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The POD of this story is that after a major economic crash in 2030 starting in Europe due to the disintegration of the EU, the State in much of the western world becomes defunct replaced with the rule of the corporation. nations were now nothing more than a designation used by marketing departments to design appropriate advertising campaigns, this is my story set in this world I hope you like my first snippet!!!



This historical commentary is compiled from records made accessible under the worldwide freedom of information act 2103. The ‘writer’ is the famous Historian Castellany Catalina reproduced by Malian incorporated, retro division.


“The Great Crash destroyed what trust the general public had left for the state, they turned to the corporation as a way of surviving’ former commodities trader J.Gecko 22 June 2060

“Big brother has arrived just as predicted in the previous century but the true tragedy is that no one seems to have noticed.” Taken from the last uncensored New York Times letters page 24 March 2051

“in a society where nothing unreal is forbidden, but reality is restricted, illusion will triumph over the undeniable every time” extract from the keynote speech of the 2050 world psychoanalyst society con.

“Observation is the spine of justice.” Quote from the first public statement by the head of 'The Unified Corporate Authority, Security minister Alexander Feygor, 16th of September 2049...





Transcribed from central records data source: GrB sector, listening post 623, larches walk ward, 23:50 to 23:54 world standard time, 24th December 2099.


Rain poured down from a sky churning with dark clouds turning the surroundings monochrome, all the usual sounds of a metropolis were muffled by an all encompassing fog of water droplets drip, drip, dripping down the camera pickup. Everything was distant, distorted as if seen through a misted pane of glass, the pale green outlines of Personal Information boxes appearing and disappearing around people’s heads like dirty halos at a carnival costume party.

One figure increased in size as the camera zoomed in, dressed in a grey waterproof poncho, the only individual in a river of people standing still, leaning on the concrete wall at the edge of an anonymous flyover between looming neon clad buildings dominating the older city below like Goliath and David, accept in this story David was the corpse in the dust. This shadowy individual seemed to be inspecting the city for flaws, like some prospector with a diamond just prised from the earths grasp. The introspective moment seemed to pass and the figure turned to walk onwards, but stopped, attention suddenly on something else.

“Accept call from Regional Minister Tensor Bates?” The mellow female voice of the sub vocal communicator intoned

“Accept call, audio only and record to personal data file.”

“Hello do I have the pleasure of speaking to C.C.Steller?” the voice of Regional Minister Bates seemed to ooze grease and insincerity in equal measure.

“Don’t be anal Bates, of course it is, and you called my number did you not?” Replied Steller seemingly resigned to speak to him but not happy about it.

“Indeed let us dispense with the pleasantries. I have work for you.” The blunt statement at odds with his previous tone, but somehow totally in character lying upon the conversation like a lead life jacket on a drowning sailor.

“Would you care to explain, or do I have to guess?” replied Steller in the same abrupt tone.

Assuming a formal pompous tone of voice, Bates pronounced “I am retaining your services as a supervisory compensation insurance assessor to investigate a most important case. To be exact secure file, code Belizean nymphet alpha kappa 2420 you migh...”

“Cute name, who thought up that clanger?” cutting him off in mid word

“As you seem to be in a pedantic mood reminiscent of so many of our discussions in the past, I will just download the facts to your comp and leave you to your assessing.” Steller replied by saying.

“What right have you to talk about the past? To you and all your kind the past means nothing there is only the present.” Inflamed Steller abandoned the previous tone of bored resignation.

“If that is the way you want it that is the way you shall have it, good luck, we shall, worse luck speak again.” Bates cut the connection leaving Steller, isolated, seemingly alone in a crowd of constantly renewing individuals walking towards to a common destination that excluded C. C. Steller.
 
fair enough! reposted in correct forum, it is not an anti EU Timeline just a trigger event that causes dislocation due to the collapse of the inta linked economic structure that exists in the western world today a domino effect leading to a large scale technological manorial system where there is freedom of thought via virtual interactions but to live day to day you have to sell your soul to the company store as it were.
 
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