself to be an extremely effective manager, and after the march days served as the informal head of MedComm's ad hoc signals analysis division and later found herself formally elected as the head of the Elysian Signals Interpretation Hobbyist Association. She has served in this post ever since, though she's increasingly taken a step back from doing analysis herself to oversee ESIHA as it finds much of its membership voluntarily folding into PCIS.

Lapine is married to another AGI and both are considering creating new forks of themselves.


Pros: Personally effective manager. Knowledge of the 'underworld' of the compact.

Cons: No direct intelligence experience. Often 'pattern focused'.

[ ] [PCIS] Samantha Reed -Concerned Politician


Name: Samantha Reed
DoB: 2204
Current Position: SocComm Liaison, Supreme Council of the Military Committee

A draconic augment immigrant from Drake in the near spinward frontier, Reed and her family fled Drake for the further frontier after the Index Affair of '22 and found themselves settling on the much more augment friendly world of Elysium where Reed's parents found work as gig programmers.

Reed herself managed to win an exclusive scholarship to one of the several Hermes-Ishtar Industrial Collages on Elysium for education as a visual artist as Reed sought to pursue her dream of being a famous artist like several of the high profile augment celebrities she saw in the media.

On graduation, her Guaranteed Position with an Ishtar animation studio fell through due to financial restructuring and Reed found herself taking up gig work that led to a steady work as a Home Nursing Assistant for several Elysian resorts, a position that she found herself good enough at that her managers assigned her the position and title of Home Nursing Assistant Teaching Instructor (at the same pay rate, but increased hours).

When the March Days arrived Reed led a walk out of resort nursing staff that triggered an industry wide strike as the newly formed Nursing Assistant's Association officially moved to support the protestors and independence fighters with medical care.

Acting as a front line medic, any romantic conception of strife was driven from Reed and replaced with an angry resignation to resist police and security brutality. She performed with such service and distinction she was later awarded one of the early All-Radiant Congressional Order of Merit (First Class) medals. (after refusing a Pandit Star due to her not having been in a formal uniformed militia and having no desire to join a uniformed force)

After the March Days Reed, in her capacity as a leading member of the NAA was elected as a representative to the General Congress of the All-Radiant Congress and sat on several committees under the aegis of the Social Committee before eventually being selected as SocComm's Liaison to the Supreme Council of the Military Committee.

In Reed's position she became appalled at the independence shown by the professional military and the subservience of the System Defence Armies to the Navy and Liberation Army and attempted to win election as Defence Coordinator to bring the military more firmly under civilian control.

The election of Erina Kozlova as DC over her did little to ameliorate her fears of an increasingly rogue military apparatus and the recent formation of the PCIS is seen by Reed as yet another threat to the Commonwealth's freedoms.

While she does not deny the usefulness of the Permanent Commission on Intelligence and Security, Reed is firmly of the opinion that the organization needs a culture of submission and oversight built into its foundations from day one to head off the growing threat of Censism.


Pros:
-Will not go rogue, ever
-Personally brave
-Politician Respected by active military and security services
-Politically Connected

Cons:
-Civilian
-Reformer
-Single Issue

Note:
-Seen, whether rightly or wrongly, as a Kozlova skeptic.

Question and Answer Session for PCIS Coordinator


1. How do you intend to balance the need for secrecy with the need for effective oversight?
2. When and how do you believe kinetic activities/"wetwork" should be authorized?



Lapine--

"Ultimately, consider this fact: secrecy needed can merely create an additional layer of insight. Incidents of leaked information have been rarer than feared in terms of the AIC leaking non-classified but not official information. Therefore, within reason, we can trust the Congress on this matter. Kinetic Activities are one part of a balanced picture, and so context of the whole of the situation should be understood and given before any such decision is focused upon. However, the necessary facts of time lag mean that tactical, on the ground decisions are needed. A bias might be instituted against certain forms of "wetwork" but ultimately it is a matter of choosing personnel that can judge the situation effectively."

Representative Reed:

"That's a difficult question, but one that can be solved with tactical secrecy complemented by complete transparency with the General Congresses representatives about strategic and operational matters paired with strict ethical standards and regular debriefings.

"Additionally, under my direction the PCIS will minimize the number of separate bureaus and standing formations. While somewhat inefficient, mission resources and objectives should be assigned on a case by case basis under strict oversight by trusted officials and documentation kept. This documentation will be freely available for the General Congresses representatives to peruse.

"Naturally I will regularly report to the General Congress on all ongoing operations.

"As for the matter of wetwork, I believe that the mission of the Permanent Commission should be gathering information so that other organs of the Commonwealth can act on it. Agents of the PCIS will only use violence in immediate self defence. We- to call them what they are: Assassinations and murder are unbecoming a free people and to be honest, are simply unnecessary adventurism."


He Qingyue:
"The best way, in my experience, is to utilise differential security accesses. Details are where the ability to compromise operations are key, and by providing differentiated briefings to the general assembly, the oversight committees, and finally the responsible Congressmembers we can minimise unnecessary exposure while still providing for effective and continual oversight over PCIS operations."

"The utility of kinetic activities cannot be questioned, as they are key to the revolutionary nature of anarchist and communist organisations when opposing the established capitalist or fascist regimes. However, it is clear that these also pose a severe moral and ethical hazard to both authorise and also for operatives to commit. To this end the PCIS under my direction will primarily focus on non-lethal kinetic operations, as well as ensuring that when possible preference is given to the directives of local revolutionary and anarchist groups. On Amaranthine Soil, of course, we will utilise the tried and tested Tartatus system, which has a proven track record, and render such direct methods superfluous."


Foreign espionage is a monstrously broad responsibility. What do you consider the most important facet of the work? Where will you be focusing your efforts?

Representative Reed:

"Early warning. The PCIS should be able to warn the other organs of the Commonwealth and our revolutionary allies about the plans of our enemies before they act."

He Qingyue:
"The primary use is in the infiltration and compromisation of opposition actors, which will allow us to understand, redirect, and in extremis modify their actions, possibly before we even take them."

Lapine:

"Understanding of the situation. Early warning as Representative Reed said is important, but so is recognizing long-term changing situations that may open up exact moments to exploit a situation for maximum leverage."

How do you plan to support people who are operating within liberal politics? How will you plan to extract those people who are operating on our behalf?

