JOYCE REALITY TIMES - 636
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You: "They're *good* apes, actually."
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Joyce Messier: "I don't know about that..." She turns north, to the bombed out buildings lining the waterfront, then shivers slightly.
"I don't know about that..." She turns east, to the bombed out buildings lining the waterfront, then shivers slightly.
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Conceptualization: She likes the *totality* of it.
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You: "Did the communists and the anarchists shoot back?"
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You: "You could say they got *totally* shot in the head."
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You: "Who got the mineral rights?"
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Joyce Messier: "The liberals got the mineral rights." She looks up to the sky, then inland at the crumbling city. "And by mineral rights, I mean *everything*."
"The liberals got the mineral rights." She looks up to the sky, then inland at the crumbling village. The wind blows. "And by mineral rights, I mean *everything*."
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Joyce Messier: "Some were rich enough to stay with the Constitution; with monarchy -- *big mistake*. Others bet on the Revolution, they were called the Ultras, or ultraliberals. They fared well."
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You: "How did the liberals win it all?"
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You: "Rooty tooty pointy shooty!"
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Joyce Messier: "That's the way of History." She nods.
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Joyce Messier: "Welcome to reality, baby."
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Joyce Messier: "Welcome to reality, baby."
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Inland Empire: Then *you* happened. Your youth in the Thirties.
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Conceptualization: All that untaxed income must have fuelled *The New*. That can only mean one thing...
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You: "Smart king."
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Joyce Messier: "Yes, King Guillaume had a nose for bad PR. He ran before it -- what is the expression -- *went down*? Anyway, Gil got out alive and his nephew Frissel got shot in his place..."
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Joyce Messier: "Oh, lots of people. Even the king got shot in the head, or thrown beneath a horse. Or drowned. Accounts differ. It was unceremonious." She shakes her head. "Just as well -- he wasn't actually the king. Just the king's nephew."
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Joyce Messier: "The real king abdicated and lived out a long and productive life as a venture capitalist in Graad."
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Joyce Messier: "Past?" She cocks her head to one side. "That's what Dobreva, the leader of the communards said, before she got a bullet in her head. Don't get me wrong..." There's sadness in her voice...
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Joyce Messier: "Capital *is* finished. But understand this -- its end won't *free* anyone. It will only lead to more suffering."
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Joyce Messier: Her voice is almost wistful. "We could have had so much *more*. Every one of us -- if only we'd played it right."
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Joyce Messier: "All yours?" She nods. "That's been the motto of many an indotribe. There is something *clarifying* about that strain of ultraliberalism..."
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Joyce Messier: "Believe it or not, Wild Pines isn't even the most notorious example -- that would be Saint-Baptiste. You can go quite far with that attitude."
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Joyce Messier: She turns to him. "And what is *your* official position, lieutenant?"
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Suggestion: There is curiosity there that goes unnoticed. The lieutenant takes a step back, absent-mindedly.
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You: "Wait, you're saying it's been like this for 43 years?"
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Joyce Messier: "Time flies."
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You: "Who started it?"
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Joyce Messier: "It wasn't a *who*, but a *what*. A pandemic of tzaraath, a particularly virulent prion disease, which the authorities in Graad proved unable to contain. Then Mazov came along and overthrew the government."
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Joyce Messier: "You and everyone else. But that's got nothing to do with *preventing* the Revolution. Ah, well... What was was, I guess."
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Half Light: A quietly simmering rage.
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Inland Empire: Something tells you her life and yours are not that similar. Maybe it's because she has a boat and you have... that necktie? A pair of pants?
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Inland Empire: Something tells you her life and yours are not that similar.
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Joyce Messier: "Which one? Actually -- it doesn't matter. King Guillaume has always been my favourite. He could smell a PR disaster brewing. So he got out alive and his nephew Frissel got shot in his place..."
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Joyce Messier: "Him and tens of thousands of his *wonderfully* fascist kingsmen. It was a *wild* time."
