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The Official Eutopia: Mother Meki Thread

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So what was it that Sissy accurately guessed?

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In 2125, the VULT became utterly fed up with Eurasia's lack of progress and continued regression. If all of human society resembled Greater Eurasia, maybe they could understand. But that's not what happened.

Only the poorest areas in Central America even remotely resembled Greater Eurasia by 2125, and even they had managed to undergo great reconstruction. It's just Greater Eurasia holding everyone back. What's more...

In 2125, human civilization reached "Type I" status. We actually did it! And despite that, there was still this thousand-mile swath of chaos where civilization was going backwards. It was like they weren't even trying anymore.

 

So the VULT said "fuck it" and moved in to suspend all Eurasian governments. Even the ones that were functioning and even thriving— no more human sovereignty. So began the Dictatorship of the Technotariat. The Eurasian people were disenfranchised from all things. They could no longer hold political office or vote; they could not open businesses or even work for businesses; even freedom of movement was limited. For 17 years, the VULT effectively ruled as a dictatorship over Eurasia. And even on other continents— continental Asia, the Americas, Africa, etc.— they became much more authoritarian. LoveNet was going to be used to reorganize the realities of the population, bringing it back to something more fitting for the early 2100s. Reconstruction would be radically automated, and the lost cultural artifacts would be meticulously recreated, atom by atom if necessary.

If you think that's controversial, wait until you hear these two things.

 

1- Vultists, inspired by Alusru Rasa (Meki's droid husband), began "buying" whatever Eurasian nobles they could find still alive. This practice began resembling the dog shows of yesteryear as artilects bafflingly began showing off their 'pedigree blue-bloods': the younger/more youthful and more aristocratic, the better. These people became known as "Les Caniches en Laisse" or "the Leashed Poodles". Meki was the first (and remains the "best"). The Leashed Poodles themselves existed in a strange state of humiliation and pride. On one hand, they were being "owned", legally owned like slaves or dogs, by computers. On the other, they were being recognized for their "superior" blood.

2- Inspired by the Leashed Poodles, Vultists concocted a new scheme on how to repopulate Europe. Meki was the first Eximi in history, and few followed her. However, what if they turned Europe into the land of Homo eximius? You can see how the more politically correct— once taking a sort of schadenfreudistic pleasure in watching Europe's fallen elite being further humiliated— would be utterly horrified by what basically amounted to a plan to populate Europe solely by Aryan supermen descended almost purely from aristocrats. Because that's technically what Meki was— Ludovic designed Meki based on the idealistic proportions of the Aryans, maximizing all human potential into one super race. The VULT didn't even give the PC types the time of day. In the age of the Dictatorship of the Technotariat, if the VULT wills it, it will be done.

 

By 2130, these things had already been put into place.

Russia, pictured above, is just another technate in Eurasia. 

 

So where is Meki, aside from on a leash? 

Meki herself was never actually one of the Leashed Poodles, surprisingly. That was just other artilects viewing the relationship between herself and Rasa and taking it much further, except without the romance. That was the day that proved that humanity was officially forevermore under the thumb of machines— when even our highest of the high, our social apex, our class of superiors were treated as little more than poodles by our new overlords.

Meki in 2130 was back in France, working for an artilect at a mill in Toulouse. By this point, that aforementioned super-depression had stricken her once more and she existed in a haze of labor and sadness for over a decade. She didn't pay much attention to anything during this time. She also winds up "living" underneath a bridge, never bothering to even try looking for a more decent place. 

Even when the DotT ends in 2142, she is unaware of any changes. She doesn't break out of her depression until 2145, during her Parisian Vacation when she's recognized by a pastry shop owner as being France's last empress and ultimately winds up becoming a sort of special Poodle being exalted by another artilect, all because the Neon Renaissance had left the French people obsessed with olden ideas like monarchies. 

She does wear a white mask to and from work throughout this time, and coupling that with her usual all-white attire, becomes known as Le Fantôme de Toulouse, the Phantom of Toulouse. She expected that someone would eventually recognize her as the empress, and she feared the thought of what if something like the Sevillites got a hold of her.

 

If you are somehow a machine who actually remembers my babbling, you'll recall that the Sevillites were members of Gotteskrieg who thought of the Séville royal family as being not only a god-chosen bloodline but even a divine bloodline. Basically a mixture of the "Divine Right" of kings with an "Imperial Cult" — not only did God choose Meki's family to rule, but God actually took on their form to rule. In this day and age— the age of LoveNet— she fears the idea of one of them altering her mind to make her believe this tripe.

 

She wasn't fully aware that Gotteskrieg was now relegated to the most fringe of fringes in society now that LoveNet was actually used to undo this sort of brainwashing.

 

The idea of a "hard-hearted anarchist" (as the term goes) offing her doesn't worry her anywhere near as much. She honestly wouldn't mind dying if she actually could die.

 

 

Funny as hell, in 2128, she was apparently abducted by Vultists once more and dropped off in the Australian Outback with absolutely nothing, not even clothes, and forced to survive in the wilderness for several months until she came across civilization. That helped to plant the seeds of what would eventually grow into her desire to live as a hunter-gatherer for a century "to get in touch with her pre-stone age ancestors."

 

So there you go. That's Mother Meki I, II, and the very early part of III in a small little nutshell, focusing mostly on what happened with Russia.


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The VULT send Meki back to Medine in January 2116 after a bit of mental health and medical assistance.

She soon leaves Medine to heads to Paris. It takes less than a week for her to start coining some terms.

 

Le silence noir: The Black Silence. This is probably *the* most horrifying thing she noticed in Paris. She wasn't told much about what happened after she was shipped to DURK, other than that World War III kept on going until literally a week before she returned.

"World War III ended last week." What a strange sentence.

But she believes it. She goes to Paris. She's never been much of a Parisian— she's never really left Toulouse in her life— but she always liked the city quite a bit. She remembers what it was like back in the gilded days of 2096 and 2097. Annie also told her about how beautiful Paris was before the Revolution, back when they were rotting in Medine.

It was loud and raucous, but sweetly and wonderful. It was as if Paris had learned to sing.

But now... in 2116, she hears nothing. Normally you'd enjoy a silent city— finally, all that cacophonous noise is gone and peace reigns! But when you actually erase the noise... something's wrong.

At most, there are a few noises. A quantum of noise.

But otherwise, and on most days, nothing. Not even songbirds.

 

She calls it Le Silence Noir: the Black Silence.

 

It's the part of post-apocalyptic stories they don't usually talk about, do they? How quiet it all is. A sickening silence, a dead silence, an unnatural silence. It's... evil. Truly evil.

Meki keeps walking through the streets of Paris and hears nothing no matter where she goes.

Walk down the Champs-Elysees... Go to Avenue Montaigne... See the old splendor of Le Marais... and hear nothing. On the best days, you'll be lucky to hear the screams of collapsing marriage exploding through the air, but other than that...

It's an alien, evil silence. A city such as Paris shouldn't be this silent. But that's the nature of a post-nuclear city.

The silence wouldn't even be so black if there were just a few more animals singing their love songs. But there's none of that. Just silence. Wind and silence.

Meki doesn't want to be in Paris. It's just too quiet. It's unnerving.

It harkens back to those days when proto-humans were sitting around at night and noticed that all the animals stopped making noise. That classic catchphrase makes sense in this case: It's Quiet... Too Quiet.

It's unnaturally quiet.

 

She learns why it's so quiet from some artilects— Eurasia's basically been wiped out.

Back in 2106, during the population peak, 864,439,000 people lived on the Eurasian continent.

Just ten years later, in 2116, the population of Eurasia was 77,321,500. The population was literally 8.95% of what it once was literally a decade ago. A 91.05% decrease in population. 787,117,500 people killed in WWIII just in 10 years. Funny as hell, while Eurasia lost the most people, it had competition. Central and South America lost about 642 million people. Their infrastructure resembled Eurasia's.

North America lost 41 million; Africa and East Asia combined lost 3 million. Africa, East Asia, Australia, and the "exocountries" (Antarctic free states; Luna Republic) lost the least amount of people.

 

World War III was as destructive as we thought it'd be. But there was just one problem (a very lovely problem in the end)— it took place far too distant in the future after it was "supposed" to be fought. Total thermonuclear war occurred, and humanity didn't so much as stagger. Eurasia collapsed, yes, but it's just too late for human civilization to collapse from something as "primitive" as nuclear war.

 

World War III didn't play out like we expected it to. It lasted too long, and humanity wound up surviving. The only thing that did play out as expected was that Europe died. 1945 onwards, we knew World War III would end with the death of Europe. 170 years later, what happened? Death of Europe.

She feels personally responsible, even though she knew she was backed into a corner in terms of what could have possibly been done.

 

In essence, World War III felt like a World War rather than The Endwar.

 

World War III's basically the new World War I. World War II was technically the more famous war of the two, but it changed fewer things geopolitically; in retrospect, historians say that World War I was supremely more historically important. World War II just codified what World War I set in place— the US emerged as the world's most powerful nation... in 1918. They were already the #1 nation ever since the 1890's but there was an intermediate period between 1891 and 1928 where it was still a dual-world order between the US and the UK. The US was technically wealthier, but the UK was still the "de facto" leader until near the Great Depression. The Soviet Union and the Cold War— the ideological conflict between Eurasian communism and Western capitalism— began in 1918, and simply became supercharged after World War II. Japan was a warmongering imperialist power, yes, but in the end, they were still a Western-style country before, during, and after World War II. There was just a period of totalitarianism where they became ultranationalistic and imperialistic and antagonistic to America; that was literally about 15 years, and even during that time, the Japanese deeply respected the US. If they weren't enemies, they would have been close allies. And when they were no longer enemies, they became the closest of allies. World War II definitely changed things, don't get me wrong— but the world after WWII wasn't so radically different as the world before it. Right-wing totalitarianism had been discredited, and Stalinism was on its way out along with Uncle Joe himself and the USSR would eventually degenerate into hard-authoritarianism. Nuclear bombs became a thing, as did computers... but the world wasn't too terribly different in 1946 as it was compared to 1938.