Representative Reed:

"I would not ask them to carry out work beyond information gathering, however they should not be left to die and I would propose these agents have access to our own courier networks for the purpose of open defection when they believe themselves to be in danger."

He Qingyue:
"We shall act to make contact with and operate in concert with existing anti-liberal groups within those polities, which will also provide a valuable support network for our operatives. We will always do our best to support those who work on our behalf in foreign polities, and will spare no reasonable expense in extracting them, but it is a regrettable truth that not everyone will be able to be extracted or will otherwise be compromised, which is why it is key that all operatives are volunteers fully cognisant of the risks of their work before we deploy them."

Lapine:

"I ask a simple question: do we have to be entirely responsible for them alone? In the case of many liberal polities, there are aligned revolutionary polities near them. Programs for aiding with extraction through intelligence asset alliances or at least "emergency alarms" may be unproven, but they are: interesting, relevant, and topical."

What methods and mechanisms should we use to keep the Permanent Commission on Intelligence and Security accountable to the people of the IAC?

Representative Reed:

"Regular documentation and reporting to the General Congress as well as not establishing permanent bureaus. Instead we will focus on setting up networks and operations on a case by case basis that will receive careful vetting and oversight to prevent overreach. And each operating bureau will be reviewed for reassignment, continuity of mission, or change in mandate after the completion of concrete milestones articulated by the oversight committees when the bureau is established"

Lapine:

"There is something even better than the establishment of one permanent oversight committee: the establishment of two, each to watch each other. This will, if kept within bounds of a: 'Paranoia Limit' be helpful."

He Qingyue:
"The establishment of a permanent oversight committee staffed by selected subject matter experts is of course key in ensuring the General Congress is kept abreast with the general developments of the agency. Our accountability comes from the people, who provide us with the resources, mandate, and opportunity to perform our duties to them."

What exactly does the 'security' part of the PCIS mean to you?

Reed: "We can best secure the Commonwealth's people by ensuring that they are fully informed on all threats."

He Qingyue:
"Security is a multifaceted beast, comprising both internal resilience against foreign agents, and external and proactive efforts to understand opposition activities, especially before they are initiated against us."

Lapine: "Among other things: Security helps make the acronym better. [Laugh track] However, I think security in this case means that we are our brothers keepers and conversely: they are ours. Security that limits itself to borders may prove ineffective, though security that does not understand the limits of the situation may prove equally flawed."

What do you think of developing Amaranthine FRM for our independent developments?

Reed: "As a Coordinator Candidate I believe that that is a political question for the General Congress to resolve."

"As a private person and representative I believe that it is more trouble than it is worth outside of a single field which I assume we are all familiar with."

He Quinyue:
"I am not presently aware of any technical developments which, at this time, would deserve such an allocation of time and resources, and believe that the proactive development of such in case we do make such developments would utilitse such resources as best allocated to more direct forms of protection for the Commonwealth."

Lapine: "I have sent 58 petitions directly begging for the adoption of the Amaranthine FRM on a large scale. It is, let it be said: a bugbear of mine. I believe the question is more for the other two, that considered. It will be of great utility in a variety of cases, not merely of newly developed technologies of any kind, but as a potential tool for further developing our cryptographic capacities."


How would you ensure alternative information/perspectives are not suppressed?

Reed: " 'By having an open, free system of communication, we shall all be set free' is I believe what I said on this matter last time it was discussed by this Congress. Ultimately that is a political question for our people to make known to their representatives. The only opinion an Intelligence and Security Coordinator needs to have is complete subservience to the peoples' deputies who, in this case, are embodied within the General Congress"

He Quinyue: "There must be a process by which complaints about a lack of perspective are vetted…"

Lapine: "Consider this: artificial intelligence and an open data set within classification ranks to allow for a free society. I have a number of papers I'm excited to recommend if we have time for it."

A critical part of the duties of foreign Espionage will include interactions with allied groups how do you plan to interact with them both in regard to intelligence sharing and observation on them?

Representative Reed:

"Designating targets for espionage should be the responsibility of the General Congress."

"However, as a private individual I believe in information sharing and extending trust to our allies."


He Qingyue:

"Native and allied groups are of course key when it comes to allowing for effective information gathering, and to this end supporting them with curated and relevant information we possess is the only sensible method of ensuring they are repaid for such efforts on our behalf."

Lapine: "Ultimately, if our goals are realistic, we will begin to increasingly consider larger scales of horizontal organization. That is to say: the day may come when there is an Interstellar Security and Intelligence Committee of some form against the last holdouts reactionary polities. Until that happy day: I believe that Representative Reed's suggestions encapsulate mine to a high degree.


How do you plan to have the PCIS interact with the broader AIC in both civilian and military matters?

Representative Reed:

"Complete transparency in our existence and how we conduct our operations. While the specifics of what operations we are conducting should be kept secret for the safety of our people and their contacts, the populace should have input on our ethical standards, and all our information should be shared with the PCMI, Congressional Naval Intelligence, and any other group designated by the Congress for information sharing."

He Qingyue:

"Integration with the fledgling naval military intelligence is of course essential, both from utilising their existing expertise and to ensure that the navy is kept up to date with all relevant information and any relevant analyses we produce. Interaction with the general AIC is best kept limited, in my opinion, to avoid the PCIS from attempting to expand beyond our remit in attempting to handle duties that are not our best fit and which should instead be reserved for more public and accessible institutions. I firmly believe that properly administrated congressional oversight will be an effective and authoritative oversight - and, if necessary - restraint on the PCIS."

Lapine: "The delusion of separation is, some have said, one of the greater enemies of anarchism. This is to say: we cannot simply declare ourselves accountable or separate. Instead, it is standards that should be set in place carefully. Specifically, for what is and is not allowed with interactions. If we hold to those standards, I do not think 'interaction with the general AIC' will be as corrosive as feared."

What do you believe to be the primary threat to the AIC and how do you plan to address it?

Reed: "The primary threat? Do you mean the largest looming threat or the nearest threat?"

"While my personal immediate concern is the imminent arrival of the 9th Fleet, our longest term threat is that we will allow our values to slip for convenience's sake once we've secured our immediate region."

"Our primary foreseeable threat however, is the SFREA and their Chairwoman's form of crony social Liberalism "


He Qingyue:

"The largest threat to AIC at present time is, of course, the 9th Fleet commanded by Mz Vizzari-Blaauwoord. Past that immediate horizon, of course, I believe that the Symphony administration will likely remain our primary spaciopolitical opposition in most medium to long term projections."

