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The Brave New World

IMPORTANT: I WILL NOT BE CONTINUING THIS SERIAL. SYNOPSIS It is January 2nd, 2035. In New York, leaders of all the world's nations are assembling to agree on a plan to save the dying planet: Earth. Of course it's a lie, because the planet isn't about to die. People will. As it often happens when something starts with a lie, disaster strikes. A mysterious electromagnetic storm destroys the global power grid, and cuts communications. Many people die, some commiting suicide because of the inability to post on Instagram. But as soon as the storm dies down, millions of mysterious, glowing cubes appear all over the globe. The cubes contain tools that will let humans colonize a new planet: a bigger, richer version of Earth. The newly formed Colonial Council, which answers to the United Nations, has only one goal: to ease the crisis on Earth by transfers of goods and resources from the New World. Millions of new colonizers rush to the New World, united by a common purpose: to turn their dreams into reality. Some dream of getting rich by trading New World goods. Some dream of conquest, and building an empire. Some dream of peace, adoration, and love. Some will succeed, and others will fail. But fortune always favors the brave.

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Trouble At Home

"I want you to adopt a reasonably pleasant demeanor, officer," said Kirk.

"Yes, sir," said special constable McCoy. Special Constable McCoy was one of the two cops standing guard at the building's entrance. He was one of the five policemen employed by the Fort Baker Police Department: a sheriff, a deputy sheriff, and three special constables. There were no ordinary constables. Being a special constable meant a couple of dollars extra in the monthly moneybag, and a couple of dollars went a hell of a way longer than a hundred bucks used to, in the old days. The sheriff knew how to care for his people.

"I realize that an intimidating appearance can be helpful when maintaining order," Kirk droned on. "However, there is no reason why you should glare at everyone who passes by. I want this office to project a friendly image, officer. I want people to like us. This is hard to attain when your presence makes people afraid of crossing the street."