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Post by Killer Zoids on Apr 4, 2007 21:26:02 GMT -5
"We interrupt this KZZR broadcast to bring you this special announcement."
"The Principality of Killer Zoids has landed successfully in its new home, The Furry Federation. All curfews have been lifted and citizens may once again leave their homes."
"Recorded just moments ago was the Infrastructure Electorate's address to the nation..."
"My fellow Kazians, we have been welcomed to this region of the Furry Federation with open arms. The landscape has been altered slightly and as a consequence, major highway re-construction will be occurring over the entire country. For the next few cycles, we're asking people to limit travel in areas where construction is taking place. Our oil wells should all be re-tapped within the next few weeks and our industries back to 100% in the following months. Drinking water has been re-established so you can once again give your tails a good wash! The telecommunications system is being restored to its full capacity with the DivNet, Internet, T-Com, Tapinta, and U.S.E.R. systems almost fully operational."
"The IE continued saying they are aware of the services brown outs in rural areas, and have created a DivNet port for individuals to report these problems."
"Keep your ears up and your tails down, have a good evening."
"We now return you to the already in progress show, 'Transfurs: Fox or Wolf?'"
"All my life I've felt like this.. like this fur was not mine, I felt like I was trapped in a fluffy orange suit. I mean, I may look like a Fox, but I know deep down, I'm really a Wolf..." ...
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Post by miokalia on Apr 4, 2007 23:35:19 GMT -5
"Like, LOL.", said Andertol in the second executive jet, an A321, painted in green and grey, with the obligatory Malych trefoil on the tail. "What's so funny?", asked Blinn who sat across the plane from the Secretary. "This looks oh so familiar. Doesn't it? Remember Einterbaum? This is like... how our North Desert would have turned out had he not been there to mess it all up.", said Andertol.
Blinn glared at the allosaurus for a moment. Andertol shrugged "Well... it is".
"I've never been this nervous about meeting with an organic delegation before. I mean... you of course know why this is.", said Blinn.
"Oh yes I do. Oh yes indeed. We fought a freaking war over that.", said Andertol, "Just remember: we didn't fight THEM over that. They were not involved."
"I know.. but it's... It's like staring into a parallel universe. One where...", began Blinn, he then looked at Andertol and said, "One where 2152 never happened"
"You're just getting all empathetical over the whole mech battle thing, aren't you? Don't bring it up.
That's an order.", said Andertol.
"An order? We are of equal... nevermind. The only difference is you are elected.
I'll supress it the best I can though.
It's just that their mechs are sort of... our 'closest living reletives' of sorts.", said Blinn.
"You just going to go naked, or are you going to show these folks that inorganics are civilized too?", said Andertol. Blinn then opened a briefcase and removed some not-to-often worn grey, white and green military fatigues.
"Heh. Civilized.", said Blinn.
"Be nice.", said Andertol.
The plane landed at the airport in Xebec.
The security crew escorted Secretary Andertol, a somewhat non-anthro, but person-sized Allosaurus and SP Cmdr. Doroy Blinn, an orange and silver mechanical raptor to the meeting place.
They introduced themselves. "I am Secretariat of State Hiyke Andertol representing The Socialist Technocracy of Miokalia. And this is Supreme Protectorate Commander Doroy Blinn representing Miokalia and also the Malych."
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Post by Killer Zoids on Apr 5, 2007 0:18:19 GMT -5
"So you're sure you memorized their Kohtohkhan word for greetings, right?," said Rincon Pacen, a slightly on edge manilla colored saurian. "Yes! Yes! I went over it a million times. Why are you so worried?," said Geneec Seventyfix, a tall red fox. "Well, its not every day that we form diplomatic relations with other countries. I just don't want to screw it up." "I know. ...Say, did you hear, they're sending an inorganic to Xebec?" "Apparently, Miokalia granted citizen ship to their inorganics. Inorganics.. Inorganics.. Thats gotta be some sort of offensive name.. it probably should stop." "Malych", said Geneec "Right." The door opened and a silver wolf popped his head in to announce the arrival of the guests. Geneec shivered for a moment then ran his paws through his fur. "Does my fur look good?" He looks along his back down toward his tail and all of the sudden begins frantically feeling around for something. "Whats wrong? Whats wrong?," asked Rincon "My fur band! Where is it!"
"Here!", Rincon said.
Geneec reached behind and tied on the band.
"Oh dear", Geneec said worrily, "what if they wear clothing?"
He put his hand on Geneec's thigh for a moment and then stood up "Don't sweat it. They are civilized you know, now lets get going."
They came to the Great Hall in the heart of Xebec, surrounded by a massive crowd.
Geneec, in front of the dignitaries, says 'Greetings and Salutations' in Kohtohkhan
""I am Secretariat of State Hiyke Andertol representing The Socialist Technocracy of Miokalia. And this is Supreme Protectorate Commander Doroy Blinn representing Miokalia and also the Malych.""
Geneec whispers to Rincon, "gosh, it really is an inorganic..."
"I am Geneec Seventyfix, Kazian Ambassador, and this is Rincon Pacen, of External Affairs. Welcome my friends, to our fine country, in this our beautiful city of Xebec!"
The crowd cheers as Geneec approaches Andertol and puts both paws up in the Kazian greeting style. [looks like a slow high-five (or four in this case)]
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Post by miokalia on Apr 5, 2007 0:50:49 GMT -5
"High Fives? Excellent!", said Andertol quietly and with some enthusiasm. "I'm sorry I could only give you high-three."
He then quietly said humorously, "Now we feel kinda silly wearing clothes, since no one else is"
Blinn heard Geneec's whispered comment, though he wasn't bothered by it. He was too distracted by the entire hall looking at him.