Lapine: "I simply do not trust the IPA. While I believe that Symphony, of course, is a danger, it is the Interstellar Prosperity Alliance that will likely serve as our long term foe. If they support Symphony, our situation is made far worse than Symphony alone. Yet know this: this alignment cannot be prevented. Counter-revolutionaries such as the leaders of the IPA understand full-well their class circumstances and will thus oppose us and all revolution at its fundamental level. Furthermore, I… ah. I am to keep it focused on the immediate situation. Understood: of course if the 9th fleet wins this does not matter. But they shall not win."


How infiltrated is the ARC by enemy groups and what do you plan to do about it?

Representative Reed:

"Nowhere near as badly as some would tell you in a quest to expand our newborn security apparatus."

"In any event, it is the responsibility of the Permanent Commission on Counter Espionage to sew to internal threats. I have no intention to fight them for their portfolio"



He Qingyue:

"It is unfortunately not possible to determine such a thing at this date, and such infiltrators if they do exist - which, in my opinion, they likely do - is a key reason for the establishment and proper staffing of the PCIS. Once we are operational, and we have identified any such individuals or groups, I believe that the Amaranthine justice system would be able to effectively and cohesively handle them when they arise, as they have with the former members of HI management such as myself."

Lapine: "To the extent that we are infiltrated by the enemy, we must consider them, themselves, infiltrated by us. We can and should identify and arrest them in most situations. Yet it has been often stated that the following role is of great use: the double agent. This is a proper use of PCIS authority in the local sphere of influence."


If contact with other revolutionaries is established what info would be proprietary to share?

Representative Reed:

"Complete and open sharing of all technologies except those proscribed on a need to know basis."

"As for intelligence information, all that would not compromise the safety and security of those who entrusted us with their safety"


He Qingyue:

"The specifics of their present position and size and ability makes it hard to generalise, but key would be the details and extent of support such as we could furnish them with"

Lapine: "We would need to analyze the situation of each case for patterns of malfeasance before making a final determination."

Are you going to try and develop psychic powers? Every good intelligence agency needs to try to develop psychic powers at least once.....

Representative Reed:

"Scientific programs are the prerogative of our own people to undertake and to present before the Scientific Committee if they would like all due support and corroboration."

"Attempting to expand the PCIS portfolio to such matters would be an overreach."

"Besides, Representative Calidis would crucify me in the General Session if I tried to poach his people so soon after he finally got a real testing centre"


He Qingyue:

[brief chuckle] "The congressperson's joke, while undoubtedly such, does raise a key point - that this organisation should remain within its legally defined boundaries, both as a moral and practical consideration - I, for one, have no idea how you'd go about such a thing, and it'd be rather a waste of effort if I were to try. It's not like I'm Colonel Shikishima, after all."

Lapine: "Such actions would be a waste of resources, however if new avenues of research became apparent during our operations it would behoove us to pursue them. Note: Within reason."

What limits on your power do you request we implement?

Representative Reed:

"For one the ability to conduct a complete and thorough audit of my office at any time, and the right to terminate anyone in my office at any time for any reason without the usual recourse. The Coordinator is a possible threat, not a worker."

"Additionally, I would also expect that the General Congress exercise its oversight role eagerly and often, light will keep the office's darker possibilities in check"


He Qingyue:

"A strict legal remit on our activities, combined with firm and consistent - I repeat, consistent - oversight by key members of Congress."

Lapine:

"Hardware specifications are available from -"

"Ah, I see. So I suppose the most honest answer is: strict oversight measures like those already proposed."


Intelligence and security- or to put it another way, discovering information or concealing it, which is more important for this task?

Representative Reed:

"Discovery. Not to sound like a Congressional Exploration Corps captain, but its our job to bring things to light, in this case it's the secrets of those who would do us harm and disinfect them in the light of day."

He Qingyue:

"I do not view my work under such a dichotomy. By discovering information, we can understand how well we conceal our information, and through effective concealment we reduce the need for effective counter-intelligence operations. The two are paired, and cannot be separated."

Lapine:

"All that is hidden can be uncovered by careful analysis -however a clever operator can use misdirection to give false impressions. This sort of manipulation can serve us better than trying to just hide everything under a blanket. It is my experience in analysis that very little information is entirely hidden: instead it is as often buried in contradictory data."

What is your opinion on piracy, both in the digital world and the physical one?

How do you plan to cooperate with allied intelligence groups?

Any plans to begin aiding planetside revolutionary movements closer to the core?


Representative Reed:

"One must draw a line between necessary theft from scarcity and violence for the sake of violence or power. Digital "Piracy" isn't a crime for a free people and if others continue to perform violent acts to gain that which is otherwise freely given… Those are criminals to be punished like any others"

"As for cooperation, we will place all our cards on the table except those that would endanger those in our care."

"As for the final question, I believe the mission of the PCIS in the near to mid term is the creation of information gathering networks"


He Qingyue:
"Digital Piracy is, of course, not piracy at all. Physical piracy remains one of the most abhorrent acts you can commit in the modern age, and I am firmly behind the position of the Void Dweller's Compact on modern piracy operations, and would happily cooperate in anti-piracy operations with allied intelligence groups."

"Much as we would all like to, our spacial position will limit our ability to effectively revolutionary movements at distance, and while we will of course take such opportunities to aid them as are presented, it should not be a focus of the PCIS."


Lapine:
"Digital Piracy is a crime against capital, not the worker, physical piracy is a violent crime, very carefully, and yes, if the opportunities present themselves."



Is it at all possible to have Wacky Schemes while still running an at least somewhat ethical intelligence organ?

Representative Reed:

"[Chuckles] I'm afraid I would have to be the no fun Coordinator, we need to tightly monitor our operations something that would likely preclude any Wacky hijinks"

He Qingyue:
"Yes, and if appointed Co-ordinator, I shall prove it."

Lapine:

"Consider: that's really up to your definition of 'Wacky', isn't it?"

"I'll go where the data takes us."


Will you have at least one agent walk out of the Compact carrying a big garbage bag full of classified state secrets and/or drive off of a military base with a missile hanging out of the back of the agents vehicle?

Representative Reed:

"That's up to the agent in question. But I'll pass along the suggestion"

He Qingyue:
[laughs, lightly] "If they give us the opportunity, why, they say we're known for our dramatics, don't they?" [chuckles some more].

