Testdrive Future
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dexfarkinClustering around the Titor MWI viewer was a tradition for graduate students in the last semester of school in Harvard's prestigious Political Science program. They were being courted by governments and political parties all over the world, after all, commanding high salaries immediately with their abilities to break complex social and economic factors down into politically astute positions. The first of the 20's 'Wunderkinds', Daniel Calhoun, was the youngest senior advisor to an American president in history.
Not surprisingly, they'd spent the new before at the Loker Pub on the commons, drinking pints of 1636 on top of shots of Jaegermeister and in what was becoming an infamous incident, the current grades leader, a short Midwestern blonde who possessed an understanding of Indian caste politics that surpassed the State Department, had guzzled an entire bottle of bootlegged Kosovoian vodka and ignited the belch into a three foot cloud of flame.
Nursing headaches and designating one of the three waste bins for more liquid debris, the class shuffled uncomfortably into their seats under the projector screen. Their final papers had been carefully uploaded and now, assuming a run for the bin wasn't necessary in the middle, they'd get to see the results.
Paul Li, and his hard-line Pan-Pacific trade sphere collapsed under an Avian Flu plague that had been covered up until too late by regional Chinese authorities, turning Southeast Asia into a quarantine and depopulating Australia to the point that Indonesia had begun a simultaneous campaign of resettlement and containment. The images of bodies rotting along the walks of Sydney Harbour had touched off two unfortunate rushes from the seats.
Most of them looked away as Margeat Dury was brought to tears seeing the results of her attempted Middle Eastern reconciliation. Swathes of irradiated lands following Israel's pre-emptive nuclear strikes on her advocated technology equalization had all but ended life in Syria and Eastern Egypt, with the US terminally bogged down between the Turku-Kurdish war and the annexing of Eastern Iraq and Southern Afghanistan into the new United Islamic State of Iran. India and Russian had just entered the conflict when they moved to a new project.
Still drunk, Matthew Kennedy had let out a whooping cheer at his own muscular US foreign policy; a doctrine of resource control and pre-emptive regime change. The Balkanization of the Middle East and Asia into smaller and smaller tribal entities had increased the frequency of conflicts, but had vastly decreased the possible repercussions of it, as robust multi-nationals used private armies and economic weight to maintain the flow of resources and goods back to the first world. It wasn't until he saw the 'public stabilization' camps of illegal immigrants, anti-globalization agents, anti-war protestors, gays and Democrats, quietly labeled combatants and tucked away around the States that he lapsed into a grim silence.
Titor MWI allowed them to testdrive the future based on what they believed. In each world they created, the full effect was shown in minute detail before finally collapsed. The other tradition of the grad students was the post-final binge at the Loker pub, usually a much grimmer and more drunken affair, although school authorities had recently been pleased to post a 7% lower suicide rate amongst the graduating class this year.
Not surprisingly, they'd spent the new before at the Loker Pub on the commons, drinking pints of 1636 on top of shots of Jaegermeister and in what was becoming an infamous incident, the current grades leader, a short Midwestern blonde who possessed an understanding of Indian caste politics that surpassed the State Department, had guzzled an entire bottle of bootlegged Kosovoian vodka and ignited the belch into a three foot cloud of flame.
Nursing headaches and designating one of the three waste bins for more liquid debris, the class shuffled uncomfortably into their seats under the projector screen. Their final papers had been carefully uploaded and now, assuming a run for the bin wasn't necessary in the middle, they'd get to see the results.
Paul Li, and his hard-line Pan-Pacific trade sphere collapsed under an Avian Flu plague that had been covered up until too late by regional Chinese authorities, turning Southeast Asia into a quarantine and depopulating Australia to the point that Indonesia had begun a simultaneous campaign of resettlement and containment. The images of bodies rotting along the walks of Sydney Harbour had touched off two unfortunate rushes from the seats.
Most of them looked away as Margeat Dury was brought to tears seeing the results of her attempted Middle Eastern reconciliation. Swathes of irradiated lands following Israel's pre-emptive nuclear strikes on her advocated technology equalization had all but ended life in Syria and Eastern Egypt, with the US terminally bogged down between the Turku-Kurdish war and the annexing of Eastern Iraq and Southern Afghanistan into the new United Islamic State of Iran. India and Russian had just entered the conflict when they moved to a new project.
Still drunk, Matthew Kennedy had let out a whooping cheer at his own muscular US foreign policy; a doctrine of resource control and pre-emptive regime change. The Balkanization of the Middle East and Asia into smaller and smaller tribal entities had increased the frequency of conflicts, but had vastly decreased the possible repercussions of it, as robust multi-nationals used private armies and economic weight to maintain the flow of resources and goods back to the first world. It wasn't until he saw the 'public stabilization' camps of illegal immigrants, anti-globalization agents, anti-war protestors, gays and Democrats, quietly labeled combatants and tucked away around the States that he lapsed into a grim silence.
Titor MWI allowed them to testdrive the future based on what they believed. In each world they created, the full effect was shown in minute detail before finally collapsed. The other tradition of the grad students was the post-final binge at the Loker pub, usually a much grimmer and more drunken affair, although school authorities had recently been pleased to post a 7% lower suicide rate amongst the graduating class this year.
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Date: 2007-11-17 03:08 am (UTC)