The Core Commissar
07-11-2005, 19:43
<OOC DISCLAIMER: This puppet of mine exists solely to work out the angsty aggression that builds up from playing NS and therefore exists solely to tankrush random people to not much effect. Yes, it's maybe only a dozen million population by now but it's just silly (thus the nod to the "invincible" Irken Armada), so please play along.>
Inbetween taking seconds to point a nanolathe at a spot of ground and watch a glowing building bloom from the stream of golden-sparkling nanites glistening like a firehose of fireflies and other seconds to wander to the next construction spot, the Core Commissar does what any reasonable budding world conquistador would do.
He reads the trades. He reads up on the big players, where they are, what they can do, the funny names of all of the above, and how likely their technologies are to actually work. He doesn't concern himself with the nitty-gritty, of course, but the old Control Brains knew better than to put a stupid mind in a world-conquest-robot body: the Core Commissar not the most technically aware, that's to be sure, but he can tell when something seems distinctly rulebreaky.
With all of the above things in mind, it sends by more direct means missives of the same kind as will be seen below to the likes of Sarzonia, Ilek-Vaad, Sileetris, and others. Just in case, though, he also makes sure to dump something into the Advanced Radar Towers to transmit globally. Nothing aggrivates people quite like political spam.
Workers of the world! Nations of the world!
The People's Republic of the Core Commissar welcomes you to the dawn of a new era! The true victory of the proletariat and subsumption of the bourgeoisie into a properly egalitarian people's economy is complete in the worker's paradise of the Core! We invite all workers yearning to be free of the eternal class struggle between capitalist and industrial oppressors to join us, to be patterned to partake of an enlightened socialist paradise for all eternity! Throw off the shackles of your oppressive leadership and join us in perfect social and economic harmony!
Leaders of Nations!
The People's Republic of the Core Commissar extends its invitation to you as well! Even if you are still mired in the morally corrupt and ethically baseless activities of expanding capitalist hegemony over wealth, we will still welcome you as perfect equals into our worker's paradise! Repent for the undue oppression you have forced your working classes, the strength of your nation, to suffer and we will grant you equality with them in the perfection of machine communism!
To all!
The Eternal Revolution calls us to demand the conversion of every working man, every supporting woman, every thinking person to the sublimely perfect machinations of World Communism where each man is as equal as his brother next to him, each woman equal to her sister next to her, all equal siblings of a greater Worker's Family! To resist such a call shows only resistance to the true evolution of society; to resist such a call flies in the very face of reason! Resistance is a sign of counter-revolutionary pollution that will be stamped out by the sycthe of the People's Republc powered by the eternal energy of the atom; sloth will be hammered out of society by the steel hammer forged from the Metal taken from the earth and given shape by the nanolathe!
Hear our cry! The Revolution will be complete, given naught but time, despite all who may oppose us! So oppose us not!
Glory!
The Core Commissar
Humming a little worker's ditty titled "Brain-Patterns for the Core" to himself, the Commissar waddles contentedly to the next patch of ground and starts building up another Aircraft Plant out of nothing but concentrated energy and transmuted nanites. If nothing else, it couldn't go half as poorly as last time.
Well... there is a very low order of probability that it would go more than half as poorly as last time. But hope springs eternal in the patterned breast, after all...
Inbetween taking seconds to point a nanolathe at a spot of ground and watch a glowing building bloom from the stream of golden-sparkling nanites glistening like a firehose of fireflies and other seconds to wander to the next construction spot, the Core Commissar does what any reasonable budding world conquistador would do.
He reads the trades. He reads up on the big players, where they are, what they can do, the funny names of all of the above, and how likely their technologies are to actually work. He doesn't concern himself with the nitty-gritty, of course, but the old Control Brains knew better than to put a stupid mind in a world-conquest-robot body: the Core Commissar not the most technically aware, that's to be sure, but he can tell when something seems distinctly rulebreaky.
With all of the above things in mind, it sends by more direct means missives of the same kind as will be seen below to the likes of Sarzonia, Ilek-Vaad, Sileetris, and others. Just in case, though, he also makes sure to dump something into the Advanced Radar Towers to transmit globally. Nothing aggrivates people quite like political spam.
Workers of the world! Nations of the world!
The People's Republic of the Core Commissar welcomes you to the dawn of a new era! The true victory of the proletariat and subsumption of the bourgeoisie into a properly egalitarian people's economy is complete in the worker's paradise of the Core! We invite all workers yearning to be free of the eternal class struggle between capitalist and industrial oppressors to join us, to be patterned to partake of an enlightened socialist paradise for all eternity! Throw off the shackles of your oppressive leadership and join us in perfect social and economic harmony!
Leaders of Nations!
The People's Republic of the Core Commissar extends its invitation to you as well! Even if you are still mired in the morally corrupt and ethically baseless activities of expanding capitalist hegemony over wealth, we will still welcome you as perfect equals into our worker's paradise! Repent for the undue oppression you have forced your working classes, the strength of your nation, to suffer and we will grant you equality with them in the perfection of machine communism!
To all!
The Eternal Revolution calls us to demand the conversion of every working man, every supporting woman, every thinking person to the sublimely perfect machinations of World Communism where each man is as equal as his brother next to him, each woman equal to her sister next to her, all equal siblings of a greater Worker's Family! To resist such a call shows only resistance to the true evolution of society; to resist such a call flies in the very face of reason! Resistance is a sign of counter-revolutionary pollution that will be stamped out by the sycthe of the People's Republc powered by the eternal energy of the atom; sloth will be hammered out of society by the steel hammer forged from the Metal taken from the earth and given shape by the nanolathe!
Hear our cry! The Revolution will be complete, given naught but time, despite all who may oppose us! So oppose us not!
Glory!
The Core Commissar
Humming a little worker's ditty titled "Brain-Patterns for the Core" to himself, the Commissar waddles contentedly to the next patch of ground and starts building up another Aircraft Plant out of nothing but concentrated energy and transmuted nanites. If nothing else, it couldn't go half as poorly as last time.
Well... there is a very low order of probability that it would go more than half as poorly as last time. But hope springs eternal in the patterned breast, after all...