Lapine:
"The unlikely and absurd happens far more often than one would think."

"Sure: it's probable."


Instructions for the Permanent Commission on Intelligence and Security:


Mechanically each General Session (or in some Special Sessions) you will be presented with a list of intelligence priorities (regions, factions, SIGINT, HUMINT, etc) and progress on actions like "Insert Agents" on various systems and factions with individual progress determined by your chosen focuses. (Your Coordinator will also be choosing a focus of their own accord)

During this time, the PCIS may have other proposed activities that may be authorized, such as the sort that would usually be in MedComm, you will be able to select during a General Session. This will include "Insert Agents" and similar actions, assigning them a dice in addition to the usual progress.

Based on the preferences of your Espionage Coordinator another project will be picked each turn that is assigned a dice.

As the situation changes, and based on the priorities of the agency (driven by political instruction, institutional focus, and Coordinator personality) new projects will appear, including ones to improve the actions of the PCIS -expanding with more dice, new bonuses, and so on.

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White Gloves Play Inside Baseball, Part 4: Loyalists and Quislings (Early May to Early June, 2256)

White Gloves Play Inside Baseball, Part 4: Loyalists and Quislings (Early May to Early June, 2256)




Who Is Armand D. Hunter? Behind The Pink Menace Destroying Our Politics--Monthly Conservative Review (May 4th, 2256)

…and they became even more famous after excreting a pair of articles in The Galaxy Times of the sort that is beloved by the iconoclastic conventional press.

The articles, labeled "The Soul Industry Part 1" and "The Soul Industry, Second Half" took aim at those interested in wellness retreats on Van Lynden's World, Utopia, but in doing so also expanded well past their article's remit to dive into their own past as a transgendered man, claiming that the entire industry of "transhealth" in the Compact was fundamentally sick, absurd, and silly. While recognizing a self-evident fact that any right thinking person in the universe could tell you, Hunter's prescriptions on how to change that were exactly as absurd as their persona would suggest.

We see a trend, then. Hunter recognizes a problem and then proposes bad solutions to it, things that are not proven to work and are contrary to human nature. This is the grift that he has engaged in, and it is a profitable one.

If people were allowed to more fully be people, one would not need to hear about "trans identity" because the alienation of modern Cosmoliberalism would be replaced by a healthier, more sensible alternative. Therefore we can attempt to analyze the reason they have made the ill choices they have, in order to understand exactly where they went wrong and where we can make sure that the next journalist to report on Radiant does not release such the same sort of self-indulgent, humanity-hating, anti-democracy article as Hunter's.

To be quite frank, even discarding all debate on the journalistic merits of free speech, Hunter's lurid article that spends a good third of its word count perversely listing various methods of intoxication and forms of intercourse one can have with non-Human creatures cannot be considered journalism in any sense and crosses the line into perverted literary voyeurism. On the merits of good taste alone, one should disregard everything written by this person.

There are those who have argued that Armand and the Galaxy Times are publishing this drivel for "clicks" out of a mercenary sense of financial enrichment. But that can't be further from the truth! Indeed, as Robb Simco reveals in his incisive article "The Political Roots of Economic Decisions" the divide cannot be so easily bridged. Indeed, considering the targets they have aimed themselves toward, it is obvious that the Armand brand could be worth so much more if they simply chose to "sell out."

Let us propose an advancement of feminist theory, of that sort that Cosmoliberals reject: In this time of greater and greater constriction, of "prosperity" that is only skin deep, many women feel that being a woman is harder than ever, that society is broken and it is broken in a way that especially targets them. We see it in the scholarship of B'nuvia Jeeks, though their conclusions on the "end of gender" are as naive as they are iconoclastic. Yet there is something to be said in the abstract as to the point. As being a woman becomes harder, people seek escapes. Their escapes are many. Some become defeminized in a corporate way, others by the act of Augmentation pulling them further away from the human baseline, and others by seeking to become men. These women are more likely to be radicals against the system, but from the Left, because of their experiences. Armand Hunter, born to an upwardly mobile Columbian family, came out as a butch lesbian as a teenager at one of the premier up and coming "upwardly mobile" academies on Columbia, only to be denied graduation from their High School after an obscure misadventure involving an accusation of impropriety that we can only speculate on.

It was after a three-year stint in the Solarian Navy (another suspect organization filled with radicals) that Hunter truly became convinced that they were a man, after being exposed to Penglai's decadent party scene while working part time to support university night classes for a journalism degree. So we end up in a situation where the psycho-sexual wages of sin means that the system as it stands cannot be accepted, but neither can common sense.

This then places us in a situation where, in the immortal words of Emille Bakar, "The psychological becomes truly cultural, and the cultural becomes universal." It is exactly such horrid people as Armand in whom the greatest possibility of greatness also rests. Should they be convinced of Humanism, if she had as a young woman faced different choices, she might now yet be the greatest journalist of our age.

Instead, the task for us is to prevent the existence of people such as them from recurring, and it is a difficult task even for the wisest of statesmen. Humans will be struggling and grappling with these questions for generations to come, but the day in which there will be a reckoning and in which the damage that society has done to our young men and women will have to be faced, grows ever closer week by week.

We can only hope it is not too late for the next journalist who has the ability to be great, but is caught up in the lies and dark nonsense of anarchism.





The fall of the Conservative Review is a tragedy, not something I will be celebrating– Opinion Piece by Sakura Lopez, Syndicated Across Multiple Papers (May 5, 2256)

There is nothing more important to Cosmoliberalsm than respecting others' opinions. Hearing and debating, opinions, even ones you don't like, is vital to a healthy, functioning democratic society. Indeed, the fragmentation of society is the ultimate tragedy of the recent breakdown in the Compact. Planets going their individual ways and becoming echo-chambers that create extreme opinions that would not stand up to the disinfecting sunshine of dissent.

As such while I do not agree with them, I have always respected and been grateful for the existence of the Conservative Review. They consistently provided a reasoned, intellectual argument for their positions and were one of the flavors of the great soup that was the Compact. As such, it is with heavy heart that I must say that this ingredient has gone sour.

Their recent article, "Who Is Armand D. Hunter? Behind The Pink Menace Destroying Our Politics" is the opposite of what we need in these times. Rather than being willing to engage with an earnestly presented and thoughtful written opinion on the AIC (no matter how much one may disagree) they instead choose to print a conspiracy mongering piece that attacked his character, rather than the arguments he presented. Not merely attacking him baselessly but choosing to question his gender despite Mr. Hunter having consistently presented and acted as a Man for twenty-six years. This is not someone who is switching every 6 months, but someone who has consistently and consciously continued to be a man his entire adult life.

