<The Republic of ancient AlasCanada brings the repaired aircraft carrier home. There is a great celebration and joy over this symbol of US sovereignty and power. Against some of the Alaskan leaders' wishes, the pilots put on an airshow for the kids and the survivors. To give them hope of a new beginning, and to let them know, the past isn't dead and they aren't in the stone age. Some in the govt grumble at this expense and consider it political posturing.>
<Alaska continues to build schools, civil and military installations, both above ground and in sheltered locations. All citizens are soldiers, working to protect the land, explore science and work towards a future where they can use energy efficiently and avoid triggering another post-apocalyptic situation.>
<Further work on HAARP technology and efficiency helps Alaskans build new camps and bases in places on Earth never civilize before. They take the Arctic route to find their way to other land and searoutes. New townships are built in a communal, centralized fashion, with the prospect of mostly independent governance if they manage to recreate or invent significant scientific advancements and figure out a way out of the mess Madagascar and the central US govt created for them.>
<In over a year, they have settled close to a million people, including refugees from 21 other states in the USA, Russia and Canada. Only the best and brightest are taken in. The stupid, the lazy, the weak are given the ability to settle their own communities but not allowed into the power structure. It is potentially troubling that the highest number of Alaskans seem to be mixed-race or of Far Eastern and South Eastern descent. Murmurings in the white, hispanic and black communities of racism and elitism begin to crop up. They are told 'race' is a social human construct, one the Alaskans cannot afford to believe in. They aren't inferior because of race. They're inferior because of themselves. They are told to work harder. Those who change their ways are re-integrated. Most don't. Some thing this is harsh. Alaskans leaders tell them, 'We are in this mess because we accepted inferior humans who were lazy and worked off others' blood and sweat. We cannot allow that to happen again. If they're not hardworking, they're bearmeal.'>
<Groups of refugees surround Alaskan lands, looking for handouts. They are often resettled, given work in new zones and told to bring back objects of significance. Thus the Scourer gangs are formed>
The exiled, disgruntled peoples begin to call the Alaskans 'Spartans'.
AC Clan, Commonwealth of ArenaC Monday, September 23, 2019
TV: News Reporter: N-Day is coming, nuclear war pla- (Screen goes black) Alert system voice: Programming has been suspended indefinitely on this channel. Please stand by. This is a national emergency. (TV screen now shows: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/353546228493058050/625597596181725184/9A8D5AA5-A32B-48B4-8AB1-390840E75AEB.png) (Alert tones)
EA-LS voice: The following message is transmitted at the request of the Government of the Commonwealth of ArenaC. This is a national emergency. More details to follow.
This is an Emergency Action Notification. All broadcast stations are required by law to broadcast this Emergency Action Notification. This is ADCN. We will continue to serve the Arenite Capitol area.
Details on this transmission are as follows...
N-Day, or Nuclear Day, is a day or days where nuclear war ensues. There are at least 200 missiles projected to strike the Commonwealth of ArenaC. This includes: All of ArenaC.
All of ArenaC will be destroyed. The nation will succumb to destruction, waste, and rotting. Our spirit will not be gone. Successor states, if the land is inhabitable ever again, will remember us-
Update: The Head of State at this time has a message for all of ArenaC to hear. Please stand by.
ArenaC Head of State AC: ďHello, population of ArenaC. I am here to inform you all that nuclear strikes will be inbound in 3 days. We are preparing many nuclear/fallout shelters. This will not do the nation any good, but it will save you all. I, on the other hand, am not likely to be there. But who knows? Thank you, ArenaC, and rest in piece, wonderful nation.Ē
That was the Head of State.
We will fall, but will not be forgotten.
God bless ArenaC, and god bless The East Pacific.
This is an Emergency Action Notification.......
(The message, aside from the Head of State portion, is repeated.)
(ArenaC is preparing to be in a state of total chaos.)
