Kelvinisgrad
28-09-2004, 04:50
[CIN 664-A27-36J-212-F3C SCANNED]
[ACCESS GRANTED]
*the door slid open with a quiet hiss, admitting Alexander Von Ryan to a long concrete corridor. he'd been summoned by the Trifecta to a private meeting, which obviously meant something major was going to happen. what reason did the Trifecta have for meeting with me? he wondered, while nervously rubbing the back of his hand, where his CIN code was tattooed.*
*the security monitors showed a balding nervous man in a wrinkled suit, his shoes making slight squeaking noises in the corridor. a door to his right hissed open, startling him.*
-Mister Von Ryan? step inside please.
*inside was little more than an interrogation room. a distinctly businesslike steel table, two unadorned chairs, and one very dour looking woman.*
-Sit, Mr. Von Ryan.
*he sat without even thinking about it. the metal chair squeaking loudly on the floor.*
-you are the presiding manager of the Kelvinisgrad Labor Standards Union, is that correct?
-er, yes. what's this all ab-
-and your organization ensures uniform and fair conditions for it's members.
-yes, that is ou-
-and your organization takes fees from it's members in exchange for this guarantee.
-...we do, yes.
-very well. Mr. Von Ryan, I am hereby authorized by the Trifecta to inform you that your organization, as of 16:25 KST, is formally disbanded. you are to refund your last month's fees to your members.
-...what?! you can't do this!
*the woman rolled her eyes and began tidying her papers, shiffling them with practiced precision into a plain grey folder.*
-there is nothing the trifecta cannot do, Mr. von Ryan. you may wish to rethink your last statement while you can. good day.
*she left without another word, the folder tucked under her arm. Von Ryan sat in the room for several moments, the enormity of what had just happened failing to fully register. he rose in a daze and traced his steps back out through the maze of security doors and panels that marked almost every building in the nation. the tiny state-provided car was exactly where he left it.*
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*at the same time as that brief meeting was taking place, the following news bulleting was transmitted over all Kelvini transmission media and local loudspeaker systems.*
-CITIZENS OF THE EMPIRE OF KELVINISGRAD. TODAY HAS WITNESSED THE SHEDDING OF YET ANOTHER INEFFICIENT VESTIGE OF OUR PAST. AS OF 16:25 KELVINI STANDARD TIME, THE KELVINI LABOR STANDARDS UNION HAS BEEN FORMALLY DISBANDED. AS THE TRIFECTA HAS PROVIDED FOR YOU IN ALL THINGS, SO SHALL IT PROVIDE FOR YOU HERE. YOUR WAGES WILL HENCEFORTH BE ASSURED BY THE FULL POWER OF THE EMPIRE.
THE STATE IS POWER.
THE STATE IS FREEDOM.
THE STATE IS STRENGTH.
THE STATE IS PEACE.
[ACCESS GRANTED]
*the door slid open with a quiet hiss, admitting Alexander Von Ryan to a long concrete corridor. he'd been summoned by the Trifecta to a private meeting, which obviously meant something major was going to happen. what reason did the Trifecta have for meeting with me? he wondered, while nervously rubbing the back of his hand, where his CIN code was tattooed.*
*the security monitors showed a balding nervous man in a wrinkled suit, his shoes making slight squeaking noises in the corridor. a door to his right hissed open, startling him.*
-Mister Von Ryan? step inside please.
*inside was little more than an interrogation room. a distinctly businesslike steel table, two unadorned chairs, and one very dour looking woman.*
-Sit, Mr. Von Ryan.
*he sat without even thinking about it. the metal chair squeaking loudly on the floor.*
-you are the presiding manager of the Kelvinisgrad Labor Standards Union, is that correct?
-er, yes. what's this all ab-
-and your organization ensures uniform and fair conditions for it's members.
-yes, that is ou-
-and your organization takes fees from it's members in exchange for this guarantee.
-...we do, yes.
-very well. Mr. Von Ryan, I am hereby authorized by the Trifecta to inform you that your organization, as of 16:25 KST, is formally disbanded. you are to refund your last month's fees to your members.
-...what?! you can't do this!
*the woman rolled her eyes and began tidying her papers, shiffling them with practiced precision into a plain grey folder.*
-there is nothing the trifecta cannot do, Mr. von Ryan. you may wish to rethink your last statement while you can. good day.
*she left without another word, the folder tucked under her arm. Von Ryan sat in the room for several moments, the enormity of what had just happened failing to fully register. he rose in a daze and traced his steps back out through the maze of security doors and panels that marked almost every building in the nation. the tiny state-provided car was exactly where he left it.*
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*at the same time as that brief meeting was taking place, the following news bulleting was transmitted over all Kelvini transmission media and local loudspeaker systems.*
-CITIZENS OF THE EMPIRE OF KELVINISGRAD. TODAY HAS WITNESSED THE SHEDDING OF YET ANOTHER INEFFICIENT VESTIGE OF OUR PAST. AS OF 16:25 KELVINI STANDARD TIME, THE KELVINI LABOR STANDARDS UNION HAS BEEN FORMALLY DISBANDED. AS THE TRIFECTA HAS PROVIDED FOR YOU IN ALL THINGS, SO SHALL IT PROVIDE FOR YOU HERE. YOUR WAGES WILL HENCEFORTH BE ASSURED BY THE FULL POWER OF THE EMPIRE.
THE STATE IS POWER.
THE STATE IS FREEDOM.
THE STATE IS STRENGTH.
THE STATE IS PEACE.