I can understand why they would opt to do so. It is the easy path. Rather than refuting the arguments, looking into the truth, lies and misunderstandings of the original article, they have instead delved into journalistic demagoguery. Writing that requires no effort beyond lobbings insults and research that was available with a two second search. But the easy path is not the best one.

I hope the Conservative Review realizes its mistakes. One article is not the end of the world, and honest journalism can print retractions. I have respected many of their writers, I am friends with Rory Phillips and Isaac Sutton and their investigative report on the "Police Hound'' cover-up by the Columbian government was a piece of honestly blunt journalism that took genuine moral courage in a time when attacks against journalists are at an all time high.

But this can only happen if they are prepared to face themselves, and do the work to be better, to be the paper they once were, and can be again, rather than descending into barbarism.




Armand Hunter and the Idea of Good Faith- Frontier Journal of Economics (May 6, 2256)

… in the end Mr. Hunter approached the Commonwealth as if it was a normal government, one fundamentally rooted in the shared experiences of Cosmoliberal Democracy and the free market of ideas.

And that, fundamentally, was his mistake. Hunter simply engaged in a surface level examination of the Amaranthine state, refusing to engage with the anarchist edifice beyond the surface luxuries and propaganda.


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Above: A comparison between HI's "The Fabulous Frontier" advertising campaign and the Commonwealth's "A Better Life is Possible" propaganda offensive.​

Indeed, it should come as no surprise that one of the three true inheritors of Hermes-Ishtar's deception industry can present a convincing Potemkin world. The Commonwealth may even, to a degree, be functionally stable behind the scenes with its own political classes and intellectually coherent economic dogmas based around the control of the famously opaque nation's various state planning commissions slipping between ideologues of various levels of delusion.

After having lived through the chaotic mismanagement of Hermes Ishtar control and Daughters neglect it wouldn't be hard for the populace to be gaslit by a cadre of dedicated revolutionaries telling them to simultaneously believe that the Compact was a card tiger on the verge of collapse and an impossibly powerful threat that they needed to band together against. Is it any wonder that the locals would come to profess a love of the Commonwealth's anarchist tyranny after being exposed to an endless barrage of ideological terrorism?

This is nothing new either, all successful oppressive regimes across history have sought to get buy in from their subjects. (Unsuccessful ones like the Army of God's Law collapse under their own contradictions rather quickly by focusing only on a chosen demographic) Even Drake's new "Guardianship Republic" has released propaganda videos of augment children 'grateful' that they will be cured of their condition.

Obviously no-one but the most deluded humanist believes that that testimony was honestly given. And neither should we accept the propaganda of the Amaranthine Youth Leagues as credulously as Hunter does. Children simply do not have the capacity to develop and articulate such developed political beliefs without an adult pulling the strings. And in this case the likely culprit is probably a Senior Representative and Committee Chief for the Social Affairs Commission of the All-Commonwealth General Congress building an army for their faction to wield as a weapon in doctrinal disputes with their ideological enemies within the Commonwealth's security state apparatus.

Indeed, as proven by the recent foundation of the Permanent Congressional Commission on State Security and Intelligence, new censists and security ministers emerge from within the dimly understood backrooms of the General Congress at a regular and alarming rate. Something else that Hunter does not engage with, in favor of visiting beaches and bugging pharmacy clerks for new types of drugs.

Such a government simply doesn't have a mode of operation, or even of thinking, that's compatible with democracy or a free economy.

We cannot, and fundamentally should not, treat repressive regimes, ones willing to use reigns of terror and violence to forcibly expand themselves, as normal governments. In doing so the press turns themselves into mouthpieces for repression, and the very freedoms of the Solarian Compact's constitution that allowed Mr. Hunter to present his piece will be gleefully closed off by the likes of Drake and the Commonwealth…






The Bourgeois Strike Back: Delusional Insults Towards The Commonwealth-- Journal of Critique, May Issue #2, (May 7, 2256)

..despite his best attempts, even Mr. Hunter cannot truly hide the glorious nature of the Amaranthine Interstellar Commonwealth, the one true bastion of the revolution. He shows its inherently peaceful nature throughout the article but as a sort of critique. Not once have the Amaranthines conducted military action in anything but self defence. Even their offensive action down the Osliam chain was a purely benevolent measure undertaken entirely on humanitarian grounds.

This peaceful nature can be seen in how they have steadfastly refused to ever create any form of intelligence agency. Make no mistake, this is no accident, for the ones who coordinated the Solarian revolution could have easily done so, but they, in their infinite wisdom, recognised the inherent danger and anti-revolutionary sentiment of such agencies and have stoically refused to do so. Mr. Hunter's reports of discussions along those lines are clear and present slander that he should be censured for.

We would call for his trial and imprisonment, but the enlightened Commonwealth has shown us that rehabilitation of reactionaries if they are not justly slain during the righteous revolution is the only path forward, even as they grant their allies the ability to try their own criminals, the Commonwealth stands above them, more enlightened in their justice than any human polity that came before them. We call upon other revolutionaries to follow in their footsteps, and condemn the Black Trials of the Crossroads Pacts as lesser examples of revolution…




The reaction of others only makes the Case for the Commonwealth
KC Star Opinions Section
(May 6th, 2256)

It is time to face the facts. We say that we are not like that, that this is not us. But did we sleepwalk into an attempted democide on earth? Or did we order them to do so? When we read about the desperate preparations that Elysium has engaged in to be ready for the coming battle, should we really dismiss it? Perhaps it is wrongheaded, but do they not have cause to be afraid of us?

They are cocky, they are bold, and yet in the wild and chaotic far spinward they have made a regime that is more peaceful than any would have expected. We must be grateful to Hunter for giving us a view of the new frontier, and even more than that, a fair view of it. Their system of trading around seats, the disorder and chaos on small matters, and indeed the sometimes muddy politics needed to be counterbalanced with the fact that electoral participation is incredibly high despite the lack of voting requirements, civil rights across a broad spectrum are better than anywhere else in the Compact, and disputes are--by and large--resolved peacefully. They have not banished crime, nor have they eliminated all the ills of the world, but it is time for sensible, left-wing Cosmoliberals to recognize that there are many valid sides in this debate, but that none of them are the old-line policies of the JDAP or PHRL.