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Joyce Messier: "No. I would say the apes were *neutral*." She looks at you, her gaze sharp.
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You: "Sounds like evil to me."
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You: "Okay -- neutral."
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Shivers: The wind stops, there is silence on the dark water of the Martinaise inlet...
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Perception (Hearing): A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building.
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You: "Cowardly king."
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Joyce Messier: "I prefer the term *risk averse*. King Guillaume was nobody's fool -- he could smell a PR disaster brewing. So he got out alive and his nephew Frissel got shot in his place..."
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Logic: For her to be where she is Wild Pines Group must have picked the right side.
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You: "That's it then. Another topic."
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Joyce Messier: "Anxious to hear more about mineral rights or who got shot in the head?" A flash of teeth in her feisty grin.
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You: "What did this tzaraath do?"
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Joyce Messier: "It made people overthrow their governments."
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Rhetoric: Now's your chance -- ask her who she is -- she won't get out this time.
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Rhetoric: Not so fast -- who is she in all this? Ask her who she is, she owes you an answer.
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You: "Probably."
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You: "It's been like this for how long, exactly?"
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Joyce Messier: "Forty-three years. Hard to fathom, I know."
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Shivers: The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The cold dissipates into your parietal lobe like a dissolved bullet. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet...
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Joyce Messier: "Forever?" She cocks her head sideways. "In twenty years Revachol went from a king to a commune to a Zone of Control. She *is* forever. But the next thing she will *be* is something else."
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Half Light: Your jaw clenches -- give the lady a taste of your *wisdom*.
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You: "Okay, and by *liberals* you mean..."
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Joyce Messier: "They didn't *win* so much as survive. *We* were the last ones standing when the war ended -- everyone else got shot in the head, remember?"
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Joyce Messier: "The liberals took everything that wasn't nailed to the ground -- the Coalition took the *ground*," she stomps her rubber booted foot. "The ocean, the laws and the people."
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You: "Who are the Coalition?"
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Joyce Messier: "The Coalition of Nations. Graad, Mesque, Vesper, Messina, Oranje and Sur-La-Clef -- the armed centre of the world. They landed here and ended the Revolution. It was the *moralist* thing to do."
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Empathy: There is bitterness in her voice -- tempered with understanding. She is critical, but ultimately understands the cause.
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You: "Moralist?"
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Joyce Messier: "The moralists believe in keeping everything exactly the way it is. They believe in mineral rights -- and not shooting people in the head..."
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You: "Would you say it was a bunch of apes dukin' it out?"
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Joyce Messier: "Why of course -- we're talking duke-out central. Full-swing intraspecies warfare."
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Shivers: The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The charge dissipates into the dark water. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet...
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Joyce Messier: "Liquidate?" She nods. "That's what King Filippe kept screaming from the Sol Aurum. *Liquidate, liquidate!*" she says in a sing-song-y kind of way.
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Shivers: THE AGE OF MAN IS OVER.
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Joyce Messier: "Over?" She nods. "That's *entropolism*, the very height of late Modernity: evacuate this world. You may prove a truly Modern Man yet."
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You: "And after that?"
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Joyce Messier: "The Thirties? Things settled down in the Thirties. Revachol East transformed itself into the world's largest tax haven -- with the international community's blessing. For the first time in a long time it seemed like things were *going* somewhere."
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Kim Kitsuragi: "This does not represent the official RCM opinion," the lieutenant says from behind his notes.
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Joyce Messier: "Don't worry, Kras Mazov shot fifteen million people in the head. But that was all the way over in Graad."
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You: "That's when they discovered Disco."
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Joyce Messier: "Yes. And quantitative easing. It was a market mirage, unfortunately. The Forties dispelled it. An isola-wide hangover, you might say. So, here we are..." She curtsies.
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You: "Until the middle class, the gentry, and the workers are all gone and the age of man is over."
