OOC
OOC: Um, no, I deleted my statement of quitting, which is rather quite entirely different from my arguments.
Hard to know what's been deleted from a deleted post.
I did nothing on the GTE subforum, where my arguments have (not so very) mysteriously gone missing, which is what he's referencing, along with many other posts. Then again, I have copies, should I require them.
I think that the "Archive of Deletion" mentioned is actually a hidden forum, since:
"Galactic Technology Exchange
Topics 4
Posts
11"
but
"Our users have posted a total of
33 articles
We have 9 registered users
The newest registered user is BananaLee"
But enough of that, time for stories and getting back to the now-retconned NES.[/OOC]
We now return you to our regular newcast. The pressure for Nicholas Churchill to be put on trial immediately after his presidency ends continues to mount, although the Governancy is still against it. The ESIPA reports that it has completely destroyed the Necro-surfing ring, and eight persons are being prosecuted, with ninety more having been given warnings for Cyberland misconduct. The first round of voting for the next President has just concluded, and here are our bets on the top three candidates:
Erwin Macheas, developer of the Macheas Theorems, is a clear favorite due to his previous experience in the Governancy and his expertise in research. The recent debacle over the GTE has highlighted how important it is that the Emergents be able to develop their own, unrestricted technology.
Miriam Nille, no relation to the performer, is advocating an isolationist government policy where only private agents conduct trade. She's taken a lot of burn from Macheas, who says that isolationism will be retrogressive. However, Nille's tax reform of two years ago has left her with a strong contingent of supporters.
Our third nomination is for the magnate John Bellmere of Bellmere Industries, which was instrumental in the mining of the asteroid belt. Bellmere intends to implement similar policies on Chara and Alpha Centauri, thus making each Emergent system self-sufficient as well as capable of raising a military force, while making the Emergents as a whole one of the strongest powers in the galaxy in terms of production capacity.
Of course, for the sake of our viewers and our democracy, we have a 24-hour program with detailed information on each of the thirty candidates on our subchannel 7. That's subchannel seven.
Erwin Macheas was in a public hospital, waiting for a chance to look for some friends. This wing of the ten-year-old hospital held the bodies of several hundreds or perhaps thousands of people hit by the Scourge. Most of them were so damaged that it was hard to identify them by sight, and the destruction of records meant that the majority were identified in several conflicting ways when using irises, DNA profiles, g12-scans, or even (oh, how old) fingerprints. None of the bodies in this wing appeared to contain 'people' in any sense of the word other than a strict biologist's, but they were still alive. From time to time, about once a week on average, one of them would regain sentience and have memories of its life, then try go back to society. Usually, though, they were still marked by their experiences, set too far apart to return fully to normalcy.
A holoclock marked the hour with a muted burst of light, and Erwin Macheas and three others in the lobby were given entrance to the grim rooms where bodies lay neatly in rows of beds.
"You are allowed to touch them," said the orderly accompanying the party, "but no use of force. The dispensers in each room have more sterile gloves if you want those. If they seem alive, no need to shout, all of them are being monitored constantly."
You forgot to mention that we'll be deluding ourselves, thought Erwin, strolling down the aisle. He couldn't recognize anyone. He felt sick. Most of the faces were turned away from him, or had closed or mutilated eyes, but a few stared blankly in his general direction. "Wake up, you!" Erwin shouted suddenly. "We want you back!"
No response. The orderly had disappeared. The rest of the party seemed to feel the same way as himself.
"murr" groaned one of the near-corpses next to Erwin. He didn't recognize it. He stared intently, eyes roaming across the two IVs and the multiple trackers which kept constant vigilance on the patient's status.
"Please tell me that wasn't a coincidence. Please tell me you heard me, friend." Erwin said intently.
Who knows if we have a librarian here, a researcher, a general, someone with knowledge we thought lost to the Scourge? "I want you to wake up."
Again, no response.
Erwin walked to the side of the bed and pulled back the covers a little. Whoever this was, it had tattooed concentric circles of color around its nipples. Odd. He pulled the cover back and continued walking, then ran to the next room.
"Hello? I'm Erwin Macheas! Do any of you know me?" Erwin's eyes fell upon a hand with a familiar mark on it.
Do I recognize that? He looked up to the face. It was unrecognizable - possibly burned or destroyed at some point in the past, now covered in the pink skin that characterized tender skin.
I suppose the conditions in here haven't roughened it yet. Erwin reached for the hand with the ~ marking. It was perfectly warm like a human hand, even clasping his as though greeting him. "I wish there were a brass band in here to take my mind off the feeling that I'm really in a morgue," Erwin said aloud for the sake of breaking the silence. "Now, what's this on your hand, and where do I recognize you from? Could you be from my ex-university? Do you know me? I'm Erwin Macheas, probably one of the top researchers these days, trying to become President. We have a Presidency now, since humanity was shattered by -"
The body let out a soft sigh which could possibly be written as
"eth".
"Yes? Was that a Yes?"
No response.
Erwin couldn't stand it any more. He left the hospital as fast as was dignified.
The patient didn't make a miraculous recovery the next day. But another one was heard to say "Erwin" a few days later.