Hello, my name is Charles

by on February 14, 2016 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

My plan for the Hyades was to use their culture to drag them out of a dark age rather than try to replace it my own. And so I wore a business suit they would recognize. I walked amongst them alone, without any guards. There was far more negotiation in that than most people realize. They could have mugged me in the street, but I showed respect for them. And they offered me respect in return. No matter how downtrodden they are, every people has leaders and I met them on that day. I recognized them in the crowd and then noticed the disagreement begin in front of me. It was a test of course. They had come to measure the man who dared to declare himself their master. It was a greater gamble for all of us than even I recognized at the time.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on February 13, 2016 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

I traveled to most of the Indian Nations in Minnesota when I was young. They are fairly small in most cases, the size of towns or cities. A few are county-sized, but that’s it. They didn’t prepare me for when I went to California and visited the Indian Nations out there. They were vast deserts the size of States back then. Real States, not postage stamps like Rhode Island. I had never seen that much hot or that much brown. Now they are grasslands that can support countless herds of buffalo and they make good eating if I say so myself. Some of the best. And that right there makes Earth sometimes seem more alien than any world I’ve ever visited. It is hard to see the world that is and not remember the world that was. Or those who I wish still walked atop her.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on February 12, 2016 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Once Twilight and her crew held command of Detroit’s robotic defenses, the leader of Detroit’s moderates called for an end to the fighting in the streets and demanded that Detroit’s government resign in its entirety so that free and fair elections could be held. The news networks went into full crisis mode when those demands came out. They had reported on the “peaceful Islamic State of Detroit” for so many years that some of them no longer recognized their own bias. So most of the centralized networks circled the wagons and called them radical revolutionaries. And in that void of reporting the Salafis, Sunnis, and Shias turned to deal with the moderates who dared to demand an end to the enforcement of the Sharia Laws the Salafis had so long abused.

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The Hyades Cluster

by on February 11, 2016 at 12:01 am
Posted In: The Essential Galactic Atlas

The Alliance governments wanted us to reform the Hyades Cluster once we liberated it from the Chinese. We would have military governors of course, but we were expected to work towards self-rule as soon as possible. Fair and free elections. They failed to understand what makes our form of government work. When it works of course. It is our value of life and the voice of individual citizens that makes our governments accountable to the people. Where the opinions of the people are not respected, our governments fall to tyranny. We have seen it too many times in the past to ignore that. The Chinese subjects of the Hyades were taught to keep their heads lowered, remain silent unless spoken to, and do as they were told. There was no respect for them. Not amongst their Chinese masters, and not amongst our Western leaders either.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on February 10, 2016 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

There are a lot of Indian Nations in Northern Minnesota so I grew up seeing them all the time. Fishing on the lakes, hunting in the forests, gambling in the casinos. I even attended some of their rain dances and such. The first time it was for school credit. The rest were all me. I’ll be honest. It was the pretty dancing girls that brought me back. I played it off as enjoying the cultural exchange, but the parents weren’t fools. Neither were the girls for that matter, but they were always up for a willing dancing partner, and most boys just don’t do that well. They’re afraid of making missteps and embarrassing themselves. I stepped on a lot of toes back then, but we laughed and carried on, and I am happy for that.

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