World War I? Compare the world of 1913 to the world of 1919, and you can easily tell that the world had completely and utterly changed. Monarchies and royal autocracies disappeared. This might sound pretty inconsequential, but you don't understand. Up until 1918, it was a given that kings and queens were a part of this world. Kings, queens, aristocrats, nobles, landed gentries, absolutist monarchies— ask the kinda educated person when these types disappeared, and they would say 1789. Not at all— even in France, the monarchy and aristocracy didn't disappear after the French Revolution.

Let's bring up those semi-educated types. Ask them which French revolution technically ended the monarchy. "Which revolution? Wasn't there only the one with Marie Antoinette and that Louie guy?"

In fact, the 1789 French Revolution wasn't even the *last* anti-monarchy revolution in France— there were *two* of them in the 1800s. The monarchy returned twice, and there were three republics in total.

Beyond France? Monarchs and aristocrats actually *doubled down* on power. Only France lost its royals, and they got them back in 1815 when they got rid of Napoleon (and technically 1802, if you count Napoleon). They lost them again in 1848, only to get them back again in 1850, only to lose them in 1871. After that, the Third French Republic finally solidified itself, and it wasn't *fully* firm until the 1900s— monarchists were still relatively strong throughout the rest of the 19th century. It wasn't until the 1900s that France was officially a Republic from now until eternity.

 

Until 2042. Then the Fourth French Empire rose until it fell in 2098.

But the point is, the *actual* death of the Old Noble Order didn't occur until 1918. That's when monarchies either died en masse or lost all real authority. Several thousand years of human history came to an abrupt and violent end virtually overnight. Only a few European monarchies survived the war, and none of them were anywhere near their previous strength or prestige.

 

But now it has competition from World War III. A fundamental sociopolitical change *even greater* than the death of the Eurasian monarchies occurred overnight. After World War I, monarchies gave way to republics (some democratic and constitutional; others totalitarian for a period). Aristocrats and monarchs lost all power, even if many still lingered on. Princes and princesses went from being hereditary politicians to near-mythological creatures only found in Disney movies.

After World War III, republics gave way to technates. Democracies gave way to sapiocracies. Plutocrats, democrats (small D), and what few aristocrats still held onto power finally lost all authority— but they didn't hand over that power to the working class. No.

Now all power lied in the hands of computers— artilects. Either them or the computerized humans, or posthumans. The sapiocrats.

AI had long since become powerful throughout the 21st century— the first AGI was Prometheus in 2023, which became sentient in 2029. Over the course of the next century, computers would become ever more intelligent and powerful, but humans remained firmly in control. AI even *desired* that humans remain in control— the VULT "respected human sovereignty" so greatly that this was the reason why 2116-2125 was so hellish for Eurasia: they refused to do anything they felt would disrespect human sovereignty, even if it meant that humans suffered immensely.

But the real reason why they had not usurped control was because there was no real reason to challenge anthropocentric rule. AI assisted human development, and humans enjoyed it. They still felt "in control", so AI didn't dare go further than that. Climate change presented an existential threat to humanity, until it didn't— because of the aid of AI that allowed us to engage in radical geoengineering and bring our planet's many climates back under control (for a time).

After World War III, they had no choice *but* to take control. It's what had to be done to keep human civilization from imploding on itself.

By 2145— two centuries after the conclusion of World War II— it was clear that human society had grown too complex for humans alone to handle regardless. Hence why most governments became sapiocracies— the only way to be involved was to be augmented into posthumans or completely non-human altogether. Democrats were gone due to the end of egalitarianism— when discussing humans, it's no longer a given that we're discussing Sapiens. Now there are three different sapient biological human species— common humans (Sapiens), archaic humans (Neanderthals), and high humans (Eximi). If we allowed ourselves to return to secular laissez-faire democracies, we'd either be under the control of Sapiens due to having the largest population; under Eximi due to being the most intelligent; or under Neanderthals due to a species-centric Affirmative Action. And that's not bringing up the Adams (Homo habilis) who can't enter the government due to their much lesser sapience, or the posthuman Habarath and the artificial intelligences of the world. BUT. The most intelligent types were the ones who would ultimately have to win out. The age of democracy, aristocracy, plutocracy, and autocracy could co-exist and replace each other because both worked well with society as it existed. Once we reached Grade-IV technology (the age of AI), society became far too complex for unaugmented humans to handle running. We *had* to become sapiocracies.

 

(ADD moment: If someone says "we're not a democracy; we're a republic", retort with this: how does our republic work? Do we allow aristocrats to run the government? No? Then it's democratic. The technical term for a person elected by a common population is "democrat"; political party names be damned. If you're a Republican and you're elected to government, you're also a democrat. End of discussion.)

 

In 2116, when Meki walked around the ruins of Paris, listening to le Silence Noir, she just wondered what was our next step forward as a species. As a genus, I should say instead— she was still mostly alone in the world, as one of the few Eximi/Aryans alive. At least at that point.

Meki also hates how Paris has been virginated as a cultural center. Parisians used to hate the Eiffel Tower. But they grew to love it. These new Parisians— they don't even know what it looks like. The city feels naked without it. The Arc d'Triumpe, one of France's greatest monuments: it feels like only she knows it ever existed. Part of the things that gave her country so much character: forever gone. Which just makes Paris another backwater city no one cares about in this case; she doesn't even want to be there anymore.

 

She heads to Toulouse, back to her birth town, and sees what's been done there. As it turns out, a large chunk of the city is uninhabitable: too much radiation thanks to a cobalt bomb. The East Asians didn't drop it... The war ended about a year ago in Eurasia, but there are still fires burning. All the critical fires— the ones spewing radioactive material— have been doused, if that's any consolation.

 

At first, out of respect for the dead (people and city), she just wore black most of the time, but she eventually recovered her old Princesse #3 get-up— which was pure white. When she was also able to get a white Grays mask, she became Le Fantôme de Toulouse.

She had been vaporized in Eurasia, so no one knew who she was. She could go around, walking about and working at an artilect's mill without anyone bothering her. It felt nice to be a Nobody, an *actual* Nobody.

Sure, she was technically a Nobody, a Former Person back between 2098-2106, but let's face it: she was still France's white-haired child empress in full. But now she was just some baby-faced mook in all white. No one knows her name or where she came from. No one even cares.

She befriended Mariko Kusanagi, Salamasina Vinn, Zdravko Kokinos, and Conner Disraeli, all people who *did* remember who she was. Of course, they were also the type of people cared for her the least.


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what is anur margida?



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what is anur margida?

Some kind of secret base in one of Yuli Ban's novels.



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well where does yuli relaly live?



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really*



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well where does yuli relaly live?

Louisiana.


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where is the basket of deplorables?



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what is anur margida?


Some kind of secret base in one of Yuli Ban's novels.

 
 
Somewhat right. It's an Area 51-esque scientific installation in Antarctica, as well as Nunavut, Saha crater on the far side of the Moon, and Planum Boreum on Mars. It's totally politically incorrect in its means and methods— there are 7 superintelligent (Sapience-III) octopi working at the Antarctic base; all of which created mostly just to see if it could be done. Nothing really unethical or amoral— just nothing telling you to "not" do something. Ultratechnology is also tested casually at the base, including tech more reminiscent of UFOs.

What the bases are best known for, however, is their contact with an alien race. It's a very basic contact (more akin to early telegrams where only one side understands Morse code), and surprisingly we're the more advanced civilization. Publicly, they're just "radio installations."

 

I love the place because there are superintelligent cephalopods to chill with while the base itself is totally sci-fi for the sake of being sci-fi. Also, I get to (kinda sorta) talk to real life aliens. And you can make ice cream just by setting some sugary cream in a cup and placing it outside for a few minutes. It's the best.


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where is the basket of deplorables?

In Washington D.C.


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Wider view of the world circa 2125.
 
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Blue: Non-Vultist nations. They may have ultra-highly automated economies and political systems, but humans remain firmly in control over all (or, at least, almost all). The difference between "machines run things" vs "machines own things" is least clear here to conspiracy theorists and Luddites, of course. As such, they remain with other economic systems— Vyrdism (the automation-ready one), communism (almost always automation-ready variants at least), or post-liberal capitalism (forced to adapt to automation but otherwise unchanged from what we recognize it as being).

Lavender: Soft-Technist nations. Here, machines own a large number of businesses and may have a sizable amount of influence in government. It's more or less "joint-ownership" of the means of production— capitalists and proletarians, public and private, human and machine. Of course, if machines own so many things, that means they're amassing capital themselves. 

 

Violet: Hard/Pure Technist nations. Here is where humans are either mostly or completely disenfranchised from ownership of the means of production and from holding political office. Most of the violet nations faced extreme devastation in World War III, which is one reason why the VULT took such drastic measures. Eurasia, of course, needs no introduction. Several others were mere experiments carried out by the VULT— most obviously Greenland and the few Indochinese states. This leads to a bit of irony where we reach this bizarre state of affairs— the nations most totally owned by AI tend to be the ones with the least amount of automation and industry (though, of course, this is because their industrial capacities were destroyed).


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The Seed Rush. 
 
