Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts
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Monday, June 27, 2022

Real-Life Conflict

 

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Hello, Everyone.
 
I've been debating whether or not I wanted to say something, particularly because I don't know how it will be received, but I feel like I'm morally obligated to at this point. I know plenty of those people who read here are not from the United States, nor do the politics of my country directly or even indirectly affect your lives, so you really have very little reason to care outside of a passing interest in world politics. With that said, however, I wanted to say something.
 
First off, for those of you that are possibly still unaware, there was a recent ruling by the United States Supreme Court that they have overturned a key case known as Roe vs. Wade. This case was a keystone that allowed for the safe practice of abortion and female reproductive rights within the United States, allowing for and providing protection of medical and bodily autonomy. However, due to the beliefs of a loud but strategically placed minority, those rights have now been stripped away from women across a majority of the United States, making them less of a person depending on the state where they might live. Worse yet, there have been multiple comments implying the intent is to try to actively ban these rights in locations where it is protected by State legislature as well as targeting the same for protections that exist for LGBT individuals as well as birth control methods.

I've been trying to think of what to say, to think of some eloquent or well thought-out means of portraying my thoughts on the matter and, candidly, my lack of ability to do so is the part of the reason I debated saying anything. However, at the end of the day, I'm fucking appalled by my country and the fucking dehumanizing policies that have been passed, and the only thing I can do at this time is to express anger and disgust.

Just to target a few of the early questions. No, I am not a female. No, I have not ever needed nor do I believe I will ever need these medical practices. No, I haven't even dealt with anyone within my friends or family groups that have even NEEDED these practices. However, that does not make this anymore appalling or infuriating as we, as a country, have been taking steps backward for many years now and this was a big fucking leap.
 
The atrocities that humanity may face are sometimes little and sometimes big. Sometimes they're creeping, slow, and only seen when viewed in relief against the shadows of the past. And sometimes they're plain as day.

It's very often easy to think of the conflict within stories to be something that is there only for the drama of the tale. To think of villainous actors and the horrors and atrocious acts that they commit in the name of good literature to be relegated to some bygone era or to the exclusive land of fiction. However, we need to remember that the terrible things we love to hate in fiction are not exclusive to storybooks and these things often have real world examples or parallels. Likewise, while stories often have big, grand, and commonly singular heroes, life rarely plays out so simply.

We need heroes. 
 
But, unlike books and stories, more often then not those heroes are not going to truly realize their impact. There are no knights in shining armor single handedly fighting a dragon. There's no sole survivor detonating the spacecraft to save the human race. There's not even a singular whistleblower that reveals the corrupt and malicious who are working against the people they are meant to protect and provide succor. There are only normal people.

For most, there is no singular view of success. There is no epic battle that your average retail worker is going to see. Your local plumber is not going to go on some grand quest and your neighborhood baby sitter isn't going to single-handedly dismantle the systems that are oppressing the American populous and trying to hand the power of the people to a select and privileged few. And, unfortunately, for many this will discourage them. They feel powerless. Unheard, unwanted, and enslaved to a life where they are nothing more than slaves to those in power. Fortunately for those in power, this is what they want you to feel.

Do. Not. Give. In.

All of the changes that have happened for the betterment of people have been the unification of singular people into a group who are unwilling to back down and unwilling to take anymore shit. Feeling divided and hopeless is what gives those forcibly stripping power the ability to do so. It is inconvenient, it is hard, and it is messy, but if you want better than you have, you have to fight for it. You must reach out to your neighbors, to your friends, to your family, to all those around you who are much more like you then they are different and say 'Enough is fucking enough.'

Many of us want life to be different than it is. For all the bad stuff to just disappear. We want to ignore things that are hard and we want it to just go away if you just turn your head long enough. And, in a way, it will go away. Freedom of choice will go away. Freedom of movement. Freedom of autonomy and the rights to free will and action. At this point, if we wait long enough, everything that made the country we live in great in any fashion will, indeed, go away.

So, I say again, we need heroes.

We don't need dragon slayers or heroes of fiction. We need people willing to do what is right in the face of the difficulties that will occur. We need unified, group action that says to those in power we are no longer going to be an easy mark and no longer going to let them rape and pillage our rights, our lands, and our lives. We need to act as one and say in one voice 'We don't need or want your version of history anymore.'.

I'm truly sorry. 
 
I know this isn't what you would normally expect from my site, but unfortunately I haven't been able to write or think about much else. For those of you who are indifferent to this, well, here's hoping it's because you are not American rather than simply deaf to the suffering of your countrymen and women. For those of you who are scared and being directly affected by this, I am very sorry you must experience this and I wish I had the power to just make it go away for you. And to those of you sitting on the sidelines, I ask that you take a moment and look around. Look at the people who are inflicting this. Look at the people who are suffering. And listen.

Connect with people. Plan. And Push back. There are many non-violent but effective ways to make your voice heard and to remove those from power who would do us harm. Money talks, but its silence is heard loudly. Reach out to your neighbors and, I promise you, there are already those working against this.