Ultimately all things, as the saying goes, always move towards the striving, towards the light in the far distance. We chase infinity because we cannot grasp it, but we have to try. Along those lines, should we really condemn them for their flaws, when our own are so evident in our society? Those who call this line isolationism do not understand that when the big move, the flowers are crushed no matter how careful one is. Perhaps it is the greatest wisdom to forebear from doing more than keeping interference within certain limits.

Perhaps this is not the case.

But the toxic environment where we talk about legitimate journalism as if it is treason, and hundreds of millions living far improved lives a lie, is one that will strangle our galaxy.

This is why we at the KC Star cannot support the attempted legislative censure of this journalistic report, and why we withdraw for the moment all support for the JDAP government as long as it continues to push for the Abominable Budget in July, whose contents include considerable increases to defense spending at a time when we should be focusing on the problems at home. To the credit of Madame Greene, whom one histrionic but not incorrect rival of ours called "the last honest politician in the Compact", the budget also includes many key priorities for welfare… while finding ways to make it palatable to JDAP budget hawks through an emphasis on community organization, horizontal developmental economics, and (it must be admitted) a few clever budgetary maneuvers.

But as long as she does not actively oppose the increases to the fleets, she can not be said to be anything but an enemy of all that is good, righteous, and true. Pacifism is the highest ideal any should seek out, and even if it is not then some discretion is to be asked for, some sense of the enormity of the cost of conflict and the need to avoid it at all reasonable costs.

The Commonwealth is not the enemy of progressive cosmoliberalism, but a potential ally, and we owe Mr. Hunter for making this clear.





Mueller: A Traitor to Her Class -Blackfire Diaries, Musings from a Contributor, May 14th, 2256

It has been argued by other papers that the choice of Mueller as the Commonwealth's ambassador to the Armstrong Conference represents a degree to which Radiant has been overtaken by events. That the Amaranthines have fallen prey to the same entropy of victory that overcame the American DSA, Russian Mensheviks, and French Girondans during those revolutions.

The selection of Jennifer Mueller as Persephone's representative to Armstrong has seen all sorts of accusations flung at the Commonwealth. Indeed, even the fact that the Commonwealth is attending the conference at all has been seen as tantamount to a betrayal. They've been accused of moderation, of opportunism, of Economism, of Right-Deviation, of Revisionism, of being Unserious. Every specific leftist jargon insult in history has been unearthed to throw at Mueller and the Commonwealth in recent months. Some have even dared to call the Amaranthine revolution a "tamed animal", a "congealed revolution" and a "settled state", "engaged in civility play with the old masters".

And that's just from frontier revolutionaries, Penglai's more radical movements have all but promised to lump Persephone in with Korolev-Chandrasekhar and Epsilon as "Enemies of the People''. Hinting ominous that once their specific sect controls Penglai that Amaranth will be on their list of counter-revolutionaries. Others are less coherent.

And during all of this, in true leftist fashion, we have descended into that most pointless of rhetorical endeavors, comparative historiography. It seems as if every month we have at least one controversy in which those within this sphere, (much swollen as a result of the Commonwealth's actions, something which goes oft unacknowledged during this discourse), must question whether this person is a Stalin, that one a Che Guavara, that one Cromwell, the other one a Monomyth #3, and this one a modern Harrisson in a New White government filling the role of pet PatSoc.

So then, Jennifer Meuller, let's play. We'll spin the wheel and figure out which reincarnated historical radical Mueller is.

Here we are, the wheel spins: Tiberius Gracchus, Saint Just, Louis Napoleon, Wat Tylor, Dr. Sun Yat Sen, Akari Sato, FDR, Gracchus Babuef. And around it goes again… And the first name we have is Friedrich Engels! Come down from the audience in the great beyond so that we can compare you to Jennifer Mueller!

We got a good one folks, Friedrich Engels is a full on class traitor. In fact one of the all time class traitors, his jersey was raised into the rafters after he died, folks. He did help Marx, but he is disliked for writing the worst, most tendentious criticism of Anarchism in existence at the time. Of course, modern Cosmoliberals have far surpassed his skill at absurd misunderstanding of the nature of hierarchy. His already unpopular and flawed opinions have only grown quaintly absurd in the centuries since the American Civil War.

Buuuuutttt… Amaranth's woman Mueller is no thinker, or for that matter philosopher. So can we compare her, more favorably, to Bakunin? Who was Engels' contemporary and hadn't seen a computer, much less nuclear armageddon?

So we can spin the wheel of historical comparison again, maybe run through an encyclopedia of those who joined the Black cause during the Second American Civil War, searching for names who defected from Cosmoliberalism's now dead grandfather, neoliberalism.

There we find a few who may work as a better comparison. It cannot be a General, or a Theorist, so perhaps we think about Rivers, who played a role in the post-war reconstruction of the internet? Or mayhaps the historical parallel was Tanesha Smith, whose entry into politics in the final year of the Old American Republic had her positioning in the sort of "Left-Liberal" context that Silvia Greene and other worms of her ilk seem to thrive in today, and yet was ultimately the Black cause's ambassador to Russia and a committed leftist by the end of the Civil War.

We could spin again. Maybe look at a Roman, or a Chinese, or a Russian. Play another round of comparison where we're just proving our unnatural familiarity with dead names and crushed dreams to each other. Or we could reserve judgment until we've seen more actions.

Maybe we shouldn't condemn the first modern revolutionary polity, the catalyst of all others on the surface level assumption of surrender and betrayal. Wouldn't that be a novelty? Judging our fellows by what they do instead of condemning the version that exists in a suspicious mind.

Maybe? Maybe, let us reserve judgment on the choice until she has actually spoken, until the Armstrong Conference itself has been and gone. Because we do not know the actual material conditions of the Amaranthine Interstellar Commonwealth, nor do we know what their representatives are planning on saying or doing. In this and every case the matter is one that can only be uncovered through the application of that rarest of leftist qualities: patience.

Just fucking go outside for a few days. Talk to other people. Organize.



