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  • YOU - “Okay, I’ll ask – who are the Semenese?”

    MEASUREHEAD - “THE SOUTH ISLAND RACE, HAPLOGROUP A4A. WE ARE THE RIGHTFUL MASTERS OF THE INSULINDIAN ARCHIPELAGO. WE DESCEND FROM THE AREOPAGITES OF ANCIENT PERIKARNASSIS AND ARRIVED HERE 4000 YEARS AGO. MILLENNIA BEFORE YOU.”

    MEASUREHEAD - “WE ARE THE FUTURE. THAT IS ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.”

    YOU - “So you were born and raised on the islands, before you moved to Revachol?”

    MEASUREHEAD - “I AM A DESCENDANT. THE NARROW STREETS OF ULUNBUIR ARE WITH ME IN MY GENETIC DREAMS, I SEE YOUNG SEMENESE WOMEN WALK INTO THE GREY MASS ON ILE DU FANTÔME, WAITING ON IMMACULATE CONCEPTION FROM THE PALE.”

    YOU - “So… you did not come from the islands?”

    MEASUREHEAD - “NO.” He cranes his head. “I HAVE HEARD ABOUT IT. ON THE RADIO.”


  • Moralists don’t really have beliefs. Sometimes they stumble on one, like on a child’s toy left on the carpet. The toy must be put away immediately. And the child reprimanded. Centrism isn’t change – not even incremental change. It is control. Over yourself and the world. Exercise it. Look up at the sky, at the dark shapes of Coalition airships hanging there. Ask yourself: is there something sinister in moralism? And then answer: no. God is in his heaven. Everything is normal on Earth.





  • COALITION WARSHIP ARCHER - “You must understand, when we speak of contingency spreads, we are talking about the most fantastically complex data visualisations human beings are capable of producing, with thousands of events – from elections and wars to natural disasters or scientific miracles – and millions of possible outcomes.”

    COALITION WARSHIP ARCHER - “It may be the case that, under certain scenarios, Revachol is vitally important, as it was during the Coalition landings in '08. It may also be the case in many other equally plausible scenarios that Revachol is simply another once-great city, like countless others throughout history.”

    REACTION SPEED - Did she… just admit that the Coalition invading Revachol was one of those ‘contingencies’?

    YOU - “Are you saying the Coalition invasion was one of these ‘contingencies’?”

    COALITION WARSHIP ARCHER - “No – well, not quite. The Moralintern never intends to violate another nation’s sovereignty. That would be a serious violation of international law…”


  • IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - “What we saw was a sight to behold. A beat up police carriage, containing you. Right there on the beach. You revved the engine and screamed at the top of your lungs…”

    IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - “‘THE TIME HATH COME.’”

    IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - “So, naturally, being the curious cat I am, I asked what time hath come, to which you replied…”

    IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL - “THE TIME HATH COME FOR TEQUILA SUNSET. THE END OF ALL THINGS.”




  • YOU - “You should invest in a youth centre.”

    MEGA RICH LIGHT-BENDING GUY - “A youth centre, huh? What kind of youth centre?”

    CONCEPTUALIZATION - Come on. Tell him what he wants to hear.

    YOU - “One dedicated to instilling liberal economic values in children from low-net-worth families.”

    MEGA RICH LIGHT-BENDING GUY - “Brilliant! Without children who’ll be there to buy stuff in the future?”

    YOU - “Yes. And if it doesn’t work out, we can always re-purpose the centre as a shopping mall or private equity firm.”

    MEGA RICH LIGHT-BENDING GUY - “When life closes a door, it opens a window, yes? What’s the expected return on this?”

    YOU - “Highly educated, work-ready, human capital ready to be directed toward any number of your vast interests.”

    MEGA RICH LIGHT-BENDING GUY - “Very impressive. You’ve got a natural eye for unusual investment opportunities.”


  • No, Frantiček the Brave is in Samara! He is in negotiations. He will come with the troops of the People’s Republic! Don’t be naïve, Frantiček is roaming far and wide in Katla, in winter’s orbit, staying in the hut of Ignus Nilsen. They will never find him! Ssh! Frantiček the Brave would never hide! Only yesterday he was seen in the queue for meat, he now has a false beard and a butcher’s apron, and he called himself Vozam Sark, read it backwards!

    But months pass. There is no news, and soon autumn will come. Industrial haze like a mourner’s veil drapes on top of gold and red leaves. In October, a completely different story begins to circulate in Zsiemsk , in quiet and timid tones. Frantiček the Brave was shot behind a waste facility.