<As Alaska continues to spread and gather people from former USA, Canada, Mexico, Russia and China, they begin to see new threats emerge. Poverty, self-made drug development, inequity between the haves and haves-nots. People are pushing towards keeping use of oil and natural gas forever, seeing how Alaska has tons. The plan to switch completely to renewable energy hits a road bump>
<Researchers and philosophers are considered jewels of the State. The needs for government and collective social building are starting to show up every day. Roads to be mended, new waterways, local building decisions one group of citizens have different views on from others living far away. Multiple political factions arise, as they always do when there is comfort and the fears of dying are pulled away. The most alarming of them all are the Big government and Pro-Oil movements. Journalism is reborn and funded by individuals, and they begin clamoring for a Referendum, and for the public to have a say.>
<The founders of Greater AlasCanada see the developments, appreciate their opinion and suggest a public vote. Before it is take, all the cronies of the newly established 'power elite' are put in prison. For 10 days, all the people of Greater AlasCanada are gathered to the main cities, and shown proof of the world of the past. Little bits and pieces of intel, collected by close to a hundred missions around the two continents, stitch together a story of great environmental upset yet to come. The public is forced to look upon the truth of going down the line of ignorance. Then, suddenly, the power is turned off. The world becomes dark and frigid. People begin to get scared. There are calls for help, but a million people are stuck in place. In their heads they hear the voice 'Don't worry, this is all according to the plan. Please remain in place.'
Some try to run, some attempt to stampede. It seems like the Alaskan Surival Retraining is beginning to show its cracks. But the group provides support where the individual fails. They help out, provide support, give them a helping hand, prevent anyone getting dashed under others' boots. They wait in the cold darnkess, listening to the bears and the wolves and the owls, seeing the stars in the sky brighten like they haven't for a whole year. It feels like they've been transported to that horrid time just after the Incident, again.
<There is a screech of static as Councilwoman Mbombo readies herself to speak to the audience. This will be one of her State's most important decisions, and they are using newly developed ARS (Amplified Resonant sound) tech. The sound waves cannot be heard by those that aren't used to the frigid cold and specific climate of Alaska, or those who haven't consumed the Asalbaroch plant. An essential part of the ritual of AlasCanadian citizenship.>
'I greet you, citizens of AlasCanada. Do not worry, don't panic.' Her voice is conversational and soothing. The mild agoraphobics and people who were yelling for the power to be turned back on, stop their fidgeting. And they listen.
'Do you remember? This is how it was. When the world ended. When USA, the greatest power in history, collapsed. This is how we found ourselves. In the dark, cold, hungry, afraid, surrounded by natural predators that had the upper hand. Even in a crowd we felt alone, desperate, weak, helpless. Do you remember?'
There is silence for a few seconds.
'You know why we are here. Our newly born 'conservatives' wish to go back to a system of powerplay, and lobbyism, rule of the oligarchy, adherence to 'ancient customs'. Perhaps they'll want capitalism next. They do not understand that the old ways led us to this situation, and only by the grace of Science and Sheer Luck have we survived. No gods came, did they?'
She pauses and stares at as many of them as they can. She turns to one of the founders, her close friend and now Conservative factionist, Giles Lungren.
'Did Jesus Christ descend from the heavens, Giles, when u were stuck under that car? Or was it Spike over there, that risked his life?'
Her gaze keeps turning.
'Did Allah step down from His mighty throne, Habibul, when the wolves threatened to eat you alive on our first hunting trip? Or do you not remember Councilwoman Bella, who now has 9 toes because she lost one getting you out of that mess?'
She continues to look into the crowd of the oil-loving big govt craving Conservatives. They can't match the intensity of her eyes.
Mbombo looks up from them, and nods to someone off in the distance. Power and warmth come back to AlasCanada. Everyone sighs in relief, and a collective murmur of happiness spreads thru the throngs.
Mbombo, now lit up, her face visible on the large holoscreens hovering in the air, speaks to the whole of AlasCanada. 'It will be hard to get back to where we were, my friends. We cannot make the mistakes we've made before. It will be very difficult to move away from oil and fossil fuels, but we MUST use the natural energies Earth gives us. Look at how successful we've been already. With HAARP. With pocket bioenergy generation. With our defensive fortification and natural powered ice-drilling. There is yet a new technology, based on Earth's natural energy, that we continue to work on. I don't wish to promise too much too soon, but it might be an even greater game changer than HAARP.'
A million people do a million things when they hear this news. From excited sqeuals to surprised gasps to whoops of joy to calls of 'I told ya the gummint was hiding summat!'
Mbombo resumes and they fall silent. 'My brothers and sisters, I'm afraid you are under a false belief. Did I lead you to believe, this technology was just discovered? Oh no, it was re-discovered. Just like the foundations of weather control technology has existed since the 1930s. A hundred years have passed and we've let it sit on the shelf, because selfish men loved the power of oil and gas and did not love the future of the human species. We didn't use it, because we had short cuts. Oil. Gas. Big capitalists gorged on them, big lobbyists pushed for them, big government went to bat for them. And that is how we came to where we are.'
She stops. The crowd is once again confused.