If action is not taken, worse will occur. We can fix this and we can turn it around, but it requires the average person to take ownership of their own lives and the lives of their countrymen. We need leaders, yes, but we need normal, average people who are willing to stand up and say 'No. Enough is enough.'

Are you willing to stand up too?

Monday, February 6, 2017

Xenophobia - Chapter 33


    "To start, I feel the need to reiterate, these entries aren't directly about the Old Judge." Illiquina stated hesitantly.
    "We know that already." Ferris agreed.
    "Mmm." Darrian with a nod.
    "But it's something." Ferris added. "They were all from the same batch, right? Theoretically they have the same purpose."
    "A reasonable assumption." Illiquina confirmed.
    She let out a sigh and seemed to consider their two expectant gazes.
    "Well, the original batch consisted of a dozen units." Illiquina began. "Much like other robots from that era, they were identical in appearance, if not design."
    "At that time, they were pretty much just referred to by a basic code designation: DR." she continued. "After reviewing the files, I'm thinking that the old judge might have been DR-5. Not that it matters."
    "DR?" Darrian asked.
    "Diplomatic Robot."
    "So they were meant for diplomacy." Ferris observed. "Somehow I expected something a little more vile."
    Illiquina snickered to herself and tapped a few things on her datapad.
    "Diplomacy has many purposes, Rodent." she shot back snidely.
    Ferris begun to huff up at her aside, but Darrian weakly waved a hand at him. He didn't have the patience for their back and forth at the moment.
    "What do you mean?" he asked weakly.
    "I mean that people can use diplomacy for different things." Illiquina repeated.
    "That doesn't..." Darrian began.
    "They were designed to get something from someone." Ferris clarified.
    "Not just someone, but many someones." Illiquina confirmed.
    "You have to remember: this was the very beginning of the Consortium. The Merrenians had just discovered a half a dozen different races, all who had active war machines and armadas that vastly rivaled anything of their own." she continued. "But there was one thing that your species had that no other did."
    "Robots?" Ferris asked.
    "True, you had a mastery of robotics." Illiquina said with a nod. "Your evolution had demanded that for your exosuits."
    "More than that though." she said with a look of mild disgust. "The Merrenians were incredibly cunning and wonderful at wheedling what they wanted out of others."
    "But...what did they want?" Darrian thought out loud.
    "Sounds like not getting caught in a six species war was a good goal." Ferris remarked.
    "Water." Illiquina said simply.
    Darrian and Ferris glanced at each other.
    "Water?" they asked in unison.
    "Goals don't change much do they." Illiquina remarked.
    "Well. We all use water, don't we?" asked Darrian.
    "Now we do. But Merrenains were the first to really utilize water on a mass scale. It served a million purposes. But just like today it was an essential component in the cooling systems for Merrenian robotics and industrial capabilities."
    Darrian nodded softly but Ferris looked confused.
    "Things haven't changed much that way." she added in that way.
    "What's that mean?" Ferris questioned.
    "I means that the Merrenians still hold stakes in seventy percent of the galactic water stakes." she shot back with just a hint of anger.
    Darrian had never considered it before, but figured she must be right. He also doubted that Illiquina would embellish such a fact even with her occasional temper.
    "Ok. We wanted water." Ferris snapped back quickly. "Hell. If I remember my history classes correctly, the discovery of water was what drove us off planet. But what do the DR robots have to do with that?"
    "Because what better way to get what we need than to take it from others?" Darrian said thoughtfully. The words were slow but weighed heavy on his mind.
    Illiquina gave a little nod.
    "And what's better way to take from others?" she said coolly. "Than to have it given freely."
    They sat there in silence for a minute, considering what had been said. Darrian felt like lightning was jolting through his brain. Even with the sludge of exhaustion, the wheels began to turn again.
    "The Consortium's whole purpose...was to steal water? To take it from the other species?"
    "It's not like it says in the file." Illiquina said. "And it's not like the Consortium hasn't done wonderful things. But everything points to that. That and keeping the other species relatively passive to avoid unnecessary cost or wars."
    He couldn't believe what was being said. Thousands of rotations of peace and prosperity. Born of simple avarice.
    It was just too much to take in.
    "Then the old judge is just the last of the DR robots?" Ferris asked curiously. "The last remnant?"
    "Yes." Illiquina confirmed. "But I think it might be more than that."
    "How so?"
    "Well, I can't confirm without the Judge's profile...or the Guillae's..."
    Darrian tilted his head in curiosity at the mention of the plant people.
    "But I think the old judge stood out among his 'brothers'." Illiquina said quietly. "I think he was special in some way the others weren't."

