The middleclass workers of Middle America were sick and tired of being told what to do by people who did not understand them. They believed that America was a fundamentally good nation, but mired in government corruption that was affecting their lives. So they voted for the people they thought might be able to drain the swamp. This was an allusion to the fact that Washington DC had been built on a swamp. Then they watched the leftist reactions with mixed humor and disgust. They made fun of the special little snowflakes who could not handle the concept of losing. They kept track of those who rioted or worse. And they went back to work or looking for work in hopes of making it through this crisis just like the others before it. Life changed little for most of them at first.
What I learned at New Washington was simple. And it was hard. Like the simple often is. It was also complicated. I know. That’s full of contradictions. Well, that’s life. Never as simple or easy as we would like. But what did I learn? A lot. But one thing was this. I couldn’t do what I wanted to do if I remained the same old fun loving party animal I’d been as a kid. But I also couldn’t do it if I let people realize I’d changed. What did I learn? I learned that the best way for me to win was to act like I didn’t care about winning at all. People don’t tend to take the party animal seriously. And one thing growing taught me was how to do a fantastic party animal.
One of the primary differences between Peloran and Terran humanity is the Peloran growth cycle. The Albion originally created the Peloran as test tube babies grown in artificial wombs. The first batches were all male, since they were supposed to be soldiers. They grew from implanted embryos to delivery in a month, as quickly as a rabbit. They manifested their superior intelligence immediately and could talk and walk within another month. They rapidly aged through childhood, and their healing factor began to manifest until they reached puberty at two years of age. That was when their superior strength and speed began to manifest. The plan was for the Peloran to be combat ready troops within two or three years of initial implantation. Puberty was where all their plans went sideways.
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The election of 2016 did nothing to heal the divisions in America. The social left who believed it their duty to fundamentally transform America into a more European socialist-style State were morally outraged that the backwards, deplorable, and irredeemable bigots of flyover country had somehow pulled enough votes together to vote their favorite racist into office. And they were quick to tell those redneck racists exactly what they thought about them. There were protests and riots. People they thought might have voted for the other side were attacked on the streets. The roads were blocked so well that even ambulances could not get through. People died.
Before Yosemite, I lived for the moment. The hour. The day. After Yosemite, I lived to kill the Shang. New Washington changed me again. I still wanted to kill the Shang, of course. But that is when I chose to become something like the man I am today. Everything before that is a prelude. The building blocks of a life. I’ve grown a lot since then. But that is when I became…me. Captain Jack of Hart Squadron. Space Cowboy. Well. Just Cowboy, I suppose. But Space Cowboy has a ring to it. Does it sound too pretentious?
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