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A piece of paper or a number on a screen, they hold no value of their own, yet they control our lives, or rather, we give them the control. Not silver or gold or any tangible object, only the idea of value that we attributed to it, and the unyielding faith that the giant that is the social monetary system will lumber along.
We kill in its name, bleed in its name, serve it, dedicate our whole life to it unquestioningly. More of us worships it than Jesus or Buddha or Allah or all of them combined. It's considered as essential as food or water or air, and it isn't even real.
In that way, how is Money any less than God himself? Everyday we go to its churches and labor away in our prayer booths. Everyday we watch its High Priests in their Wall Street Temples praising its name and miracles. And everyday we put our lives into its hand, without doubt, without hesitation, without regret.
All that unfiltered, unfaltering faith funneled into a single idea was unprecedented in human history.
Behold, the greatest God of them all, the currency system of the United States!
But even Gods fall when their sacred Temples are burned to the ground
God was crippled during the great Sundering.
The country spiraled into crisis, their faith faltered, fear and doubt worming into their heart, poisoning God from the inside out. Its Temple was in rubble, its worshippers wavering, and despite all of the government of the United States' efforts, God was murdered and broken into a hundred thousand pieces. Given time, and restored faith, it would have risen out of the ashes and be reborn. But there were wolves at the door.
Corporations tore its pieces apart and devoured the remaining. Each fragment was a seed, a potential released into the world to be cultivated. And the more fragment each scavenger devoured, the more powerful they got. A war was waged for the remnants of a dead God, its battles fought over stock markets and negotiating tables, its weapons takeover deals and competitive targeting.
The war climaxed with the Dark Ages of the 2007-2008 financial crisis that destroyed the livelihood of millions just as sure as guns and bombs could. When the smoke finally cleared, a new Era came about for the United States, the Era of Corporational Godlings.
The seeds had taken roots and grown into entities of power. Every church of the old God, regardless of size was now its own sect with its own worshipped deity. Their domain are Consumerism and Capitalism, their weapons Marketing and Behavioural Targeting, with which they enslaved human in masses. The more capital each gather, the more powerful they get. A hundred thousand Godlings for a hundred thousand pieces of the old God's corpse, dividing America between themselves like pigs on a farm.
But the old God left behind more than its body. Artifacts remained, small gateways to tap into the ocean of faith, its pool of power. Scattered across the country, the artifacts are insignificant on their own, but together, they are a direct threat to the Powers that Be that cannot be ignored or tolerated.
Pretia Libertatis, or the Price of Freedom is a hyper-realistic social/corporate thriller with a tinge of underlying mystical/supernatural theme. Your characters will be in a possession of artifacts that have great potential, and so will be a threat to certain powerful organizations that will stop at nothing to eliminate you and obtain your artifact.
We kill in its name, bleed in its name, serve it, dedicate our whole life to it unquestioningly. More of us worships it than Jesus or Buddha or Allah or all of them combined. It's considered as essential as food or water or air, and it isn't even real.
In that way, how is Money any less than God himself? Everyday we go to its churches and labor away in our prayer booths. Everyday we watch its High Priests in their Wall Street Temples praising its name and miracles. And everyday we put our lives into its hand, without doubt, without hesitation, without regret.
All that unfiltered, unfaltering faith funneled into a single idea was unprecedented in human history.
Behold, the greatest God of them all, the currency system of the United States!
But even Gods fall when their sacred Temples are burned to the ground
God was crippled during the great Sundering.
The country spiraled into crisis, their faith faltered, fear and doubt worming into their heart, poisoning God from the inside out. Its Temple was in rubble, its worshippers wavering, and despite all of the government of the United States' efforts, God was murdered and broken into a hundred thousand pieces. Given time, and restored faith, it would have risen out of the ashes and be reborn. But there were wolves at the door.
Corporations tore its pieces apart and devoured the remaining. Each fragment was a seed, a potential released into the world to be cultivated. And the more fragment each scavenger devoured, the more powerful they got. A war was waged for the remnants of a dead God, its battles fought over stock markets and negotiating tables, its weapons takeover deals and competitive targeting.
The war climaxed with the Dark Ages of the 2007-2008 financial crisis that destroyed the livelihood of millions just as sure as guns and bombs could. When the smoke finally cleared, a new Era came about for the United States, the Era of Corporational Godlings.
The seeds had taken roots and grown into entities of power. Every church of the old God, regardless of size was now its own sect with its own worshipped deity. Their domain are Consumerism and Capitalism, their weapons Marketing and Behavioural Targeting, with which they enslaved human in masses. The more capital each gather, the more powerful they get. A hundred thousand Godlings for a hundred thousand pieces of the old God's corpse, dividing America between themselves like pigs on a farm.
But the old God left behind more than its body. Artifacts remained, small gateways to tap into the ocean of faith, its pool of power. Scattered across the country, the artifacts are insignificant on their own, but together, they are a direct threat to the Powers that Be that cannot be ignored or tolerated.
Pretia Libertatis, or the Price of Freedom is a hyper-realistic social/corporate thriller with a tinge of underlying mystical/supernatural theme. Your characters will be in a possession of artifacts that have great potential, and so will be a threat to certain powerful organizations that will stop at nothing to eliminate you and obtain your artifact.
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