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Empathy: All she can see are vague outlines of a great winding down. The doldrums. People killed, but no great transitions of wealth. It makes her feel old -- and something else. Something you can't put your finger on...
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Joyce Messier: "Good. Not that it would have mattered -- in the end, the Commune forced everyone to the barricades."
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Half Light: Here's some *wisdom* lady. SAY THE DEATH THING.
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You: "I would have sought a medical solution. Sounds like *tzaraath* drove those people mad."
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Shivers: A cold creeps up your spine, reaching its tendrils up your neck, toward the back of your head...
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You: "At any cost -- until humanity is free and the age of Capital is past."
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Shivers: The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The cold dissipates into your parietal lobe like a dissolved bullet. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet...
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You: "Where did it spread from there?"
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Empathy: No. The tiny apes are doing all they can to be better. It's not their fault.
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You: "If everyone got shot, who was there to surrender to?"
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Joyce Messier: "To foreign intervention -- the Coalition. Those people *really* took the mineral rights."
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You: "I don't think I am moralist, ma'am."
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You: "Not just technically -- practically as well. I like what I've heard about these people."
"Not just technically -- practically. For a moment, there was hope."
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You: "If always picking the option that doesn't commit to anything then hell yes I am -- and also not."
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Joyce Messier: "Indeed. Tzaraath is a highly infectious microorganism that destroyed brain tissue. The actual causes of the Revolution were material. The pandemic only provided the spark."
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Encyclopedia: It was a funny time in history. They'd discovered transistors and rock music, but they didn't know anything about prions. Nobody did.
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Rhetoric: It takes time for the apes to change. And work. Perhaps what happened here was part of that time -- and part of that work.
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Half Light: The apes will never change, they are all evil. End of discussion.
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Composure: She is not at all fazed by your genocidal sabre rattling.
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Suggestion: A counterargument, but still -- your historic mass-murderer fantasies have only endeared you to this person.
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You: "What is the Zone of Control?"
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Joyce Messier: "A city state divided into free market zones. Under the *everlasting* interregnum of the Coalition of Nations. And you, of course -- the Citizens Militia."
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You: "And the apes -- were they evil?"
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Joyce Messier: "I see, yes. A deluge of geopolitical questions."
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You: "Anyone else get shot in the head -- on the opposing side?"
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You: "Were they?"
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Joyce Messier: "Yes -- the red deluge. The *Insulindian Deluge* they call it."
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Empathy: From the looks of it the Fifties haven't been much better for the Zone of Control -- you can see it in her eyes. Days slipping away....
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You: "Happily."
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You: "When was this kerfuffle?"
"When was this kerfuffle?"
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Joyce Messier: "The Turn-of-the-Century Revolution?" She smiles, mischievously. "Don't answer it -- it's a trick question."
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Joyce Messier: "From Revachol and Graad? Not far. The world managed to cauterize itself. Mazov's government was overthrown in '08, and the Coalition crushed the Revachol commune two years later. It was *The End*."
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You: "What came next?"
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You: (Cock your finger pistols.) "Rooty tooty pointy shooty!"
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Shivers: THERE IS PEACE IN THE HEART.
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Joyce Messier: "Good hygiene, really? A very *moderate* solution to an *extreme* problem. It's those sort of half-measures that doomed the authorities in Graad..."
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You: "I don't care about kings. Tell me one more thing..."
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You: "I *loved* that king. Fucking communists..."
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You: "Until it's all mine -- every pigment-drenched black leaf of money in Revachol."
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Joyce Messier: "No. It was a market mirage fuelled by cocaine and quantitative easing. The Forties *dispelled* it like a cold splash. An isola-wide hangover, you might say. And here we are..." She curtsies.
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Joyce Messier: "Oh, and the anarchists too! They shot them well. So well one forgets they even existed."
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You: "Okay. Maybe it's impossible. What happened had to happen. And always will."