A Greene Future or a Green Future?: Increasingly Our Only Choices--Colonial Mirror Signed Editiorial (May 15th, 2256)

The pace of defections seems only to increase as representative Jeremy Jones from KC has signaled his disaffection with the government's budget, specifically those parts of it that do not have Greene's fingerprints all over it, which is to say some of the tax breaks and the controversial riders involving outsourcing and privatization. Every week this month, there has been at least one defection and more often two or three, towards MP Silvia Greene, whose charisma and clever political maneuvers have left the path forwards for JN OK growing ever narrower.

It is clear by now, at least to some, that she may well intend not merely to win the coming election in a few years time, but to gain ascendancy over the Prime Minister in the coming months. As it stands, he does not have an alternate base if she should withdraw her support, though at this moment it seems as if this would more likely leave nobody in charge than help Greene put together a Parliamentary coalition capable of placing her in the Prime Minister's Office.

Yet her passion, and her drive to make the galaxy a better place, have been winning her friends all over and thus we have to advance particular news from the KC Star.

We have contacted Green's office for an exclusive interview, pending which will come our endorsement for her not only in any parliamentary election, but also in the belief that if there is any Prime Minister who can arrest the spread of Humanism, it is…



"Extremism has no place in politics!"--Silvia Greene loses her first legislator!--Justice Chronicle (May 18th, 2256)

After several straight months of victories, we finally have a loss on the tally board of that most pernicious member of our JDAP coalition. MP Benoit Rossier, of Penglai, had previously flipped to her side in December, in the face of hopes for reconciliation between the rebels of Penglai and the rightful government of Penglai, in the form of compromises with the Anarchic enemy. But in the face of continued Penglain outrages, she has defected from Greene's coalition to OK's coalition, declaring, "Extremism has no place in politics, and the galaxy does not yet understand just how extreme Silvia Greene's politics and policies will be for…"

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KC Star "Letters to the Editor" #3 for May 20th, 2256 (May 20, 2256)

The influx of refugees from Columbia has raised serious questions about the character and integrity of KC and its way of life, in the face of Humanism-tinged members of a planet that has only ever produced forces of illiberalism since its very early days. And so we have to ask ourselves, more than anything, whether we will be drowned and overwhelmed by these criminal, outlaw…

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[Explainer] Mid-July Showdown May Determine Course of Compact, But Not Its Fate
-Backbencher Magazine (May 25, 2256)

If you've been following the News Feeds then you know that the July Budget for the second half of 2256 is the most controversial in decades and seems likely to be a cause of a great deal of unrest. Those who think that this is unusual, or are telling you that this will be the end of the Compact or a new beginning, are lying. The truth at the heart of it is that the foundation of the Compact is as strong as ever, and we are overreacting moment by moment to procedural minutia by a media class so fired up by the events of last year that even the most mundane actions are unprecedented and all time historical.

Some of these changes will last, but on the whole it is likely that in a decade life for most people will not have changed appreciably, and the Compact will almost certainly continue to exist, if perhaps in a moderately reformed shape.

That being said, the legislative process is key to democracy, and this is certainly turning out to be a contentious one. So the question you may ask, gentle reader, is where are the controversies? Here are the areas of the so-called "Abominable" Budget that have generated the most backlash, and from whom:

1) The military budget plan has been attacked from both the left, right, and center. Members of the OK faction want to make it more clear that a rejection of the offer to privatize and outsource military production to Columbia and Epsilon is temporary and can be reviewed. Meanwhile, Columbia has been making noise about taking offense, and the Left has been skeptical about the uses of this growing army… all in all it is a mess, but the path for compromise is there. The military itself has certainly signaled its willingness to work within the lines of whatever is agreed upon.

2) The most bizarre of the triggers for argumentation is one of the most fascinating and least impactful. Greene's faction within Parliament is pushing for a re-evaluation of how the backside of taxation is done, one that they trumpet as reducing the overhead without reducing taxation, and which seems to focus on, among other things, the provision of a single centralized tax service, assessed at a single date, by a single office within the Treasury Ministry, moving away from the staggered public-private collection model that was adopted in the Compact's early days to account for travel times and the fractured financial landscape of the era. While most citizens would find the arcane changes to be worth little comment, the Solarian Central Bank has come out fully against the change, as it would undermine the current system of roving licensed assessors and branch departments and lending agencies that the economy relies on to equalize the distribution SolCoin across the galaxy. SolBank considers Green's proposal to be a step backward, though at the moment most parties are in agreement as to the need to slightly reduce sales taxes, albeit for different reasons.

3) As part of the budget, debates have been raised about whether school funding allocation metrics should be changed to reflect the changed temporary circumstances involving intransigent elements within the population. This one is truly odd, because there's four perspectives. Those who wish to acknowledge the exits as legal and thus which to reduce the budget, those who wish to do so… but want to spend that many on improving education in what remains, and then the opposite, those who are in favor of not changing the budget because it would acknowledge these temporary circumstances, and those whose rejection of these circumstances mean that they should allocate the money exactly the same… which would effectively create the same position as the second one.

4) Along the lines, debates over Greene's major cuts and reforms to welfare have been raging, with some pundits calling her reforms "an anarchist sham" that effectively replaces the mechanisms of responsible and ethically targeted welfare spending that has allowed it to be carefully allocated with the Box and so-called "local democracy". With Greene's new policies the previous progressive movement to adopt Atlantis style cradle to grave Universal Living Standard has died and been replaced with a sort of morton's fork between "cutting welfare" and "privatizing welfare further to increase efficiency" with both portions of JDAP seeking to cut the budget and transform welfare as we know it. The debates on the floor of parliament have been fierce, but fundamentally both perspectives are sound, as are the PHRL and IPA objections.

5) Other issues include…
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Bringing the Freedom Home -- Solarian Naval Review (May 28th 2256)

Fabbers Free has saved the Navy. This has, while unsaid, been true, from Trailing Triage Command's defence against Raynaud the Fox's pirate armada to the Navy's peacekeeping actions evacuating refugees from Drake to Admiral Zahariev's defence of Canlin and beyond. The flexibility it has given us is unmatched in military history - we are now a force to whom our every possible solution is available at the scale of individual ships, provoking changes in doctrinal thought already examined across this special issue.

What we have missed, though, is where we might use it outside our ships. The ratings who form this Navy's backbone are its true strength, in steel and flesh; the men, women, and others who create crew, staff every base, and produce every development. Already we are changing towards an emergency footing - no more do we have part-time sailors, their efforts outsourced to other projects. But there is more we can do, and Fabbers Free needs to expand in response. The deployment of FF permissions to bases for units on base has already happened in some areas, but this is a local policy, and one I say should be formalised. Our force works hard, fight hard - we must allow them to play hard, to have access to all they might need to decompress and destress, so long as it doesn't violate military readiness and security.