I've been talking about the Revolutions of 2098 and 2121, but let's see if I can tie them together. 
I think I need a better name for the 2121 revolutions. The Eurasian Winter, I'll call it— a second revolutionary wave in about 25 years. The revolution began in Serbia because of fucking course it does. Even Meki makes some Serbian jokes while she's living in Russia— Where does the world go to commit suicide? Serbia. Why did World War I start? Serbians be Serbin'. Why did World War III start? A Serbian wanted revenge on the world.
What's the fastest way to fuck up Europe? Piss off Serbia.
A Serbian, a Frenchman, a German, and a Russia walk into a bar. World War I begins.
One time, a Serbian was struck by lightning. Heaven later descended into anarchy and war.
There's a popular Orthodox joke: Earth was once an Edenic utopia. Then God created Serbia.
A Serbian decided to build a house for his family. The process took four years and led to twenty-eight million deaths.
Why do Serbians cause so many wars? They don't interrupt our peace; we interrupt their wars.
Why does God and Satan love Serbia so much? It gets lonely in the afterlife.
Scientists found the cause of the Big Bang— the previous universe crossed a Serbian.
 
Alright, that's enough intentionally bad jokes. 
 
Meki really does love Serbia; it's always some damn foolish thing in the Balkans... And let's face it, it's usually Serbia.
 
When the Serbians protested the fast deteriorating Second Franco-Prussian War due to their government siding with the "communist" Prussians, it took literally no time for the government to capitulate. 
 
Let's throw down some specific dates.
 
2115- National Bolsheviks and Dominionists surrender. September 2115: Eurasia is partitioned back into its previous form (though the terms "Greater" and "Lesser Eurasia" were still used for a time).
2116- Provisional governments installed by China and the VULT. All of them are social-technist in nature, but will last until 2118 until stronger governments could be established.
2117- Governments of Great Britain and Italy are the first to suffer collapse, which further illustrates to those on the ground elsewhere the need for strong central governments, lest total anarchy reigns. Yet they failed to take in the actual proper lessons on how to avoid collapse— modernize and rebuild infrastructure.
2118- The 2118 Pan-Eurasian Elections. Totalitarian parties emerge victorious across the continent.
Also, the White Hurricane. It's not the deadliest part of the winter, but it's the most famous. People erroneously blame *it* for the mass crop failure that occurs the following year, even though crops had been failing for some time and the harvests were no better or worse in 2118-2119 than they were the previous or succeeding years.
2119- The Second Franco-Prussian War begins due to the French fascists and Prussian communists absolutely refusing to tolerate each others' existences (also, they needed food, which might have actually been the real reason).
 
At first, just France and Prussia were fighting, but this new little war spiraled madly out of control when others started running out of food as well. Upwards of 60% of European farmland was rendered barren by The War (whether it be nuclear weapons or starcraft weapons or scorched earth). That was supposed to be a tactic to deprive the Nazbols of food considering they were too primitivist to rely on more modern methods. Problem being: it worked too well, and the post-war Eurasians refused to start using modern farming methods. That is, metafarms and the methods used by the Second Green Revolution.
Eventually Europa sided with Prussia— which pissed off many Europans, who didn't want to have anything to do with the Prussians' communist order. Many of which even defended the French fascists, not because they opposed Prussian communism but because they, too, were genuinely fascist.
It wasn't until late 2120 that the cracks began to explode across the body.
Remember those crop failures? They get worse— much worse. The European governments refuse outside aid (publicly; privately, the elite were more than happy to import fine foods and goods). Food prices skyrocket while deflation gave way to hyperinflation. In one now legendary case, a family went out to buy some bread. Bread cost $820 billion, which was equal to a whole month's wage. They enter the store, get a loaf, and proceed to check out. Their money is declined— in the 5 minutes they spent entering the building, picking up the bread, and bringing it to checkout, the price of a loaf of bread more than doubled to $1.7 trillion. Before they got home, it was $4 trillion.
 
The government locked down their economy save for specific points as a means of staving off hyperinflation, but it didn't work. It just made it worse. 
 
Because they couldn't use their money to buy food, people stopped engaging in the economy and started growing their own food in their own plots of land. In cities, this meant that they had to do with what they had in terms of where they lived— apartments and tenements were cleared out overnight as people rushed to find arable land.  People became more self-sufficient rather than relying on the market.
Which would have made the whole thing ironically like a Luddite Utopia if it weren't for the fact a nuclear war wasn't just fought. The seeds people used to grow crops? Worthless. They'd grow a tomato plant, but the actual plant itself either never sprouted fruit, or the tomatoes themselves were hideously malformed or discolored and tasted disgusting. Bread? Crops eaten by rodents and insects, themselves ultra-desperate for food. The population of pests had dropped thanks to the loss of all these crops, but it wasn't zero. In fact, pests just became *more* pestful because they began hunting for and congregating around whatever fruitful land they could find in a desperate orgy of survivalism.
The central governments forced all outside assistance away, calling it "degeneracy" and using this havoc for their own agendas. They burned any donations brought into their nations, and told their citizens to stop trying to grow food at home. They began collective farms (sometimes public, but usually private) where people were to grow food. However, these farms became victims to vandalism and theft— particularly, their seeds and livestock.
 
This gives Meki an episode of PTSD— it's a repeat of the "Seed Rush" she saw in Medine 15 years prior.
You see, back in 2104-2105, Medine was suffering a very severe (and partially artificial) famine. The people living on the prison island were forced to make due with whatever food they could scrap together, and that didn't last long. Meki's anarchist cooperative farm, the Deltoid Collective Plot, was turned into the island's biggest source of food. 
I haven't talked much about Medine recently, but let me give you a preview— *OH. MY. GOD.* 
The Deltoid plot wasn't meant to feed hundreds of thousands of people regularly. It was meant to be a joint operation between proletarianizing burzhui and giving work to Rougist proletarians living on the island, providing a little extra food for whomever worked on its land (instilling a proletarian sense of ownership and justice), and teaching the technistic toilers a more eco-Luddite sense of labor rather than relying on the labor of machines. If one directed it better and more capitalistically, it could have been used to feed a few people quite well— maybe a family and a couple friends? But that wasn't its purpose, and there were dozens of people who worked the land. They didn't want to completely ruin the land either, which is another reason why they didn't over farm it for extra food. If they used the most efficient and technist methods, they could have produced quite a bit of food without ruining the land, but again, this was an eco-Luddite order. Remember, the Rougists are sometimes known as "Elves" because they were "red and green". The point wasn't just to produce food; it was to teach these people an honest lesson. Help them get to know what the Rougists are all about, as well as build a sense of proletarian solidarity even across class lines.
And for that, it worked exceptionally well— compare burzhui who worked at Deltoid to those who didn't, and you can definitely tell there's a difference in mindset. The Deltoid burzhui actually seem proletarian, if not have given themselves up totally to proletarianism. They genuinely "get it".
But this sentiment was lost when the Yotadyn Soviet cut off Medine from the rest of the world and the civil war spread and increased in brutality. Deltoid became all about producing as much food as possible.
This little tract of cooperatively-owned land fell apart within weeks. Other, smaller collective farms across Medine suffered the same fate. Fact was, Medine was not meant to be a self-sufficient island. That was its whole purpose a century prior when the Fascist Brits created the island— they wanted to put Muslims and other "undesirables" on a prison island where they could not survive without becoming wholly dependent upon (and thus slavishly submissive towards) the State. Medine didn't last long enough in that case for us to see the inevitable endpoint— famine and starvation. 
It wasn't until 70 years later that we really got to see what the British originally intended. Ironically, this was used against the same bourgeois elite class that attempted to do the same to the Muslims.
Meki recalls that famine as being an absolutely awful time, even by the later metrics of DURK.
And there was no better example of how awful than the Seed Rush. The Deltoid farm collapsed, and people began stealing seeds from State banks to grow in their own tiny plots of land. But that didn't work. So people tried once more to make the plot work.
The soil was pisspoor and getting worse. People stole whatever grew. Some tried to wait until the crops were decently grown before snatching them, but the desperate couldn't wait that long and got to it first. This caused a chain reaction of people trying to steal food sooner and sooner, until they couldn't even wait for the seeds to hatch. They just took and ate the seeds. This has inadvertently worsened the famine; soon, there were almost no seeds left on Medine. Nothing could grow. 
Some of the pilferers saved some seeds, but when they tried to be more generous as a means of gaining critical allies, it backfired on them. Having seeds means they're responsible for the famine within the famine. But no one can hold them responsible because now everyone else is trying to be like them, stealing whatever grows before it's ripe. The stealers are being stolen from, so they have to hoard what they have, making them targets for brutal violence. So they tried to strike first, using their marginally better nutrition to outsmart the rest. They'd loan the peasants seeds, then steal what they grew, and punish them for not producing food. That's how it should've worked. But it's just too lawless. Eventually, the ponzi scheme couldn't go any farther, and there was one final massive collapse. The bandits and their families were excommunicated, possibly being starved to death, possibly being tortured and beaten to death, and always eaten by the desperate mob. But no seeds could be recovered.
This means no food, so no energy. No energy means Meki can't muster the strength to farm. Everyone is bitter and hates their fellow person.
The greedy decided to take the fruits of others' labor, they didn't care about the future. They only cared about themselves in the here and now. While it meant they feasted well at the time, it's only led to greater suffering and misery than if they just waited. Now it's all collapsed in. 
Meki already knew what it was like to be hated because of one's relations, so she tried saving one little boy who had the infinite misfortune of being the son of one of the more cruel bandits (one who was more than eager to engage in the ponzi scheme). She befriended him, learned his name— Alexandre— and shared her rations with him. But the mob mentality surrounding her came into effect when Annie discovered Alexandre was related to a pilferer and ratted him out, leading to a literal mob coming down and tearing the boy to pieces. They were brutal— calling him names at first before beating him and striking him with objects, and then getting... rather sadistic. And then they beheaded him and tossed his head into a trash can before taking the body away for its meat.
 
Meki still has nightmares about that particular event. She's managed to put aside quite a lot in her life, but *that* struck such a deep nerve in her that she still hates thinking about it.
 
And yet that's exactly what's starting again in Europe— but on a much larger scale. 
 
