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This is the last free radio station in the world, 9-11, here to give you, the people, the real truth behind Society and their lies!
This is the year 2250, or somewhere around that date. As far as the 'clean' are concerned, they are celebrating one hundred years of no poverty, low crime rates and the perfect life. The truth is that they are being drugged through their water supplies, their food, and the very air they breathe, kept oblivious to the true nature of their 'Leaders'. They live like kings, likening themselves to Gods and telling the people that this strict, rigid society is for their own good.
I think it's about time you ingrates got a little lesson. In the early twenty-first century, there was an economic disaster, one that went completely unforeseen by the world. Unprepared, it resulted in Europe going almost completely bankrupt, and causing even the biggest and strongest economies to fail. The middle class soon disappeared, as the gap between wealth and poverty grew to the point where people began to forget. New cities, complete with free healthcare, warm, secure homes and employment for all, sprang up for the citizens of the new global empire. Well, for those who weren't obscenely poor or who had a criminal record. Later, around 2100, It wasn't just those with a criminal record, it grew to those of us who didn't fit in. Those of us deemed not intelligent, those who needed excessive care and eventually it spread to those of us who weren't seen to be attractive. Those of us who just didn't fit in, because we were gay, because we dressed differently, because we were a little eccentric, because we had any little flaw were thrown out onto the ruins of what used to be America.
Instead of crumbling like they hoped, we built our own little society up, patching over our own cracks and ignoring what we had to in order to get by. We have struggled to survive, with limited water and food supplies, reminder of the gang wars and random attacks and executions by the police force. Over the years, we have adapted and evolved our own society, with a little 'help' from Society technology of course.
We are branded as a threat to the so called perfection of Society, so they spread propaganda and encourage people to alert the authorities if they even suspect that we might have infiltrated Society. We on the outside have struggled to survive, with limited water and food supplies, gang wars and random attacks and executions by the Empire's police force. They do not send pregnant women or children into our world, they shoot them as they leave theirs. They poison our food, our medicine. They call these sanctioned murders 'population control'.
Somehow, this makes us the monsters in this twisted tale. But we monsters are getting fed up of being treated less than dirt, and we're going to hit back at the pretty little princess, one soldier at a time.
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Welcome to the year 2250.
Space Travel still has far to go. Trips to a handful of commercial space-stations that function as resorts are not uncommon for those who can afford it. There is a small settlement on Mars, but it is little known about and more of a research station with humans than anything else.
Weaponry has come on greatly, despite deputed claims of world peace. Bullet-firing weapons are almost obsolete nowadays. They have been replaced by plasma based guns, slow to wear out and while generally not lethal, can cause serious burns and intense pain. Plasma shots are (usually) only fatal if they pass through the brain or the heart, or if the victim has a pacemaker, or a weak heart. Also on the rise are 'ray-guns', extraordinarily expensive weapons that fire a controlled, but near lethal dose of radiation. If it doesn't kill, acute radiation sickness is almost certain.
Fashion trends have come and gone, but this year, clothing styles from the early twenty-first century (or the version Society paints) are in fashion. That said, those not in Society's borders will dress in whatever is warm and practical. To dress with any degree of style is seen as a status symbol, one that isn't always a good thing in certain parts of town.
In order to maintain the population, in part against illness and disease, in part against thinking too hard, Society doses their citizens with drugs. Some are there for the actual good of the people; the population overindulges and is prone to obesity and the complications that follow. Therefore, a drug was manufactured to cure, or at least reduce the severity of most of these complications. Unfortunately, a magic potion to make weight disappear has not yet appeared, or at least not to the masses.
There are little to no physical borders between Society and the old cities. However, they are heavily policed at all times, and only a fool from one side would try to cross. A citizen crossing over, if caught, will be permanently exiled. The same goes for anyone trying to investigate or getting too nosy.
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