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Dear Vacuus Base,
My name is Condor Sloane. You may know my twin sister, Corinthia Sloane.
When we were still infants, Corinthia and her mother left Earth on a daring
mission to explore the unknown darkness that lies beyond the orbits of the
sunstruck planets. Corinthia taught me that term to refer to the eight other
planets, including Earth. I suppose it still technically fits, because the
sun’s rays do technically hit our planet, and our sky is technically
illuminated by it. Unfortunately, however, after you left, society broke
down as greed overpowered all forms of civil fairness. Corporate espionage
was rampant, leading to no one company gaining any innovative advantage over
any other. In the past, a fair market encouraged healthy competition—which
ideally makes things better for consumers—but certain legislative changes
led to loopholes in regulatory oversight. They weren’t competing anymore,
they were fighting. They were killing. These Corporate Wars turned blood
red, and then a sickly pale green as researchers developed weaponized
noxious chemicals to use against their boss’ enemies. No more is the sky as
blue and beautiful as you’ve probably seen in images. The surface has been
engulfed in a toxic cocktail of poisonous gases. We live in domes, or on the
rare mountaintops that rise above the toxin line, frozen but habitable. The
good news is that the wars are over. Most of the aggressors from those days
are either dead or imprisoned. There are definitely still some out there in
hiding, and there is definitely a job that involves bringing them to
justice. My father and I came across these bounty hunters from time to time.
We were transport coordinators, facilitating relocations between safe zones,
across the lethal no-man’s lands that litter most of the world. We helped
people find work, and reunite with their families. We met all sorts of
interesting folk, and kept up with the goingson of the new society that has
bloomed in the wake of the terrible devastation. Now, we live on the ocean.
They built one of the domes on top of a giant floating platform. Since the
platform has to be so large to accommodate the dome, it’s livable as well,
and that’s where our cabin is. We have recently taken on immigrants from a
dome in Australia. I managed to snap a photo of it from the outside while we
were stopped on the road for some brief maintenance, and attached it here. I
think that’s just about all I have to say about that. There are so many
details missing, and I’m sure you’ll have questions. Corinthia has agreed to
accept them from you, and will compile what she can’t answer herself for me.
If necessary, I can write a second letter. Thank you for taking the time to
hear a little bit about myself and my world. Stay safe up there, and don’t
forget to close the door behind you when you go in or out!
Regards,
Condor
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