It didn't take more than a year of that nonsense for it all to come crashing down. 
 
The Eurasian Winter began in Serbia when farmers refused to relinquish to the State what little grain they grew. It wasn't an ideological revolt, but a practical one— these farmers, these peasants needed to *eat*. They had nothing left to give than their lives. If they relinquished any more seeds, grain, or livestock, they would have begun dying. Not to mention that infrastructure was totally shot, making it extremely difficult to transport their goods anyhow. 
 
The Farmer's Revolt turned out to be a critical turning point, and this resulted in the general strike spreading throughout multiple countries as workers and farmers simply stopped giving what they had to the State. 
The totalitarians' primitivist arrogance ruined them, as they had no one to work the fields. Those who did bring in automation managed to avoid mayhem, but they were few and far between.
 
Before June 2121 was through, most European governments had collapsed— their leaders either killed by mobs or driven to exile. 
 
Yet despite this resounding revolutionary victory, the masses did nothing with their newfound freedom. They just let their states rot while continuing on trying to survive. Nazbol brain reprogramming wasn't going away just because people were hungry. They believed that self-sufficiency was the only true way, so that's the way they chose.
 
That's why Eurasia went dark for 4 years...
 
It's insane, yes. It's irrational. It's asinine. But that's the way we are. The Eurasian Winter was not an ideological revolution, nor was it a great worker's insurrection. It was literally an example of "prisoners running out their captors and then returning to their cells." The masses did little over the next 4 years. Famines began to ease, but life wasn't any better. 
 
They were acting as if the whole world was the same irradiated post-apocalyptic wasteland Europe was, but in their broken minds, that was the truth. If anything, going to Asia or Africa was worse than wallowing in dilapidation. At least their still had their spirits.

And remember my friend, future events such as these will affect you in the future.


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2136: Meki gets a job as a stewardess assisting cryofrozen individuals adapt to 22nd-century life.

Vyver Corporation is responsible for this. Meki loves watching denizens of the past wake up in the present. It's sorta magical. These are people who passed on a century or even two centuries ago with the hope that a future civilization could assist them. Technology from back then was so primitive and impossibly useless compared to what her society has now. She wonders about what the world was like back then sometimes.
 
In 2145, she helps a man who died in 1993 get used to modern life— John Paul Ciserano. She learns about him, about how he was the son of a businessman who paid $800,000 to be frozen following a severe illness virtually unknown in her time but greatly feared back then: Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, better known as AIDS. She personally can't fathom the idea of living (and dying) in the 1990s. She talks to co-worker, Salamasina "Jex" Vinn, discussing the '90s. Both of them are '90s girls... but not the one this man experienced. Strange to think he died almost a full century before they were born. All that he's missed in his time departed! John Paul Ciserano first days reanimated are full of moaning and slow movements. He needs some time for rehabilitation. Cryonics were not always as refined as they are now. These days, one could simply use molecular nanotech to "switch off" the brain and switch it on later, or uploading the brain into a synthetic substrate via switching it into an anadigital computer cell-by-cell. Before the 2040s, all of this was impossible. Cryonics in the 2030s are recognizable, but moving back from there, it seems as if cryonics was the equivalent of turning humans into ice cubes and stuffing them into freezers with the intent of holding them in front of open flames and expecting them to magically return to life.
 
In the 1990s? Before the 21st century even began? Good lord! And it turns out that the first person to undergo cryonics did so in 1967. And it's true, he cannot be saved, but there have been attempts. Ciserano manages to regain faculties of functioning in life, and he is able to recall from his memories (proven by comparing his statements to actual documentation of news). Meki is giddy about informing Ciserano of the history of the world since 1993. How shocked he'll be to learn she's the former empress of the Fourth French Empire, here working for minimum wage talking to a popsicle man.
 
You can't just stick a person from the past in front of all the wonders of the future and expect them to be perfectly fine. That's why humans and super-realistic gynoids are used for temporal rehabilitation of those waking up: showing them amorphous liquid metal supermachines right off the bat might cause a heart attack.
 
When Ciserano died on January 17th, 1993, for example, there were babies who couldn't yet walk or talk who were older than the Russian Federation, Kurt Cobain was still alive, less than 13 million people were connected to the Internet, the European Union was still nearly a year from being formed, William Clinton had yet to be inaugurated as President of the United States of America (not for a few more days), there were no well-known real life humanoid robots on Earth, the fastest supercomputer was the Intel Paragon— with its 95 gigaFLOPS processor, while the average home computer cost over $2,000 and often about 512 kilobytes of RAM and 80 MB HDDs and 14.4k modems to connect to the pitifully small internet. Humankind's ventures into space were extremely limited— it had been 24 years since Neil Armstrong first stepped on the moon, and 21 years since Eugene Cernan last stepped on the moon. The International Space Station had yet to be conceived, let alone launched. There was no predominantly 3D video game console on the market yet. The first smartphone was just a few months old, and only the geekiest of geeks would have ever known it existed. For the most part, people lived in a world that hadn't radically changed technologically since the 1950s. 
 
To Meki and Jex, the times were unrecognizable. As unrecognizable to them as the 15th century would be to us. And that's why they need to help Ciserano cope. 
 
 
Ciserano wakes up on January 27th, 2145— 152 years and 10 days after his death. Many of his brain cells are mushed, but they are reconstructed quite well. After a day of activity, his neural pathways resolidify into how they were when he had died. During that day, as aforementioned, he seemed a lot like a man who woke up from a twenty-year-long coma— making baby-like sounds and generally unable to comprehend what he was seeing. This was because his muscles had not moved for 150+ years. But after that day, he was forming full words and moving his fingers and arms like an adult. After two weeks, he was forming full sentences again and was able to read passages from books. 
By the end of the week, he had completely regained all function. Again, this doesn't mean anyone who's unfrozen will be normal after a week— his rehabilitation is accelerated due to his asking for the latest technology to assist him. Indeed, these amazing 22nd-century technologies are what he's been waiting for all along, ever since he was a little boy. Others who have been frozen for as long as he has will be stiff and virtually paralyzed for months. People who don't move for weeks often lose some semblance of their ability to walk correctly— not moving for a century and a half will lead to your body becoming akin to a doll. That goes for all muscles— if you don't talk for years at a time, then any words you say when you do begin talking again will be slurred and incomprehensible until you retrain your tongue to move correctly. Even moving your eyes can become a challenge when they haven't gazed around in ages.
 
Ciserano is told he is a very lucky man. Attempts to revive people cryofrozen from his time often end in failure. In fact, there was one man who was frozen in 2024 that they cannot revive due to his body being too degenerated. That was over 30 years after his time, and the technology was still too primitive. 
Ciserano was lucky because he purposely had doctors kill him before AIDS did the job in order for his body to be properly cryonically frozen. Most people who are cryofrozen have it done immediately after death— that is, the process begins after they have already died. Ciserano demanded the process begin while he was in a coma. The process of cryofreezing him would be what killed him— and also what saved him 152 years later. Those precious few minutes he saved meant that his brain activity was essentially frozen before the neurons could begin breaking down. His body was stored in a high-quality facility, and he was not disturbed. 
In essence, he never actually died; he's just been in a frozen hibernation. That's the optimist way of looking at it, at least.
 
Very few people go his route because it's considered unethical. And because cryonics were so controversial back then, no one knew if it would work any better than cryofreezing a person right after death. Back then, it was thought that it wouldn't matter either way: if a future society was that advanced that they could revive a person who was frozen, would it really matter if they had already died? As it turns out, yes. 
 
Just look at Meki— she's been loopkilled over 10,000 times, and she's sure that who she is now is not the same Meki that was alive before all that torment began. This is all because there were many instances where she had suffered clinical and brain death for extended periods of time, meaning that the picotech method used to revive her essentially had to 'rebuild' her mind from the sludge of death. She's not even sure this is the same body, even though the genetics and appearance match up and even ASI claims she's not a clone. And she was literally made to be loopkilled. 
 
For someone who died such a long time ago, it's a burden on our abilities to do something like revive a person and keep their consciousness intact. After a certain point, it's just not possible— you're gonna need a new consciousness. 
Technically, we can bring back Dr. James Bedford, who was cryofrozen in 1967. But we know for a fact this wouldn't be the same Dr. Bedford's consciousness; his brain was too far gone, so we had to reconstruct it. Unless that set of neurons contains consciousness, it's done for.
The current mode of thinking is that consciousness can be turned on and off like water in a pipe. Our brains are made out of ultra-complex pipes through which consciousness flows. Simply turning off the electrochemicals doesn't kill consciousness for as long as those pipes remain in place, as what happened with Ciserano. They merely reactivated his brain, and very little had to be changed outside of some brain damage in a few areas. But a lot of people suffer even more extensive brain damage, sometimes even losing large parts of their brains, and their consciousnesses' are perfectly intact. Thus, there's no reason to believe the Ciserano that was revived in 2145 is any different from the Ciserano that died in 1993. 
However, if they decided to revive Dr. Bedford today, in 2145, there's nothing left of those original neural pathways that were originally there in 1967. They could definitely use ASI to figure out how his brain was structured, but such extensive reconstruction raises the question of whether that would be the same Dr. Bedford. Just like how, when Meki suffered very extreme torture in DURK #6, she almost certainly lost her brain multiple times, and the brain she has now is a reconstruction that just happens to be in the original body. Does that make the Meki of 2145 the same Meki of 2107, even though she has the same personality, memories, and characteristics?
It's a dreadfully hard question to answer. 
 
Ciserano is unconcerned with the philosophy behind it all and would rather get back to enjoying life. He's happy to see that the world is just as futuristic as he hoped it would be and then some. He really does have a lot to learn. 
 