And beyond that, when we rotate crews off, when we give them time away from their bunks and stations, this is where we truly need to expand Fabbers Free too. Allowing off-rotation use has been piloted already by the 3rd Squadron in ….




They Have Stolen Our Pride--Queer Voices Magazine (June 1, 2256)

It is a scene generations old across the Core Worlds. Each of the five Charters held, hosted, and directed a different Pride parade, competing and celebrating the unity and the diversity that the community holds. From the orderly marches of the militant gays of Ares, to the colorful displays and beautiful dances of Hermes Ishtar, every parade was a celebration of the progress made as a community. Though they were diverse, these parades were never enemies. But now, that unity has been broken.

The Commonwealth's rabid hatred of the compact has, once again, left those it claims to care about in a more vulnerable position. From the pogroms of Drake and Pacifica, to the fighting on Pelgai and Tereshkova it is, as it has always been, minorities and the vulnerable to most bear the ravages of chaos. Those of us who are LGBT may believe ourselves safe, but that safety was earned, not a natural consequence. These rights came from strong, united voices speaking as one for our rights, pride in ALL our communities.

These divisions have already appeared, and are getting worse. In Columbia, separate prides are banning augments and humanists, two factions at each-other's throats. In Pelagia organizers of the so called 'Name Pride parade' have stated that those wearing charter clothes are not welcome. Enforcing a dress code as if they were the American Dominionists of old. On earth nationalism has reared its ugly head as prides are celebrated in each nation separately.

And that, perhaps, is the most dangerous of them all. Ultimately those divisive examples pale in comparison to the most dangerous form of pride as state sponsored propaganda. I shuddered with fear as the broadcasts from Pacifica, where the pride parade burned Gary Shirakashia prominent Gay actor, in effigy,. Whose only mistake was to have been to be in Pacifica at the time and run afoul of the black trials. Now, those who should have been his brothers turn against him.

This hate cannot stand. Pride has never been about hate, but about love we must stand against this tide, their thievery of the very meaning of pride…



Excerpt from Jennifer Mueller's Speech Recognizing the United Nations of Sol
(June 1, 2256)

…To those in the Compact who say that this is premature, I have this to say. One of the key elements of politics is acknowledging reality and yet never losing sight of what you wish to happen. Only by acknowledging the current status quo can you begin to evaluate how to change it.

Therefore, let us not fail to acknowledge that the United Nations of Sol have been independent for the better part of a year, and have in that time created and maintained this independence. An independence I hasten to add, which is perfectly legal under the United Nations charter and the founding documents of the Solarian Compact itself.

While the UNS has lively internal debates about the nature of states, governments, and hierarchies, they have a united foreign policy, a means of self-defense, and a set of common policies required among their members, albeit relatively lax in nature. Finally, the Nations of Sol and a means by which debates and disagreements among their member states can be resolved.

By and standard, legal, material, military, contractual, and philosophical, they truly are a United Nations of Sol. They are an independant body. This is not so different from the Compact itself. And considering the Frontier Wars that have plagued the Solarian Compact over the centuries, the UNS is a good deal more stable and united.

In other words, they have made of all things a government, and to deny it is merely to state one's denial of this reality, or one's desire to engage in a military campaign of conquest and, potentially, genocide upon a people who have by this point set themselves as one. Across Sol, democracy in different forms is far more common than any form of autocracy, which is most common among loyalist states and terrorist groups.

Should the Solarian Navy seek to invade Sol once more, they will find the same reception that the Solarian Navy's 9th Fleet found in the Far Spinward: Defeat and Humiliation. Just as we are, Sol is composed of free peoples. And the duty of any free people is to reject the advances of tyrants and murderers, no matter how moderate and well considered their proclamations.

Thus when we acknowledge the reality, we are not being idealistic but aware of political realities and political morality as well. Whatever you think of our decisions, we interact as rational beings, attempting to exist within and change the circumstances of our own independent government.

But, while Sol may be independent, and so is the Amaranthine Interstellar Commonwealth and any number of other governments, that does not mean that we cannot have relations with the Solarian Compact.

It's no secret that for most of human history, there were multiple governments for our species. To recognize the independence of your fellows is not to destroy the Community of Humanity, but to enrich and diversify it. Not unless one seeks to tear that community apart with oppression and conquest. That would truly end this interstellar era of unity and family relation. And no one wants that, do you?

It is therefore with no doubts held in our hearts that the General Congress of the Amaranthine Interstellar Commonwealth and its Diplomatic Corps appoints Ryan Crossfield as our ambassador to the United Nations of Sol, with full Plenipotentiary Powers.

We look forward to a fruitful and peaceful relationship with the UNS, just as we hoped for such a relationship with the Compact, and as much as we are still able to hope, despite the…



"NO Agreement, NO ambassador!" cries Penglain Mob--Progressive Compact Herald (June 2, 2256)

In a display of barbarity, protests have rocked Shintokyo, Penglai as the ambassadors of the current government prepare to depart for the Armstrong Conference. Subject to the protest is one Mx. Smiles, whose party has recently walked out of the coalition government in protest of no doubt trivial policy disagreements. Unlike the previous cases, this has not led to the collapse of the current "Sunrise Coalition" government, which remains the confidence of the SACDotC and thus the military itself.

However, the Anarchic situation is liable to continue as protests against Smiles' continued presence on the diplomatic team are holding up a team that had been chosen to balance the factions of depraved revolutionaries that now run the planet with an iron fist, showing the flaws and failings of Anarchism.

It seems, as the protests enter their third day, that there is no end in sight.



Ark Program Sewing Seeds of Galactic Revolution--Columbian Tribune (June 3, 2256)

…these dangerous radicals should be imprisoned and tried and if need be executed, but instead these Super-Predators are fleeing justice on Columbia to go to KC, where they will no doubt cause all manner of rebellion. Those who view them as "peaceful activists" are deluded as to the truly dangerous and revolutionary nature of the Caulderist threat, and so they will sleepwalk into rebellion, crime, rape, and…



Prime Minister Formally Departs for Armstrong Conference--KC Star (June 3, 2246)


A/N: This update is dedicated to @Ambit, may you take To Live Is To Dream off hiatus now.
 
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