So, like, fake news, but about a week on from that, my presidential term was abruptly and unexpectedly ended. I guess crows are extinct in the game or whatever. Maybe using corpses as fertiliser wasn’t the most compelling or clever use of public opinion control, but hanging them in the streets for the crows to peck at wasn’t even an optional tech research subject, for some reason. Now, I’m not stupid, and the implications of this were obvious. Instead, these guys were going with much more subtle political subversions.
It wasn’t that they were dissenting, not exactly, because the consequences of non-compliance with the rules – as instituted by other recent constitutional amendments – were unambiguous about this kind of thing. My citizens were… less impressed, however, and by the second week or so, I had problems. GLORY TO THE PEOPLE’S REPUBLIC AND ME, ITS DICTATOR VERY DEMOCRATICALLY-ELECTED REPRESENTATIVE, AS VOTED BY ALSO ME. Fun was cancelled forever, and those unproductive brats were invested with purpose and extended shifts to make up for, you know, industrial accidents. And I want to pretend that it was an emergency, that I had no other choice, that desperate times and desperate measures, and it’s not like the United Nations Human Rights Council even exists in this timeline.īut this was my post-apocalyptic dystopia, those kids were selfishly consuming rations with zero contribution to the economy, and in The People’s Republic In Name, Perhaps, If Not Necessarily In, Like, Actual Reality But Don’t Tell Them That, this sort of egregious exploitation of the system was entirely unacceptable to the administrative committee. I think it was at the end of the second week that I decided to introduce new legislation – the kids had to work.
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