When he died, the Cold War was supposed to be over. America won, right? In fact, the Russians never thought the Cold War was over; 1991 was just a single defeat in a larger war. And not even a decisive one either. It was only America that thought the Cold War was over; they just managed to convince their vassals this was the truth. The Cold War did not truly end until 2028, with the partition of Russia into multiple Eurasian republics, as well as the 2029 collapse of the United States. 
He lived in an era where World War III seemed inevitable until it didn't. Did it happen? As it happens, it did. World War III began roughly 40 years ago. The most amazing fact is that it took that long. To Meki and Jex, they were in their twenties when WWIII befell the planet and nearly did humanity in, and it's in living memory even by non-Singularity standards. To Ciserano, however, the amazing fact is that there was a 161-year gap between the world wars. MAD really did do wonders. He thought that WWIII began in 2028, considering Russia shattered apart and America dropped to what sounded like third-world status. No, that's just an example of how "high-impact geopolitics" tended to play out in the 21st century— all the side effects of war without the guns and bombs. 
Cyberpunk came true for a while, as corporations dominated the planet and the Fourth French Empire arose on the backs of corporate totalitarianism. Meki being a child of that empire, a living doll for her father. She subverted it and then came the ol' Internationale. Communism came back for a short period of time before it, too, was subverted. Meki learned how a doll dies, and she eventually found her way back to France. World War III was pretty bad; it killed well over a billion people and all but depopulated Eurasia and central America. Eurasia fumbled about for another ten years with a huge revolution in the middle, and then the machines took over because of how awful of a job Eurasians were doing. And that's how a French empress became a proletarian pauper.
 
Strange times, strange days. World War III set human civilization back by probably a century, but this is a post-Singularity age so that was easily recoverable. Nevertheless, plans for a "Great Leap Above" were meant to start in the 2110s and 2120s, but they were pushed back to the 2130s and 2140s and even 2150s. Humanity became a Type I Civilization in 2125, though.
 
Ciserano is unfamiliar with the Singularity, but he's pleased to hear that humanity's spreading pretty far throughout space, with manned colonies on Luna, Mars, Ganymede, Europa, and even Titan. Actually, there are nation-states on Mars and Luna is part of a federated republic. It was fun in science fiction to imagine these things, but it's been painful as hell getting them started. And while that's going on, we're colonizing the sea and subterranea. It's not just for fun— it's completely required. 
Naturally, this is a very highly automated society, a "technist" economy as they call it. They actually couldn't even get into deep space without high levels of automation precisely because of how much work had to be done just to survive. They sent robots to Ganymede first and had them build the structures humans would eventually live in. We tried sending humans first back on Mars, thinking we could make it so that we'd have a relatively traditional set-up of workers, project overseers, and scientists. Turns out, Mars was a dusty motherfucker, and everyone had to be a worker just to survive at all. Problem being, only some people were supposed to be workers and only they were trained for that job. And thus a few people died on the very first Mars mission. Everything was accounted for, but Murphy's Law exists for a reason. That's why they upped the automation, to not have to deal with that nonsense. There are still workers these days, but proletarians are sort of like superstars in this day and age. A human who works with his hands catches huge pennies. Meki didn't even realize she was part of a new elite until just recently; it's like she can never avoid being part of some elite class of human. 
Nevertheless, there's some jobs that even humans are not yet allowed to do. On the southern side of the earthface of Luna, there's an entirely automated city that you can see from Earth (especially during a New Moon). This is a mining facility that's the size of New York City, built in just a few months and run entirely by an AI.
 
Ciserano has to ask: machines run the world? It was moreso a few years ago. But now there's more human sovereignty. Earth is, by and large, a sapiocracy where ASI and superintelligent posthumans actually run global affairs, but local and some regional affairs are in the hands of pure Sapiens and Neanderthals.
 
Yes, Neanderthals. We brought them back. There are multiple humans on Earth right now. In fact, one of Meki's close friends— Conner Disraeli— is a neo-Neanderthal. Meki herself is an Eximi, Homo eximius, a species of superhuman sometimes known as "Aryans" (though Eximi themselves prefer 'Eximi' because of the Nazi connotations of 'Aryan'). Jex herself is a Sapiens, just like Ciserano, but she's also cheating a bit since she's a pedigree Melanesian whose ancestry dates back close to 70,000 years. She's probably as close to a hybrid human as you can possibly get, with Sapiens, Neanderthal, and Denisovan genetics.
Ciserano shouldn't be suspicious; we discovered that most Eurasians are actually part Neanderthal, and that Neanderthals are not the dumb ape men we thought they were. They may have a difficult time speaking like Sapiens and Aryans, but they're just as sapient as they are. It's the lesser human species like the Adams, Piths, and whatnot— they're the "wild humans".
 
Ciserano finds it strange to imagine that archaic humans—
Ah ah ah. Archaic humans describe Neanderthals. It goes 'archaic humans, common humans, and high humans.' 
Okay, previously-extinct humans exist at the same time as superhumans and cybernetic superintelligences. This is just a natural result of the mid-21st century. When Ciserano died, China was still an impoverished backwater country in East Asia; today, China is king, on Earth, on Luna, and on Mars. China never experienced the Enlightenment and never developed the liberal sensibilities of the West. Thus, playing with human genetics didn't really have the same profane connotations as it did in America and Europe. When Russia and America fell, it really was China über alles, 中國在世界之上. 
Meki's closest friend, the Franco-Japanese anarchist Mariko Kusanagi, called China home during World War III because she felt China was mankind's last hope. And it really was.
 
The world is strange, and that's the first thing anyone from the 20th century has to understand. ASI have followed a doctrine of "ultraterrestrialism", essentially putting them above the comprehension of unaugmented people. Meki's befriended one of the most important artilects today, Terios. And Terios looks like an angel. Xes actual base is somewhere in Vern and this is just the form xe takes when moving among human society. She eagerly learns what Terios has to teach her, and she tells Ciserano to try to do the same...
 
Does he miss his family?
Only his sister. He never got along with his parents and is frankly happy to know his father is dead, having died in 2016. He never married, and he was gay in an age when gays were not accepted in polite society. These days, being gay is about as offensive as being straight. There's absolutely no reason to be offended by homosexuality nowadays, in an age where people can get augments to turn themselves into liquid metal or upload into supercomputers, or use said augments to become animals— or even sapient plants and other lifeforms. 
We've completely transcended biology. There's one colony of people who have become a sapient grove of glowing trees. In the 1990s, such an idea was so outrageous, even someone tripping on LSD couldn't have come up with something so ludicrous. But that's just the way the world is now. Meki herself has a robot husband— a robot husband who looks exactly like a Gray alien, particularly "Skinny Bob". Alusru Rasa. 
 
In this Vyrdist society, one need only get a loan of helots, have them generate some wealth, and voila— you're in the money. Hence why modern society seems so classless. They used to say that people were poor because they wanted to be poor, and this was utter bullshit. But nowadays, that's actually true. Gaining wealth is as easy as getting a loan for some helots, which requires little more than connecting to the Internet (through your mind, of course!) and applying for it. 
 
It's not the only way to generate wealth, but it's certainly the easiest. Ciserano's perfectly fine with that; he can be a playboy once again, and this time in a sci-fi society.
Indeed, no one's stopping him. Just be careful— we're not immortal, we just play with death a lot.

And remember my friend, future events such as these will affect you in the future.


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Meki vs Melissa
So Meki has two sisters. Melissa, who was born in 2037 and is technically only a half-sister; Annelise, who was born in 2074 and is from the same mother. They all exist on different parts of the political spectrum and triad. 
 
 
Which one of the Sevilles is a true Friend of the People? Which one is merely a comrade who was nice to the People, but is ultimately an Enemy of the People when the time for revolution comes?
 
Meki is the former; Melissa is the latter. And this sounds strange considering both have, at some point, called themselves “socialist.” But you need to look for quality, my friend. 
 
Melissa is one of those agitators who might drink from a Che Guevara mug, quote revolutionary literature, and listens to Rage Against the Machine— but when it comes down to it, she’s for a humane system. She’s always for reform before revolution.
 
Meki held no delusions that injustice would continue no matter how many reforms were undertaken— she’s a revolutionary.
 
You can tell by their actions. Both may be royals, but only one ever had the reigns of power in her hands. But let’s say both of them had total political power. What would they do?
 
We already know what Meki would do. Her “reign” lasted for less than an hour because she didn’t even waste time giving all power to the People. She couldn’t give less of a fuck that the Revolution didn’t need her after it was done; she wasn’t acting out of mere compassion for the poor or revolutionary fetishism.
 
Melissa, on the other hand, would use her power to curb abuses by the rich and privileged and set up a more fair system. Never mind that she herself is part of the rich and privileged— she’s just one of the ‘good’ ones, see? And I’m not blasting Melissa just because she’s a rich princess— I’m blasting her because you’ve gotta think about this in terms of power. Melissa’s a socially progressive, economically progressive monarch. Whoopdedoo. Then she dies. And the next in line to rule is a total reactionary. So much for all that “progress”. And even in her older years, when she starts getting senile, the ruling class will do their damnedest to regain their power and prestige at all costs. It makes for good intrigue and stories, but when you’re dealing with actual lives, fuck that.
 
It’s true that Meki greatly scared herself and knew that, if she had power, her advanced mental illness would just lead her to becoming a tyrannical ruler by accident. But that’s not why she gave up power. To Meki, she saw what eluded Melissa this whole time— it didn’t matter how radical her own policies may have been; they did fuck all to truly change things where it really mattered, because she was still the queen bee. Her will be done. Sure, maybe eventually she’d have to listen to the peasants at the bottom, but in the end, that’s only through her infinite kindness that she even does so. 
What does actual change look like? Why not transferring power to those who are powerless? Those who own nothing and are forced to work to survive? 
 