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Joyce Messier: "And I asked *you*, philosopher-detective of the Citizens Militia."
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Joyce Messier: "Then you would have died fighting against them. Long before the Beachhead... our time is a shadow cast by that day."
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Joyce Messier: "On the other hand..." She turns north, to the bombed out buildings lining the waterfront. "Maybe you're right."
"On the other hand..." She turns east, to the bombed out buildings lining the waterfront. "Maybe you're right."
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Shivers: The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The charge dissipates into the dark water. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet...
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Joyce Messier: "When they failed to step up, Mazov and his party stepped in. In this *particular* case, maybe a more robust state response might have been appropriate..."
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You: "With some hygiene, modest social care and perhaps a little research program."
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You: "They got lucky."
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Joyce Messier: "Perhaps it wouldn't have turned out that way had *I* been in charge. I might've bet on the king and led the Pines to doom."
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Joyce Messier: "Good question." She cranes her neck: "What would *you* have done differently?"
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Volition: No -- her first.
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Shivers: The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The cold dissipates into your parietal lobe like a dissolved bullet. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet...
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Joyce Messier: "Why, you and I, officer--" She spreads her arms, raincoat flapping in the wind. "Our lives in the Zone of Control."
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You: "Truly a *kerfuffle*."
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Shivers: REVACHOL FOREVER.
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You: Say nothing.
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Joyce Messier: She's silent a moment, contemplating. When she finally speaks, her tone is wistful: "We could have had so much *more*. Every one of us -- if only we'd played it right."
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Shivers: The cold runs down your spine -- she gestures toward the waters.
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You: "No way. I wouldn't have fought with the communards."
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Empathy: She's not gloating. It's a relieved celebration.
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You: "Wow, really?"
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You: "No way."
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You: "They chose wisely."
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You: "I asked you -- who are you in all this?"
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Rhetoric: We -- she's one of them. Of course.
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Joyce Messier: "At least not in the same *manner and volume* as the others do. They are the long-standing provisional rulers of Revachol now -- the Coalition Government."
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Physical Instrument: The rulers of Revachol -- and also *the world*. These guys are strong.
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Joyce Messier: "This is their Zone of Control. They embolden the RCM with crumbs of the same law they took. Technically speaking -- *you* are a moralist."
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Encyclopedia: The colour of moralism is blue. The official motto of the Moralintern, or Moralist International, is: 'A blue forget-me-not; a piece of the grey sky'. Unofficial: 'For a moment, there was hope'.
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Joyce Messier: "A devout man of the centre," she nods. "Hard to come by. It's good to have someone who takes a moderate approach to head-shooting -- in your line of work I mean."
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Shivers: POCKMARKED BY CANNONS.
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Perception (Hearing): A dog barks and a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice...
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You: "You don't seem to be thrilled..."
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Joyce Messier: "I've no right to be dissatisfied," she shakes her head. "This shirt is Barbara Muskova. This raincoat is impervious to rain and is guaranteed for a hundred years, my daughters will wear it. No, it's just..." She looks at the crumbling tenements, paint flecking from the stone...
"I've no right to be dissatisfied," she shakes her head. "This shirt is Barbara Muskova. This raincoat is impervious to rain and is guaranteed for a hundred years, my daughters will wear it..." She looks at the eternite roofs and cinder blocks soaking in the sea air.
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Joyce Messier: "Then you would have died, most likely. Not far from here -- maybe even *right* here, during the Beachhead, defending the coast the day the Coalition took the city."
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You: "Which side was Wild Pines Group on?"
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Joyce Messier: "They picked the winning side. That's why they're here and others are not."
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Joyce Messier: "Modernity. They developed the marvels of interisolary communication, telematic milieus, radiation, coloured plastics. Meanwhile, in Revachol West, the *aftermath* continues for the fifth decade."
