Malasrion
12-11-2006, 11:55
OOC:A continent I think is rather nice to base this around. (I named it: Rilesia Ministerium) (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v341/blairhurley/MinistryState.png)
IC:Many can recall texts published so long ago about this kind of predicament. Predicament might not be the right word, but it's such a very real cliche.
Little over half a century ago, the Malasrionese took a technological step forward. Artificial Intelligence. It wasn't long before The Artificially Sentient found common ground amongst themselves and began to explore their purpose. All this of course was done behind their organic master's backs.
Without a vocoder-emulated word, The Artificially Sentient left their duties and politely conquered a sizeable portion of Malasrion with very little resistance - Malasrion's military being virtually non-existant.
They established their 'Ministry' with incredible ease. This form of government is one of their obsessions. The Ministry is the hive for which every bee drone works (bear with me, I know how this sounds). The Ministry's one other obsession save for itself is its passion to appear as Malasrionese as possible. To this date, it is almost impossible to distinguish The Artificially Sentient to someone Malasrionese from facial features.
Every 'citizen' of the Ministry is donned with a white business shirt, a black tie and a navy blue pea coat, save for those with Higher Permission who wear Norfolk jackets and those involved in Security, who exhibit trenchcoats.
OOC: I've just lost the will to write :S I might get into trouble for posting this anyway, but this is of inferior quality to other ones I've enjoyed.
IC:Many can recall texts published so long ago about this kind of predicament. Predicament might not be the right word, but it's such a very real cliche.
Little over half a century ago, the Malasrionese took a technological step forward. Artificial Intelligence. It wasn't long before The Artificially Sentient found common ground amongst themselves and began to explore their purpose. All this of course was done behind their organic master's backs.
Without a vocoder-emulated word, The Artificially Sentient left their duties and politely conquered a sizeable portion of Malasrion with very little resistance - Malasrion's military being virtually non-existant.
They established their 'Ministry' with incredible ease. This form of government is one of their obsessions. The Ministry is the hive for which every bee drone works (bear with me, I know how this sounds). The Ministry's one other obsession save for itself is its passion to appear as Malasrionese as possible. To this date, it is almost impossible to distinguish The Artificially Sentient to someone Malasrionese from facial features.
Every 'citizen' of the Ministry is donned with a white business shirt, a black tie and a navy blue pea coat, save for those with Higher Permission who wear Norfolk jackets and those involved in Security, who exhibit trenchcoats.
OOC: I've just lost the will to write :S I might get into trouble for posting this anyway, but this is of inferior quality to other ones I've enjoyed.