Hakeka
12-02-2007, 00:01
This is the new diplomacy thread.
Been a while since I was last on, so while I was gone I came up with some fresh new ideas for my nation (well Accelerando (http://accelerando.org) mostly)
Getting to the good stuff...
Welcome to the third decade, century four, millenium the fourth. Molecular nanotechnology has made possible the construction of planet-sized supercomputers strung in orbit around the Sun. Meanwhile, officials in the socialist government of Hakeka argue over how to tax the "netfreaks" - the unofficial name assigned to the growing minority (15.4 million) of those who have left behind their physical existences to live a life on the Internet, in tailored environments reminiscent of some 21st-century MMORPGs. Intelligence-enhancing technologies have led to the rise of corporate "borganisms", among other things, and pet owners are running scared from a new generation of erect, talking cats.
Half a light-year out from planet Datema, the Sedna Imperium has declared war on its rivals, the Orbis Collective and its affiliates, including Kraaler Infotech, which for the most part owns a good deal of the Western Oort Cloud.
Against this backdrop of chaos, some one billion still submit to the socialist societies. We'll see how that plays out...
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Two light-years out, far from the wave of change that has enveloped the inner system, a lone ship traverses a long, graceful arc around its parent star.
There are no life-forms aboard the ship in the traditional sense of the word. The huge tin can is composed of a formless sort of memory diamond, a substance designed to process and store entire avobits of data, etched upon which is a library containing the ghosts of once-humans. Tending this library is the Curator, an artificial intelligence otherwise known as Ronin.
Ronin's purpose is to serve as Hakeka's emmisary to the stars, alongside the fifteen dormant posthumans. So as his/her/its ship traverses its orbit, it broadcasts a long, endlessly repeating signal, a sequence of the prime numbers into the hundreds of thousands.
And he/she/it waits.
(ooc: hmm, looking back, should have a different name.)
Been a while since I was last on, so while I was gone I came up with some fresh new ideas for my nation (well Accelerando (http://accelerando.org) mostly)
Getting to the good stuff...
Welcome to the third decade, century four, millenium the fourth. Molecular nanotechnology has made possible the construction of planet-sized supercomputers strung in orbit around the Sun. Meanwhile, officials in the socialist government of Hakeka argue over how to tax the "netfreaks" - the unofficial name assigned to the growing minority (15.4 million) of those who have left behind their physical existences to live a life on the Internet, in tailored environments reminiscent of some 21st-century MMORPGs. Intelligence-enhancing technologies have led to the rise of corporate "borganisms", among other things, and pet owners are running scared from a new generation of erect, talking cats.
Half a light-year out from planet Datema, the Sedna Imperium has declared war on its rivals, the Orbis Collective and its affiliates, including Kraaler Infotech, which for the most part owns a good deal of the Western Oort Cloud.
Against this backdrop of chaos, some one billion still submit to the socialist societies. We'll see how that plays out...
--
Two light-years out, far from the wave of change that has enveloped the inner system, a lone ship traverses a long, graceful arc around its parent star.
There are no life-forms aboard the ship in the traditional sense of the word. The huge tin can is composed of a formless sort of memory diamond, a substance designed to process and store entire avobits of data, etched upon which is a library containing the ghosts of once-humans. Tending this library is the Curator, an artificial intelligence otherwise known as Ronin.
Ronin's purpose is to serve as Hakeka's emmisary to the stars, alongside the fifteen dormant posthumans. So as his/her/its ship traverses its orbit, it broadcasts a long, endlessly repeating signal, a sequence of the prime numbers into the hundreds of thousands.
And he/she/it waits.
(ooc: hmm, looking back, should have a different name.)