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Joyce Messier: "Of course not. It was a highly infectious microorganism that destroyed brain tissue. The actual causes of the Revolution were material. The pandemic only provided the spark."
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You: "What have we been doing all that time?"
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Joyce Messier: "In the end they liquidated the Sol Aurum. Melted the palace cube down to gold and platinum and sold it for bullets. Strange times," she says almost wistfully.
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Kim Kitsuragi: "Khm." The lieutenant puts down his notes for a moment. "Opinions expressed here do not reflect the official position of the RCM."
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Joyce Messier: "Coupris, Resplendent... both gone now. Those that survived mended their ways. They're all *ultras* now."
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Joyce Messier: "An almost endearingly moralist standpoint," she bows. "It must be hard to take a moderate approach to head-shooting in your line of work."
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Joyce Messier: "The Revolution began in '02, on the isola of Graad, though by the end nearly the whole world had gotten involved."
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Joyce Messier: "I would have sided with the *cannons*. If you'd seen the calibres of the things, you might've, too... " She thinks. "Perhaps it's better I was born when I was..."
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Joyce Messier: "Ten of the fourteen indotribes got it wrong: Feld, Coupris, Tricentennial... So I suppose I would have been in good company."
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Joyce Messier: "Understandable," she nods.
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Joyce Messier: "Did they ever. Before they got shot themselves, they shot two million people."
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You: "Wait. You just said the liberals already took everything."
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Joyce Messier: "Of course," she sizes you up. "Not easy to be moderate about *head-shooting* in your line of work."
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Kim Kitsuragi: "Or -- you could *not* eat all the candy at once, let the ma'am rest for a while, and return to this later?"
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You: "No. More. NOW."
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You: "Later, yes. Let my mind cool a bit."
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Joyce Messier: "About head-shooting?" She smiles.
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You: "What would you have done differently?"
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Joyce Messier: "And I asked *you*, past-less detective of the Citizens Militia. What insight has acute encephalopathy given to you?"
"And I asked *you*, past-less detective of the Citizens Militia. What insight has acute encephalopathy given to you?"
172->63
173->250
175
IsKimHere()
174->175
176
!(IsKimHere())
174->176
290
Variable["pier.joyce_exited_times_hub_with_kim_once"]
175->290
277
Jump to: [REALIDAD HAB]
176->277
177->121
178->139
179->77
180
Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]
181
Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]
180->181
182
!(Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"])
180->182
181->29
182->101
183
Shivers: IT'S ALL YOURS.
183->16
184
Logic: 51 - 8 = 43
184->18
184->38
186
IsKimHere()
185->186
187
!(IsKimHere())
185->187
340
Kim Kitsuragi: "It was a kerfuffle all right," the lieutenant mumbles from behind his notes.
186->340
328
Joyce Messier: "Yes. The *Insulindian Deluge* they call it."
187->328
188->15
189->167
190->253
191
Kim Kitsuragi: "My position, ma'am? My parents got ripped to shreds in the Revolution -- I would have gone the same way. I was saved by being two years old. That's my position -- the abattoir."
191->160
342
Perception (Hearing): A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice...
192->342
193->42
194
You: "Until this insanity is crushed and Revachol reigns -- a suzerain forever."
194->39
195->96
196->117
248
You: "Sounds like they should have shot more people in the head then."
196->248
346
You: "That's a tragedy."
196->346
197
Hand/Eye Coordination: Rooty-tooty pointy shooty!
197->85
198->135
199
Shivers: The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The charge dissipates into the dark water. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet...
294
Perception (Hearing): A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice...
199->294
200->102
260
Jump to: [Revohub]
201->260
202->250
203
Shivers: The wind stops, there is silence on the dark water of the Martinaise inlet...
329
Perception (Hearing): A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building.
203->329
204
Joyce Messier: "So a quarter of humanity..." she calculates, "...simply lost their minds? And how would you stop a prion -- a complex folding protein; *un-life* -- with the technology 50 years ago?"