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Sunday, November 27, 2016

Xenophobia - Chapter 22


    Darrian started to respond, but stopped.
    He looked from face to face, considering what had just been said. He had felt like something was odd about not being able to find any info on the Guillae; but the information had been altered? Even then, he had never thought about looking into the old judge.
    He simply didn't know what to say.
    After a moment of staring blankly at the other ambassadors, Illiquina decided to break the silence.
    "Let me ask, Darrian: what do you know about the old judge?"
    "Well..." he started softly, racking his memory. "I know he's supposed to be many hundreds of rotations old. He was created by the Merrenians at the conception of the Consortium to help deliberate, translate, and navigate the political situations that would arise from multiple species interacting."
    He thought for a moment before adding:
    "If I remember correctly, he was one of a dozen or something like that? There used to be a lot more but now he's the only only left over."
    Illiquina nodded in agreement.
    "Picture perfect to his archive entries."
    "Are you saying that's not the case?"
    "We don't actually know." A'alan't 32 stated.
    "All we know is that the information was removed." Illiquina added before glancing at A'alan't32. "We're hoping that the Bivvie might have record of something additional but..."
    "But it's not likely that the old judge was heavily documented. At his conception, he was little more than a worker drone for the Consortium and likely didn't garner attention." A'alant 32 finished.
    "So, in short, we have no idea what dirty secrets that thing has." Ferris growled in annoyance.
    Darrian considering asking about the Guillae when the question occurred to him that he should have asked right away.
    "How do you know any of this?"
    "Well. I mean it makes sense if you think about." A'alan't 32 said. "Why would the Bivvie care about a random robot drone? Particularly when-"
    "No." Darrian said, cutting her off. "I mean how do you know there was some kind of alteration?"
    Everything they were saying felt right. Felt correct in lieu of this nagging feeling that something was wrong. But he couldn't let himself fall prey to wild speculation.
    The other ambassadors glanced back and forth between each other before Illiquina responded.
    "It's in the code." she said simply with almost a confused tone.
    "Code?" Darrian asked perplexed. "What code?"
    Darrian stared at Illiquina, perplexed. She wore a similar look of confusion, as if she didn't understand the question.
    "She means the code for the archives." Ferris offered.
    "I...don't know what that means." Darrian stuttered.
    "Come here." Illiquina said, motioning him closer to him.
    Darrian stepped closer and only then realized that Illiquina was holding a small, strange-looking datapad in one hand. It was notably slimmer than his own work pad and it seemed to be rimmed with small tabs and nobs along the outside edge that could be manipulated.
    Illiquina tapped the screen and brought up an image that she offered up to him.
    The image didn't make any sense to him. It appeared to be nothing more than a random assortment of letters, numbers, and symbols. Here and there he saw things that might vaguely represent words, but all together it proved little more than gibberish.
    "I don't know what this is, Illiquina." he stated with unabashed honesty.
    "You and me both." Ferris offered.
    "Aren't you Merrenians supposed to be experts in robotics?" Illiquina said with a huff. "How is it you don't know coding?"
    "The smart Merrenians make it easy for us dumb ones." Ferris said with a smile.
    "What he said." Darrian said, pointing at Ferris.
    Illiquina let out a soft growl of annoyance before pointing to the a certainly clump of letters and numbers.
    "Here." she said. "Do you know what that means?"
    Darrian offered a little shrug of confusion.
    "THAT!" she said with a sharp tap. "Is the file having to do with the Guillae."
    "Okay..."
    Illiquina huffed again but decided to try a change in tactics.
    "When did the old judge say the Consortium encountered the Guillae?" she asked.
    "Couple hundred rotations ago?" he offered while looking to Ferris and A'alan't 32, who both nodded in agreement.
    "Couple hundred." Illiquina confirmed before pointing to another blotch of numbers and letters. "Than why would all of the data have been removed and then edited twenty rotations ago?"
    Darrian stared at the stream of logic on the screen blankly. He tried to make sense of what she'd said. What he was seeing.
    "It says that?" he finally asked.
    "Yea." she said with a nod. "The data for the Guillae was actually very bloated. Huge in size. All of the sudden, about twenty years ago, it was all deleted and reduced to a fraction of a percent of the original information."
    Darrian considered that for a moment, not sure what to say.
    "Something similar happened with the old judge." she continued, moving further down the stream of information and pointing to another batch of code. "Here."
    "It was edited twenty rotations ago?"
    "Not for the judge. His information changed about forty six rotations ago. Just like the Guillae, his file was outright deleted and then edited to a notably smaller portion of info."
    "Maybe it's some kind of coincidence?" Darrian asked. "And maybe some kind of data loss or something forced them to rebuild the archives?"
    "If that were the case," Illiquina said with an annoyed tone in her voice. "Than I wouldn't have record of it in code."
    "Whatever happened or why," she continued. "Someone actively changed the information on the Guillae and the old judge. Removed information. And I wouldn't doubt that they changed it to meet some hidden agenda."
    "But...why?" Darrian asked, his head swimming.
    "That's what I hope we'll find out." Illiquina said softly before glancing at A'alan't 32.

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