Do you really want to go back to those old ways of unnamed oligarchs and a USA infected with closet imperialism and wars killing our young generations? Do you know why Madagascar attacked us as viciously as it did? A tiny island in an Ocean far far away?'
The crowd fell so quiet, one could the AlasCanadian wind blowing thru the maze of humans, perhaps the greatest collection of our species ever in one place. And everyone, everyone, watched one woman on a stage, in the center.
'To get our attention,' Mbombo said. 'To get revenge. Along with China, we were kings of taking the country to the brink of environmental catastrophe. Their island was being flooded and hit by storms every week. They lost too many to keep their sanity. And then, they lost all of their humanity. They wanted revenge on the world. India. China. Us.'
'It is the opinion of all our living scientists, save two that are sitting with the Conservative Big-Govt Big-Oil Big-Lobbyist faction, that we have to move away from the old ways. No fossil fuels, no unnecessary military spending, no public jobs for life, no big governmentalism, no lobbyists, no favoritism, no defense lawyers without any moral obligations to the species. Otherwise,' she turns towards the screens floating in the air, 'this is what will happen.'
<The power and heat go out again, this time more suddenly. This time, no one panics. In the darkness, people notice a brightness above their heads and lift their eyes from the Councilwoman's face to stare. The multiple flat holographic projections in the sky broadcasting Mbombo's speech combine. Slice by slice, a huge 3 dimensional vista has been created. It isn't the 8k they were used to in the days of America-of-Yore. The screen is clearly HAARP generated static wind fields. But in the darkness of the AlasCanadian night, it feels more real to them than the ground they stand on. The hologram dips and falls upon the very ground on which they stand, so it looks like they are now part of the scene. A million people bear witness to the greatest mass 3d virtual experience man will ever experience.
<It starts slowly. Water dripping. The sun falling upon trees and leaves. Water continues to drip, drip drip. Ice sheaths melt. The oceans begins rising, multiple hurricanes form. More hurricanes. More hurricanes. Bigger. Faster. More destructive. People continue to shriek and scream to get away from the holographs, and are only held in place by the sheer mass of the crowd and the voices in their ears saying 'This is only a simulation. Don't panic.'>
<A second later, AlasCanada has turned into the Himalayas. Earthquakes crack the ground beneath them and open wide. A second later, they're in LA, and it's falling into the ocean. Moments later they're in the savannah, the steppes, Antarctica.. Animals are dying of heat, nation after low-lying nation swallowed up by rising sea levels. It is horrendous. People begin crying and screaming and closing their eyes. It is horrible. Then it stops, and the power resumes.>
<Mbombo's voice resumes.>
'Do we want these to come true? Do we want to force another nation to do what Madagascar did again? Can we not rise above our animal instinct to think only about the next day's worth of living, and learn to plan in decades? Do we want' she pointed at the gang of lobby-loving liars, now holding their heads stiff, chins up, pretending to laugh it off, 'them to get ensconced in power AGAIN and take over our democratic freedoms, while pretending to let you dictate?'
'Well, if that's what you want, you can have it. You've seen the environmental evidence. You've heard from the scientists in the shape of You've heard my poor words. You must decide. Every one that wishes to take part in the public vote, will have to prove a scientific literacy test. The booklets will be handed out to you. Please stay in the capital city for the next 3 days. You will only be allowed to test if you can pass them, and know what it is you are voting on. Because we have not allowed the big lobbyist-big govt-big oil group to present their side, they will have these 3 days to convince you what we showed you was a lie, an exaggeration, or perhaps misguided. It's in your hands now. The fate of AlasCanada and the Earth is in your hands. I now invite the faction that wishes for big government reform, oil dependence and America-of-yore values to tell you their perspective.'
She steps off the stage, solemnfaced. The opposition faction make their speeches, one after another. For three days they try to convince the people of AlasCanada that Project Fear 2.0 is nonsense, that things were great in the old days, that they must Make America Great Again.
<When the public votes are taken, 91% vote in favor of Environmental development and getting away from oil dependence, 74% against military overbudgeting, 96% against Big Lobbyists and 68% against Big Government and establishment of the political elite. The three tarnished factions are suggested they take means to protect themselves from those sending them death threats, and people are warned death threats might result in expulsion from the Country, and that vigilante violence will not be tolerated. Six hundreds thousand of people, instead, ask for a class action lawsuit against the Conservatives. They abscond the next day, to the outer fringes of the country. Some are found murdered, others hang themselves in shame. No one can pretend to shed a tear>