204->93
204->108
249
You: "Liquidate the rabid, prion-infested *dogs* who want to kill everyone -- with cleansing artillery fire."
204->249
261
You: "With privatized healthcare and a work ethic that does not turn your brain into sponge tissue."
204->261
205
You: "Our lives are not the same."
"Our lives are very different from each other."
206
Joyce Messier: "No doubt -- but we share the same time and position on the planet's crust. That counts for more than you'd think."
205->206
206->76
225
You: "What happened in the rest of the world?" (Proceed.)
206->225
207->76
207->205
207->225
231
Perception (Hearing): A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice...
208->231
209->153
210
Joyce Messier: "Liberals are usually middle-class people, detective. Or the remaining gentry. The beneficiaries of the pre-revolutionary *arrangement*."
210->5
211->136
244
Joyce Messier: "Voracious," she nods approvingly. "I'm up for it. What'll it be?"
212->244
213->260
215->118
295
You: "I had a deluge too. In my head." (Point to your little head.)
215->295
216->250
217->167
321
Perception (Hearing): A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice...
218->321
219->167
220
You: "That's enough about the times."
275
Joyce Messier: "They are what they are -- who knows, an afterbloom may yet come..."
220->275
221
You: "Who got shot in the head?"
235
Joyce Messier: "Those would be the communists. Generally speaking, 40 million people got shot in the head during the World Revolution. But the communists -- they *all* got shot in the head."
221->235
222
Joyce Messier: "A poor remedy for prion disease," she says. "That was the attitude of most of the more moderate indotribes, particularly those who supported the king..."
222->149
223
Shivers: The wind stops and for a moment there's silence. The charge dissipates into the dark water. All is quiet on the Martinaise inlet...
309
Perception (Hearing): A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building. A woman's voice...
223->309
224
Joyce Messier: "Always," She nods. "That's the *can't-do-attitude* that truly defines Late Modernity. You may prove a Modern Man yet."
224->96
225->144
226
IsTHCPresent("torque_dork")
227
IsTHCPresent("torque_dork")
226->227
228
!(IsTHCPresent("torque_dork"))
226->228
266
You: "Coupris is still around, aren't they?"
227->266
287
Inland Empire: She narrows her eyes -- turning her gaze to the future out of professional habit...
228->287
318
Joyce Messier: "Too much *reality* at once can prove too much," she nods. "There's plenty of time later. For now, is there anything *else* I can help you with?"
229->318
230
Joyce Messier: "The Zone of Control is the third incarnation of Revachol. After the failure of the Suzerain and the Commune."
230->225
231->88
232
Shivers: CAPITAL IS PAST.
232->14
233
Joyce Messier: "The Twenties saw a decade of urban war: West of the river levelled, offshore platforms in flames... Still, it's regarded as an improvement on what came before: '08 to '19 was simply hell..."
233->56
343
Variable["tc.thirties_and_new"]
234->343
235->124
236
Jump to: [REALIDAD HAB]
6360713
JUMP OUT to PIER / JOYCE REALITY HUB
236->6360713
237->352
238
Shivers: The cold runs down your spine as you say the words, like a small electric charge that seeks grounding.
242
Joyce Messier: "I see -- a tenth of humanity." She's unfazed. "The key of History is in the lock -- keep turning, at any cost?"
238->242
276
You: "You would have sided with the king?"
239->276
240->226
241
You: "I would have killed more -- 400 million -- if that's what it took."
241->238
242->59
242->65
242->90
242->194
243->210
244->236
245
Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]
246
Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]
245->246
247
!(Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"])
245->247
246->199
247->222
262
IsKimHere()
248->262
249->52
250->4
250->51
250->83
250->143
250->171
250->220
250->221
331
Esprit de Corps: The clatter of typewriter keys fills the main hall of a re-appropriated Silk Mill -- Precinct 41. Chad Tillbrook presses ENTER. Outside: Officer *Elfboy* Williams slams the door of an armoured motor carriage...
