...You read that whole textbook, right? About the Eden Network.
[ about paradise, about a world with no anxiety, with no pain.
lu bixing's quiet, looking up at the bed above him, tapping his fingertips gently on his chest. ]
People who can't access the network are called "vaccuocerebrals." For whatever reason, they're born with an inability to plug into a neural network. Those who can't access Eden had no point in society - think of standing on the outside of the glass while the rest of the world throws a party and you have to watch.
The Union itself more or less sends vaccuocerebrals, as well as those who can't afford or don't want to access Eden to the Eighth Galaxy. It became something of a dumping ground and rarely received any funding, protection, or access to supplies from the Union itself - even when the virus hit, support from the Union took too long to arrive. With no internal structure, gangs and pirates took over the majority of the planets, seeing it as a lawless land. It was just controlled enough to be a part of the Union, without ever receiving a single benefit. They would recruit soldiers, take our supplies, use us as a battleground, but never help the vaccuocerebrals, or a single other person of the Eighth Galaxy. Never once.
[ the way he's delivered this information is quiet and steady, much like that textbook voice itself, but at the end -- as he carries on, there's a flint like a match being struck against a book. ]
Seventeen years ago, I suggested that we secede from the Union and we did. We had long since built up a world where we didn't need to rely on Eden, or on the way the IUS could pour propaganda into it.
no subject
[ about paradise, about a world with no anxiety, with no pain.
lu bixing's quiet, looking up at the bed above him, tapping his fingertips gently on his chest. ]
People who can't access the network are called "vaccuocerebrals." For whatever reason, they're born with an inability to plug into a neural network. Those who can't access Eden had no point in society - think of standing on the outside of the glass while the rest of the world throws a party and you have to watch.
The Union itself more or less sends vaccuocerebrals, as well as those who can't afford or don't want to access Eden to the Eighth Galaxy. It became something of a dumping ground and rarely received any funding, protection, or access to supplies from the Union itself - even when the virus hit, support from the Union took too long to arrive. With no internal structure, gangs and pirates took over the majority of the planets, seeing it as a lawless land. It was just controlled enough to be a part of the Union, without ever receiving a single benefit. They would recruit soldiers, take our supplies, use us as a battleground, but never help the vaccuocerebrals, or a single other person of the Eighth Galaxy. Never once.
[ the way he's delivered this information is quiet and steady, much like that textbook voice itself, but at the end -- as he carries on, there's a flint like a match being struck against a book. ]
Seventeen years ago, I suggested that we secede from the Union and we did. We had long since built up a world where we didn't need to rely on Eden, or on the way the IUS could pour propaganda into it.