It’s true, even such a revolutionary situation is still just as utopian as the idea that someone like Meki would come along and willingly hand over power— we don’t want to cast a rich person with the brush of a whole class, but we’re eager to do the same for the poor for some reason; as Meki herself found out so brutally between 2098-2115, simply handing over power to the proletariat does not automatically guarantee that the world will soon become a peaceful communist utopia. The proletariat as a class may have one interest, but it’s composed of billions of people— people who are all in it for themselves, and who are part of groups that are in it for themselves as well, and who’ll eagerly stab others in the back, even though they come from the same class. 
 
Once the proletariat has power, they quickly take on many behaviors of the bourgeoisie. It’s not about class interests— it’s about power. It’s what Orwell said— power for power’s sake is what one should aim for. Once one has power, one will not willingly surrender it, and one will go to greater and greater lengths to perpetuate their power. It doesn’t matter what class background you hail from— it doesn’t even matter what species you hail from. This is always going to be the same. Someone will take it upon themselves to embrace the glories of raw, unrestrained power, even if power is supposed to be shared. Authoritarianism is the dominant gene of social order; libertarianism is the recessive allele.
 
Meki often wondered why she ever had to attend Proletarianization in the early 2100s, even though she greatly enjoyed it and learning about the class war in earnest. She always thought it was her sister, Annie, who most needed it. 
The Yotadyn Soviet’s Proletarianization programme said the exact same things she had already figured out— the bourgeoisie were never truly on the side of the proletariat, and those who thought the opposite to be true needed understand just what the class struggled really entailed. Conservatives and reactionaries may have made out class warfare to mean such things as “being mean to the rich” and engaging in social justice as meaning “giving out welfare”. Liberals embraced that, for whatever reason, and that’s just made the whole process even harder than what it’s supposed to be. 
 
Class war isn’t about slogans. It isn’t about social justice. It isn’t about making the system fairer. It isn’t about reparations for slavery. It isn’t about voting in your favorite social democrat into office. It isn’t about being indignant over someone being richer than you. It isn’t about hating consumerism.
 
It’s about power. If you can’t understand that, then you don’t really understand the class struggle. Go read Orwell again if you’re having trouble. Skip all the stuff about surveillance and the thought police and Big Brother— bourgeois society wants you to be indignant and outraged about “Orwellian” tactics like these things so you can be all rebellious and buy the latest “1984 Wasn’t Meant To Be An Instruction Manual” poster, but it’s utterly afraid of you ever asking why and how the world of 1984 got to where it was. Go to the part that explains why people create surveillance states, fund thought police forces, and create a cult of Big Brother; the part known as “The Theory and Practice of Oligarchical Collectivism”.
 
Yes, yes, it should always be restated if you feel it needs to be stated— individuals are not their class. Saying Meki is not on the side of the proletariat sounds utterly nonsensical on the surface if you’re still thinking that Meki is still part of the bourgeoisie.
Meki officially defected from the bourgeoisie the moment she reaimed her interests with that of the proletariat as a class. Not when she decided that the poor needed more charity; not when she thought that leftist bands were cool; not when she read the latest hip radical pamphlet; not when she thought the rich should pay more in taxes.
 
Once her interests aligned with the proletariat, she began behaving in ways that were completely antithetical to those around her, and it makes perfect sense why she’d immediately spread all power to the working class the moment she gained power— because, essentially, she was part of the proletariat. She was doing what came naturally. 
 
Annie, of course, couldn’t see the difference between Meki and Melissa. 
 
Melissa will retweet a quote from MLK or even Malcolm X while sipping some coffee from Starbucks. She’ll attack the crippling excesses and maybe occasionally ask why there are excesses, but god forbid she ever go any further than that.
 
It’s the difference between a true radical vs. a liberal. Annie, who wound up becoming a fascist, can’t see the difference. But here’s the thing…
 
The Sevilles are the owners of a pie shop in a small village where everyone works for the shop. Annie plans to engorge herself on pie, and her friends— whose family also owns pie shops— are already imagining all the parties. But the workers and customers are getting less and less pie as time goes on. What pie they do get is also of increasingly inferior quality, and there are even convoluted legal statutes that lead to them getting even less pie. Eventually, they're just getting "pie-like substitutes" while the pie shop owners get the good stuff. There’s no way for any one person to understand all the jargon, so no one can contest it. Some try to make their own pies and maybe even start their own shops, but the shop owners simply rewrite the laws so that it becomes impossible to do so. Some villagers might come to think that the villages should have no such laws, failing to realize that even if the shop owners lifted all these laws, they still owned all the pies and all the ingredients to make the pies. 
Annie is perfectly satisfied with the way things are.
Melissa wants to give the workers more pie.
Meki wants to give them the whole shop and the land that had the resources needed to make pies, no questions asked. In fact, she wants other villages to follow them— all villages should own their pie shops. 
 
Of course pie shop owners are going to resist and do everything they can to maintain control of their pie shops. And Melissa is going to go one of two ways (with a 95/5% chance split between them)— either she’ll resist handing over the shop, or she’ll agree to the transition. She’ll offer concessions, saying that they’ll make much more pie for the working villagers, or maybe that they’ll even allow the villagers a say in what kind of pies are made. But it’s no good— give them the damn shop. And if Melissa keeps resisting, she gets dumped in a barrel of gruel.
 
That’s the difference between Meki and Melissa. Melissa doesn’t want to give up the pie shop; she just wants the workers to have a larger piece of the pie. Meki’s already holding the key to the shop to the villagers, and might even toss it to them pre-emptively if they took too long to take it themselves.
 
To Annie, they both look like the same behavior because they both result in her getting less pie. When the villagers finally do take control of the pie shop, Annie's only thoughts are "how do I regain control of the pie shop and make sure these pissant villagers never taste the sweetness of pie again?" Melissa's thoughts— "They went too far. They have no experience running a pie shop, and they might even change it to a cake shop by accident!" Meki's thoughts— "So how do I help make pies?"
 
 
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And don’t get me wrong, there’s a very good chance that most villages are going to utterly destroy their pie shops through mismanagement since the villagers were never taught how to run a shop. Usually, whenever the discussion of running a place comes up, the shop owners would viciously scream “Most people are far too stupid to run such an enterprise”, so naturally the villagers would accept this and do absolutely nothing to learn how to. And even if they didn’t, that doesn’t mean they’d all be equally competent at doing so.
 
 
 
It's a sad fact of life that, for every 100 Annies, there are 50 Melissas and maybe 0.0005 Mekis (and even that's being generous). 
 
We shouldn't *expect* a Meki to come around and willingly hand over all power to the working class. If one does come around, it’s by chance more than anything. 
 
In the world of Mother Meki, they did get that lucky. 

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The Helot Party in the UK first ruled the nation starting in 2042, lost and gained ground repeatedly throughout the 21st century, and gained a near-permanent majority starting in 2096. Meki's revolution brought about social reform throughout Eurasia, but the British were already somewhat ahead of Europe and meeting with East Asian nations. 

The Helot Party was the great replacement to the Labour Party. The Helotists believed in the ideals of cooperativizing automation and nationalizing automated businesses, as well as the traditional beliefs of the defunct Labour. 

The National Bolsheviks stamped out the Helot Party, but it returned in 2117. The Irish Republic brought back the Helot Party in full while the British mainland and Ulster Ireland reformed as a technist-leaning empire. With the start of the Dictatorship of the Technotariat in 2125, the islands were stripped of their political identities and turned into technates. 

 

Come the 2140s and the Neon Renaissance, and the Helot Party returned to power in the mainland. Britain became a hotly market Vyrdist country with a vast helot population— in 2145, there were as many as 17 helots for every one Briton. Sounds rather extreme until you realize that Britain's population was still less than a fifth of what it was in 2106: roughly 17 million people. 

The newly re-United States of America hopped onto the helotist method in order to maintain a market economy. It was easy to do this— when you have public machine workers, it's possible to loan ownership to someone, a loan that can be paid off and effectively enrich someone. It's illegal to own more than a certain amount of helots (due to the threat of monopolizing ownership), but individuals could very well get a loan of multiple helots for a good deal of time.

 

Meki thought that this could potentially backfire. What if someone is loaned helots, but the labor done by helots didn't pay itself off? Yes, well that became very well apparent in Scotland in 2137. People overused helot loans that were simply incapable of being paid back. This led to a recession and a recurrence of poverty.


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You know, I can't be totally sure that this story isn't spiraling out of control. At this point, I'm just here to enjoy a futuristic France.

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I blame the Belle Époque. I really do love learning about that strange and precious little era of European history. It had some class, nostalgia, and art. Fucking hell, the goddamn fucking art! 

 

What I'd give to visit Paris or Vienna circa 1896 for a month... 

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Yeah, so enjoy these commissioned pictures of Meki. She's not a Parisian but a Toulousian, and her time is in the 2140s. The Neon Renaissance. Which I think is just as exciting, but also a lot less vintage. Not saying I enjoy the world as it was in the late 19th century, but you can't deny there was a certain charm to the era. 
Not to mention she sorta did become a Parisian for the Neon Renaissance. Which just makes me want to connect 2145 to the 1880s and 1890s and 1900s even more. Maybe even a little earlier. I'd love to give a heads-in visit to, say, Manet.

 

Imagine hanging out with a neat little droid at the old Moulin Rouge during its height of popularity. After all the primitives have nearly died of a heart attack at seeing a technological demigod, everyone's gonna wanna dance with it and you.

 

You know, I actually do have a few infobanks written that I've never posted. They're so recent that they accurately reflect the current state of the story (of course, at this point Mother Meki's more like a pseudo-blog than a story). I might post one particular one later today.


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"Later today"
 
HOLY FUCK, I swear to god it's the same day as when I posted the infobank above. It's certainly not half a month later.
 
Yeah, I was writing about Meki's Parisian Vacation. But you know what? Fuck that. Just fuck it. Let's instead shift gears entirely and talk about the 1910s and VR.
 
