HotRodia
10-03-2009, 05:52
MoH Home Office
004 El Dorado Drive
HotRodia City, HotRodia
As she slammed one of her pristine fists into the practice dummy, Meritania Garrote (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11969898&postcount=9) mused that political assassination had never been a terribly common practice in HotRodia, given the serious lack of political figures that accompanied widespread anarchy. But recent reports indicated a certain degree of renewed interest in political assassination after the past few years of her tenure had revealed that she had more influence than the corporations who liked to think that they ruled the nation could stomach. Shamus Coloro had been the last to attempt it out of a series of five attempts to date. Meritania slammed her heel into another portion of the dummy a little more forcefully than before at the thought. The Coloro fellow had been the first to make it far enough that he might have actually succeeded, and it did not sit well with her that he had done so. It indicated that someone was getting better at choosing their assassins, and her intelligence sources had not yet revealed who was behind those choices. Given HotRodia's extremely free enterprise system, she suspected that it was someone with enough money to bribe even her extraordinarily well-paid agents to look the other way. With that kind of wealth, there was no doubt that the person could keep hiring killers for years.
One last knee strike, and it was time to move out of a reverie and into the rest of the day. The presence of the Minister of Hospitality was in high demand, and that meant ribbon-cuttings, surprisingly lucrative speeches at universities, meals with people who either believed themselves to be or actually were of sufficient importance to command her attention, and reviewing the messages sent by HotRodians from all walks of life. Those were always amusing, the requests for sexual favors especially. It was horribly predictable how many infantile men and women wanted desperately to have sex with a perfectly-formed android. Granted, many of them would have cybernetic implants or cyber-chemical enhancements, but there was still quite a gulf between Meritania and most humans. Nonetheless, human social realities beckoned to her. As she stepped out of her chambers and into her aide's office, those realities were immediately apparent, prompting a very human sigh.
004 El Dorado Drive
HotRodia City, HotRodia
As she slammed one of her pristine fists into the practice dummy, Meritania Garrote (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11969898&postcount=9) mused that political assassination had never been a terribly common practice in HotRodia, given the serious lack of political figures that accompanied widespread anarchy. But recent reports indicated a certain degree of renewed interest in political assassination after the past few years of her tenure had revealed that she had more influence than the corporations who liked to think that they ruled the nation could stomach. Shamus Coloro had been the last to attempt it out of a series of five attempts to date. Meritania slammed her heel into another portion of the dummy a little more forcefully than before at the thought. The Coloro fellow had been the first to make it far enough that he might have actually succeeded, and it did not sit well with her that he had done so. It indicated that someone was getting better at choosing their assassins, and her intelligence sources had not yet revealed who was behind those choices. Given HotRodia's extremely free enterprise system, she suspected that it was someone with enough money to bribe even her extraordinarily well-paid agents to look the other way. With that kind of wealth, there was no doubt that the person could keep hiring killers for years.
One last knee strike, and it was time to move out of a reverie and into the rest of the day. The presence of the Minister of Hospitality was in high demand, and that meant ribbon-cuttings, surprisingly lucrative speeches at universities, meals with people who either believed themselves to be or actually were of sufficient importance to command her attention, and reviewing the messages sent by HotRodians from all walks of life. Those were always amusing, the requests for sexual favors especially. It was horribly predictable how many infantile men and women wanted desperately to have sex with a perfectly-formed android. Granted, many of them would have cybernetic implants or cyber-chemical enhancements, but there was still quite a gulf between Meritania and most humans. Nonetheless, human social realities beckoned to her. As she stepped out of her chambers and into her aide's office, those realities were immediately apparent, prompting a very human sigh.