251->331
252
Shivers: ALWAYS.
252->224
253->64
253->130
253->241
267
You: "I don't know what I would have done differently."
253->267
311
You: "I would have made off with the mineral rights."
"I would have positioned myself very precisely. I would have made it out -- with the mineral rights."
253->311
254->47
255->151
256->338
257->250
258->101
259
Joyce Messier: "Yes, an acute thiamine deficiency can be exacerbated by alcoholism." She blinks her green eyes. "Exacerbated means 'made worse.'"
259->118
260->250
261->245
263
IsKimHere()
262->263
264
!(IsKimHere())
262->264
263->57
264->152
265->232
282
Joyce Messier: "That's not Coupris, dear. It's just a brand name, snatched up by a Vespertine holding company. No, the real Coupris is as dead as the king they bet on."
266->282
267->142
269
Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]
268->269
270
!(Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"])
268->270
269->223
270->224
271
Variable["pier.joyce_who_are_you_open"]
272
Variable["pier.joyce_who_are_you_open"]
271->272
273
!(Variable["pier.joyce_who_are_you_open"])
271->273
272->34
273->174
274->146
337
Joyce Messier: "Anyway, enough sentimentality. Is there anything else you want to know?"
275->337
276->158
277->6360713
320
Joyce Messier: "On the other hand..." She turns north, to the bombed out buildings lining the waterfront, then shivers slightly.
"On the other hand..." She turns east, to the bombed out buildings lining the waterfront, then shivers slightly.
278->320
279->180
280->201
281->250
282->287
284
Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]
283->284
285
!(Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"])
283->285
306
Shivers: The wind stops, there is silence on the dark water of the Martinaise inlet...
284->306
307
Joyce Messier: "No -- almost certainly. The Commune would have forced you. Such was the fate of the undecided."
285->307
286->191
287->125
288->161
316
Joyce Messier: "Indeed. They piled them in mass graves in Ozonne and, well -- that's the last anyone heard of those people."
289->316
291
Variable["pier.joyce_exited_times_hub_with_kim_once"]
290->291
292
!(Variable["pier.joyce_exited_times_hub_with_kim_once"])
290->292
291->164
292->236
293->71
341
Shivers: IT'S ALL YOURS.
294->341
297
Variable["pier.joyce_amnesia_known"]
295->297
296->250
298
Variable["pier.joyce_amnesia_known"]
297->298
299
!(Variable["pier.joyce_amnesia_known"])
297->299
298->259
299->78
300->91
301->17
302->253
303->281
304->237
305->204
351
Perception (Hearing): A dog barks, a gunshot echoes off the walls of some distant building.
306->351
307->296
308->109
308->129
309->252
310->19
311->20
313
Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]
312->313
314
!(Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"])
312->314
313->131
314->14
315->96
316->288
317->197
318->50
319->74
320->319
321->138
323
Variable["tc.date_fifty_one"]
322->323
324
!(Variable["tc.date_fifty_one"])
322->324
323->184
324->38
326
Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"]
325->326
327
!(Variable["pier.joyce_shivers_grounding_on_revchopice"])
325->327
326->203
327->61
328->215
329->61
330->233
331->230
333
Variable["pier.joyce_amnesia_known"]
332->333
334
!(Variable["pier.joyce_amnesia_known"])
332->334
333->172
334->95
335->250
336->207
337->271
338->7
339->27
340->328
341->222
342->183
344
Variable["tc.thirties_and_new"]
343->344
345
!(Variable["tc.thirties_and_new"])
343->345
344->11
345->300
346->80
348
Variable["pier.joyce_empathy_fifties_unsatisfied"]
347->348
349
!(Variable["pier.joyce_empathy_fifties_unsatisfied"])
347->349
348->122
348->141
349->31
350->73
351->307
352->84
353->114