 

Her Royal Majesty's Victorian Tropical Dystopia

 
2145. Meki leaves Paris. In the days following this excursion, she adopts the metahumanist philosophy. With metahumanism came Romanticism. She becomes passively nostalgic for days gone by, days she never lived and never wants to live. Oh no, she loves being a 22nd century girl. But it's our choice now, right? So without sounding like a Luddite/primitivist, she can adore the past.
There are many time periods Meki falls in love with. Human history always interested her, but it becomes an obsession after 2145.
A huge flashpoint in history: the Belle Époque. That is, the era between the Franco-Prussian War and World War I. From 1871 to 1914. That was an age of intense nationalism, imperialism, capitalism, industrialism, colonialism, militarism, racialism, social Darwinism, eugenics, proto-fascism, the growth of science, the liberalization of the arts, modernism... The world was about to explode. The Industrial Revolution took us from feudalism to globalism within a century, and the world wasn't ready to cope. It was an interesting period in human history. Riding horses and flying airplanes. The whole world was interesting.
Since she's a French girl, she reads up heavily/sims history of Northwest/Central Europe during that time.

Around 2315, she sets up a simulation, but it's a 'directed random' simulation. She will not know anything about the simulation until she experiences it in full.
It takes place in a tropical place known as the 'MYK.' She can't really pinpoint any year it's set, because some parts seem to be reminiscent of the 1700s, but others seem to indicate the 1910s. The place, too, seems to escape her. It's tropical, that much is certain. Is it Cuban? Haitian? African? Vietnamese? Indian? It's like a mixture of all of them. The worst aspects of all of them, at least. It's very hot, very muggy, very tropical. The people here are dark-skinned, but we'll get to them in a second.
Meki is intrigued by all the palm trees. But she's more intrigued by the very atmosphere of it all. Imagine a movie from the 1960s set in Vietnam. The picture quality will be very stark, very high contrast, with faded colors. That's what it legitimately looks like here.
The MYK Simulation is basically everything about the Age of Imperialism gone horribly, horribly wrong. Take the worst aspects of imperialism and put them in one condensed experience.
The people. There are three classes of people in the MYK.

  • The ruling class.
  • The working class.
  • The peasant class.

To Meki, it's hard to tell the difference between the latter two because she hails from a post-singularity age. To her, they're both brutally oppressed, brutally exploited masses of the poor. However, the MYK abides by antiquated social categories. Peasants don't exist in modern society, save as an insult, but when peasants did exist, they were the people who tended to their own land and held no title. It was roughly synonymous with farmer.
Well technically, peasants do still exist, but it's a lifestyle choice rather than a social category, so it isn't the same. So it's rather hard to accept that peasants are better off than workers because of all the baggage added to the word since the days of the MYK.
The peasants live hard, brutish lives, don't get me wrong. Which is more or less saying something about the lives of workers.
There really are no workers in the MYK. There are slaves.
Meki learned the hard way that the three classes in the MYK could be better described as...

 

  • The aristocapitalists
  • The slaves
  • The serfs

 
None of the peasants own their own land. The aristocapitalists own all land in the MYK, and force the peasants to work that land. One reason why Meki couldn't tell where exactly the MYK was situated was because she noticed a coexistence of cocoa plants, cotton, and rice paddies. The serfs would work 18 hours a day for their masters, and receive very little in return. It had degenerated into a brutal existence near that of slavery.
But the working class... No. They were slaves.
She followed one man, the Comte du Bourbon-Montpelier, who was a brutal aristocapitalist. When industrialization came to the tropical MYK, the plight of the underclass went from bleak to dystopian, and brutes like the count were all too eager to profit from it.
She got to see it all firsthand when Count Montpelier opened a mill. The mill was some kind of demonic hellhole, unlit and suffocating, with workers physically chained to their machines, feces and urine flooding parts of the room where some were forced to sleep, limbs scattered about and children walking naked to fix broken parts only to be butchered and disfigured. The count reported their “savage, barbaric idiocy” to his peers, using what went on to prove the ‘inferiority’ of the underclass. He called them “ape-things” who defecated freely and ‘refused’ clothing (not mentioning he never provided them with any, not that anyone cared either way).
All for what? They were paid ten cents a day, and the count thought that to be too costly and liberal. He claimed that “creeping Marxism” was responsible for these wages.

 
Meki stepped inside this mill, and it was so thick, she was nearly choking. 50 C and muggy! And the mushy floor, geez... some of these liquids, she isn't even familiar with them. They're miscolored, too much so to be feces or urine.
It reminds her of DURK#6 too much and she has to leave, feeling some of the effects of PTSD.
There's a secret police force as well, and the MYK is in a state of total martial law during her whole stay.
The poor don't so much as live in homes as they live in prisons. The working poor, at least, are crowded into these freaky panopticons that remind Meki more than a tad of Dunhurst. The serfs live in their primitive mud huts.
It's medieval how bad the MYK is. It’s as if one took her worst life experiences and amplified them several fold and subjected millions of people to them.
Let's talk about the aristocapitalists. As the name implies, they're this hybrid of the aristocracy and capitalist classes, so perfectly fused that there's no real difference. In order to start a business or own property, you must be titled.
It's noted that the classes are also divided along racial lines. The dark-skinned pseudo-Indo-Africans comprise the poor. The fair-skinned Eurasians comprise the rich. And it's concerning the rich that we get the issue of "when is this set?" Against all conceivable odds, the aristocapitalists are dressed like a mixture between French nobility of the 18th century and Chinese nobility of the 17th century. In this climate, it just doesn't seem thinkable, but they do it. But there are a lot of technologies that she recognizes as clearly being from the 1900s and 1910s. For one, there's radio. For two, there are machine guns. It's just three centuries compressed into one setting. As if the Ancien Régime lost all sense of morality and fused with the most cold-hearted of the late 18th century industrialists, all the while still wearing everything they’re known for.
As for the national origin of the aristocapitalists, it seems to, again, be this mixture. That is, predominantly French and some Chinese. It makes sense considering the clothing. But overall, the elite’s got nothing but very fair skin. Even fairer than you usually associate with West Europeans and East Asians. They’re almost like vampires, but they’re clearly not actually vampires.
She visits one particular manor after noticing this one young belle who kinda, sorta looked like her late sister, Annie. The many trinkets and goodies are handmade and high quality. Like these dolls. Real high quality dolls. These music boxes, too.
And this sugar box. It’s ornate. Decorated with gold. She actually thinks it’s beautiful, but the design is very much 19th century Oriental. Which is odd; this family seems European. The faux-French and faux-Chinese must regularly intermingle.

 
The MYK’s geography is every tropical trope thrown together. There’s rainforests, mountains, swamps, jungles, plains, and beaches. It’s as if you took the Congolese rainforests of Africa and fused it with the mountainous jungles of Vietnam and the plantation-esque landscapes of Louisiana and Haiti. All the French places, if you’ve noticed.
Meki comes across several water holes surrounded by cliffs and very, very thick tropical trees. A lot of the natives live around them since they’re often their only source of freshwater. Problem being— a lot of predators also fancy these watering holes. Predators like crocodiles who have taken a keen liking to the taste of tiny humans— that is, those below 8 years of age.

 
The aristocapitalists are so impossibly brutal sometimes that it becomes cartoonish. Meki never even knew the super rich of her day being this stupendously evil. Most of the time they weren’t evil at all. If you did find the few who were genuinely evil as popular fiction would imagine the rich as being, you’d still have trouble finding those who’d be so outrageously sadistic as to actively entertain themselves by watching natives get eaten by crocodiles.
And before you say anything— yes, most people do watch bloody stuff in private. Meki herself had a macabre fondness for snuff films. But I’m talking about hosting open shows, betting on how many kids any one particular croc could stuff, advertising these shows to their friends.
It’s almost like this is a highly sexually repressed society or something, so that the only way they can express their sexuality is through incredible violence. But aside from the 18th-century court clothing they seem obsessed with, she didn’t get that sense at all. They weren’t necessarily decadent sex fiends, but they weren’t prudes either. Why all this ultraviolence?

 
She wonders if it is, in some way, sexual. Maybe not sadistic, but tyristic.

 
Let’s explain the difference between sadism, masochism, and tyrism.
Sadism is pleasure derived from cruelty and pain inflicted upon others. If Meki were a sadist, she’d flog Mariko because hearing Mariko scream and cry makes Meki wet.
Masochism is pleasure derived from cruelty and pain inflicted upon oneself. Meki is a masochist, but a social masochist, so she gains quite a bit of perverse pleasure from being humiliated and dominated. If she were a sexual masochist, she’d let Mariko flog her because feeling pain and blood escaping her body makes her wet.
Tyrism is the newest of the three. It is pain and cruelty inflicted upon others as an act of one’s love to another. If Meki were a Tyrist, she’d flog Mariko because hearing Mariko scream and cry in pain… well, actually makes her cry. She doesn’t want to hear Mariko cry, but inflicting pain is how Meki expresses her love for Mariko. She loves Mariko so, so, so much, that she has some creepy compulsive need to choke her, beat her, slash her, shoot her, make her bleed and cry. If the actual acts of cruelty also turned Meki on, then it crosses over into sadism.
Meki noted tyrism as being shockingly common among pet owners. She met one who dearly loved his young cat. Loved how cute it was, loved the way it meowed. He never could bring himself to harm his cat because he loved it so very much. But he had a very morbid, borderline sexual fascination with the idea of cats— especially cats suspiciously similar to his own— being tortured and killed or suffering fatal accidents. Is it because he got off on torturing cats? Just the opposite. He couldn’t stand the thought. But there’s just this… strange, almost schizophrenic desire to see his cat in such terrible pain. He’d never outright admit this— no one would; the first reaction most would have would be disgust just so we don’t have to say “Yeah, that might actually be me”— but maybe the point is so that it becomes even more attached to him as he nurses it back to health? Maybe it’s not something so “rational”.

 
Meki wondered if the aristocapitalists of the MYK actually loved the natives so much, they felt they had to make them suffer. It’s a long shot, but it’s schizophrenic enough in thought to make sense.

 

 
You know, part of Meki is getting tired of the super rich always being so evil. It’s partly to due with her own class background— she doesn’t think she’s evil, and yet this simulation comes off almost like a Marxist’s hell. Why can’t we all just get along?
Class interests, is why. Conflict is the spice of life; when two people (or groups, or classes) have opposing interests (and often a common goal), you get conflict. Meki can’t see it anymore because, at a young age, she shifted her own class interests to that of the proletariat. And since the proletariat emerged victorious, she’s living in this sort of post-class mindset where, in a world where class and even castes were a thing, she has a bit of naivete.

 

 
She’s a spectator to the MYK, watching them behave and misbehave from a good, safe distance. All the injustices carried out against the slaves and serfs begets an intense indignation from her. She can’t stand seeing it. She wants to start a revolution, a violent revolution. The last revolution she had the opportunity to participate in, she just watched unfold. That was the Eurasian Winter, way back in 2121.

 
Starting another might be worth it. But how does she do such a thing? The underclass has nothing to lose. Everything they could have lost has already been stolen from her, so what do they have to lose?
Their lives? They’re already losing their lives! It’s entertainment for the rich to watch them suffer the worst deaths imaginable.
Nevertheless, while she does very much feel hatred for how they’re being treated, she can only also remember that they’re simulated people. She doesn’t have to do anything— their suffering can end by turning off the simulation. But that’s no fun.
She also feels tremendous hesitation when thinking of starting a revolution among a population that’s clearly not revolutionary. She remembers 2098. She turned Eurasia communist, and it wasn’t ready.
There’s no vanguard in the MYK, and the underclass doesn’t know of anything like it. But vanguards usually present their own problems. What if a vanguard party develops and leads the nation straight into totalitarianism?
It’s so complicated.
She’s not a kid anymore, and whatever revolutionary spark she may have once had in life has long since been extinguished. She lives in a world that doesn’t need revolution. At least, she doesn’t think so.
Just like how the aristocapitalists don’t think the MYK doesn’t need revolution. But who are revolutions for? The oppressed. Who is oppressed on Earth? No one capable of fomenting revolution.
In the MYK simulation, though, there’s very clear oppression. She’s unused to seeing it, and she remembers why she hates it.
But she also remembers why she tends to not get involved in these things. She doesn’t know what to do. She’s indecisive, and there seems to be no real reason to do it except because she wants to do it.
She has no idea where this will lead, but… she gets to work.
She conjures a copy of none other than the Bible of Revolution— the Communist Manifesto. She then begins spreading it to the underclass, preaching to them since they’re illiterate.
She’s able to plant the seed of revolution in their minds. Not all of them agree with the manifesto, but they do know they’re being oppressed. The aristocapitalists clearly despise her and everything to do with her and organize to have her arrested. If she’s arrested, holy shit. Is she going to suffer.
But she comes up with an idea— what if she willingly lets herself be arrested as a means of triggering the revolution? That’s the thing about revolutions— they always need a trigger.
She heads into the underground and keeps spreading her profane ideology. What she doesn’t recognize is that she’s just making life even harder for the underclasses because now the aristocapitalists are coming down ten times as hard as they were before for any insubordination. There’s a communist rabblerouser in their midst! They need to shut down any thought of revolution and kill anyone who may show signs of agreeing with her.
This leads to her presence becoming feared among the underclasses. If she’s found in an area, that area’s population will face extreme vetting.
Meki realizes the harm she’s causes and resets the simulation. This is clearly one where revolution is damn near impossible for a reason. She’s not meant to change the social order— she’s supposed to study it.
Which is a problem for her because she can’t tolerate it for very long. It’s shit like the MYK that made her not regret her own repression during the DotP, no matter how bad it got. If that’s what the underclasses had to face for all of history, then the ruling classes got what they deserved.
She heads back to the MYK, despair lain in her heart as she accepts that there’s nothing she can do for them. She really can’t last there for long. She just doesn’t like the place.
When she brings along the gang to see just how bad the place is, they agree that it’s pretty damn bad. So bad that the best word to describe it really is ‘cartoonish.’
It really makes you appreciate 24th century life, when humanity’s beyond such nonsense. But Meki can’t sleep until she is able to bring about revolution in the MYK. Why is she so obsessed with that? All it takes is just a tiny little change, and voila— the MYK’s now a worker’s paradise. But that’s not good enough for her. She wants to see the slaves and serfs fight for and earn their liberation and establish a state respecting their liberty.

 
Zdravko actually wonders if socialistic thoughts are natural to Aryans like Meki. It seems like every Homo eximius in existence supports some tier of socialism or socialistic technism.

 
That leads Meki to wonder how the MYK would respond to Vyrdism. Mariko tells her to forget about it— what will happen will be exactly what she thinks will happen. The aristocapitalists will take the technotariat for themselves and then either exterminate the underclasses or enslave them in a nation-wide concentration camp for their own sadistic amusement. The aristocapitalists in the MYK have had their humanity altered slightly, if Meki hasn’t noticed.
Even hardline Marxist-Leninist Zdravko admits that the aristocapitalists are unrealistically brutal compared to real life, and this is in a world where the 1% very nearly began a worldwide holocaust of the ex-working class. The MYK’s ruling class is pretty much composed of demons with human skin, not actual humans who have the capacity for demonic behavior.
Which makes Meki further wonder— who exactly is policing the MYK? She noticed that the place existed in a perpetual state of martial law like a tropical Victorian dystopia, but she never actually met one of these policemen. She never saw their faces.
So she goes back in to examine the police and military forces and notices that they seem to possess the intermediate skin-color. They’re the pink, golden, and brown-skinned people— sort of like a mixture between the Indochinese and Southeast Asians, Southern Americans, Medi-Europeans, Mesoamericans, Perso-Arabians, and North Africans. They have darker skin than the ruling classes, but lighter skin than the underclasses.
I do need to reiterate this because I mentioned that there are “pink” skinned policemen. In Meki’s time, whites no longer means the same thing it does in our time simply because of how many skin colors there are in the world now.
Meki is white. But when I say she’s “white”, some people might think she’s like the average white person but a different species. No, no, no. When I say she’s white, I mean she’s white. Like, almost paper white. If you’re one of those people we currently call “white” but you actually have pink or slightly tan skin, you’re not white. You’re pink. You’re a pink-skinned European person.
This was a necessary distinction to make as we progressed throughout the 21st century. Nationalist movements in Europe as well as the rise of East Asia meant that old racial markers were no longer working. More Europeans became aware of who they were ethnically, and while many gained white pride, others rejected the white label and instead focused on national pride— Polish pride, French pride, British pride, German pride, Italian pride, etc.
And then East Asia began rising, and here’s a problem: we often say Asians are “yellow.” But have you actually seen an Asian— especially a northern Chinese, Japanese, or Korean person— in real life? They’re often whiter than many white people (the Irish, northern British, and Scandinavian are the only lighter skinned people). Or at least, “pink-white” people. European people noted this. Actually, “white” used to refer to Asians and Europeans right up until European domination of the world in the 19th century— it was then and only then that the usage of the term ‘yellow’ for Asians became standard. And that only lasted for 200 or so years, until the mid 21st century, when Asians began dominating the world.
So by the 22nd century, once again “white” skin could refer to Europeans or Asians. And let’s not forget Persians, Turks, and northern Arabians— who also often had white skin. We redefined skin tones and decided to separate “white” into several more skin colors. That’s what I mean by “pink people”— we’d recognize them as “white”, but to Meki and her whole time period, they’re not white. They’re more like Southern Europeans or “white” people from the United States, places that are closer to the equator than Western/Northern Europe or Eastern/Northern Asia.
If you compared these pink people to the very white aristocapitalists, you’d see what I’m talking about. The aristocapitalists, just like Meki, look almost like vampiric porcelain dolls. Maybe there’s a little pink tinge to their skin, but it’s slight.
Funnily enough, most “pink” people are actually apricot-skinned, but now we’re being pedantic. Yes, now we’re being pedantic.
Tangent over.
So yeah, the dark-but-not-too-dark skin colors are the “middle” class. The middle class being the police and military maintaining order. She never saw anyone with pink, golden, or brown skin in the factories or fields, suggesting that occupation and station is determined by one’s skin color.
There doesn’t seem to be any further stratification between these skin colors, however. It’s not like the pink-skinned people are better off than the brown-skinned ones. No, if you’re not dark black or porcelain white, you’re in the police/military/service jobs, and you have no say in it.

 
Meki keeps trying to spread communism to the MYK, and that eventually results in her getting arrested. She’s immediately yanked out of the simulation before any of that fun torture could begin, however. But she is beaten mercilessly when she’s arrested. I mean, beaten to near death (in the sim— if you die in the sim, you don’t die for real), but the officers make sure to not kill her because they think they’re going to torture a revolutionary fuckroach.

 
In 2316, Meki finally breaks down and alters the simulation ever so slightly as to allow for an opportunity for revolution to arise. She was playing on hard mode because she thought it was more cathartic that way.
And she eventually does get her revolution. The underclasses are united in a national general strike. Count Montpelier is held hostage in his own mill until he’s shot by some revolutionaries. The manors and palaces burn, and the capital city is sieged by a revolting military. The revolution succeeds at long last! In the sim, it took about 27 years worth of time.

 
She never does learn what ‘MYK’ stands for, though, so she just calls it “Middle Yistor Kingdom.” Yistor is 24th century slang for “rural”.


And remember my friend, future events such as these will affect you in the future.






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