Pacen appeared to be exuding excitement. It wasn't long before Geneec turned to Blinn and put up a paw for the salutatory high-five. Blinn of course met it. Though he wasn't really sure what to say so what quietly came out of his mouth was "O... oy".
He could have sword he could have heard Pacen think to himself "It talks!"
"You have no idea how surreal this is for us", said Blinn eventually once the paws came down.
"Ditto", said Geneec.
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Post by Killer Zoids on Apr 5, 2007 10:26:44 GMT -5
Geneec stepped back and was about to say something when a five jet fleet flew overhead, leaving smoke trails in the Kazian flag colors, red, purple and yellow. WOOOSH!!! In the distraction there was a rustling in the crowd and a disgruntled, rifle wielding fox in an army camouflage hat stood up and yelled to the dignitaries, "DIE YOU INORGANIC SCUM!!" He raised the rifle directly toward Blinn and cracked off a shot. "NOOOOO!!!" screamed Pacen, at the same time leaping in front of the Malych, just in time to intercept the shot. The police fired back at the fox, and with one well placed aim, quickly subdued him. The Miokalia secret service was on the spot instantly and was escorting Blinn and Andertol to their limo, as the crowd thinned out fast. Geneec quickly dived to Pacen's side and put his paw on his shoulder. "PACEN! PACEN! Oh god there's blood everywhere! PACEN!" Pacen coughed and whispered to Geneec, "I'm alright *cough cough* the bullet only got me in the shoulder.. *hack* don't let it end like this, *ahem* c-c-catch them..." Geneec raised his head and bounded off toward the direction of the foreigner's limo, "Andertol! Blinn!" But running at full tilt toward the vehicle made their SS men nervous, and they forcefully blocked Geneec's path. Geneec stood in front of the blocking guards, trying to break through, with one paw outstretched toward the limo as it pulled away yelling "NO! Don't go! It can't end this way!" The guards shoved him to the ground, where he landed butt first. He sat there with his head in his shoulders attempting to hide the tears he was shedding. "Why?? Oh god.. Pacen!" He twisted around and looked back toward where Pacen was, who was now sitting up at this point. Geneec put his arms around Pacen, and put his muzzle along (the other side) of Pacen's chest, and let out some tears. Pacen patted the liquefying fox in his arms, on the back, and said gently, "Don't worry, we'll see them again.. aww, you got your band dirty," as he stokes Geneec's tail. "Now lets get you out of here and get you some undercovers. [In Killer Zoids, first time meetings are held naked, while the rest of the time, the population covers their downstairs parts in flashy (sometimes skimpy) ... lingere (which is the best word for it). This is done by men and women and is totally normal, and is for the most part the only 'clothing' worn, unless weather conditions dictate otherwise. Hats and tail bands are also common.] News reporters were on scene... Channel 1100 News
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Post by miokalia on Apr 5, 2007 21:32:31 GMT -5
"GODDAMN FOOL! Throwing himself in front of me like that. He didn't need to take that hit, I could have taken it with minimal injury. He should be more careful with his life!", said Blinn, who was quite irritated that this had to be how things started off.
"Well I have to say, this isn't the first time I've had someone shoot in my general direction", said Andertol.
"It's not like that bullet could have even hurt me that much. I could have lept from where I was, and in two swipes, that sniper would be history.", said Blinn.
"Try looking at this as a compliment. Apparently Pacen thinks enough of you to take a bullet for you. And you just met him.", said Andertol.
"Despite the symbolism and meaningfulness of it. It was foolish. He could have died!", said Blinn.
"You are supposed to be impressed by his courage.", said Andertol.
"I am impressed by his courage, I am also concerned for his endangering his life unecessarily.", said Blinn.
"Their medicine up here is no doubt similar to ours, from what I understand, it is almost the same. So it is likely Pacen will be fine.", said Andertol.
"Well he just got himself favor with the CA. Risking his life, unnecessarily, but still courageously for one of us is something the system will no doubt respect.", said Blinn.
"Well, we stay here and I suppose we continue tomorrow. Seventyfix seemed pretty disturbed by what just happened.", said Andertol.
The limo was actually much smaller than most, typical to Miokalia's limos, it was not intended to exude opulance.
"Itka, we're not leaving quite so early. But I am going to request that you stay close to me. They may choose to go after a more fleshy target when they realize how durable you all are.", said Andertol.
"Of course.", said Itka. one of the two security Yamatoes. The other was driving the vehicle by wire. As modestly as possible.
"You guys watch out too, if Blinn is a target, they might try to pick a fight with you guys.", said Andertol.
"Do not worry about us.", said the glossy-white mechanical tyrannosaurus.
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Post by Killer Zoids on Apr 5, 2007 23:31:19 GMT -5
*Footage from the original meeting has been released* Xebec ParkGeneec Seventyfix made his way through security at Xebec Memorial and went to floor 4 to see Rincon Pacen. Pacen's door was open, and Geneec stuck his head in. The saurian was sitting up on the edge of the bed, drinking a glass of orange juice. "Hey there! How're ya feeling?" asked Geneec. "Ah, Geneec! I'm doing well. The doctors closed the wound up and they've started regenerating the skin, but it'll probably be a few days before I can get this cast off." "Well, I brought you something" He reaches into his bag and pulls out a sharpie marker. "Here, we gotta customize the cast!" "Aww Geneec, c'mon, we're not kids any more!" "Oh shush, here, let me sign it" He sits on the edge of the bed and signs his name on the cast. "There we go," said Geneec, "now I can be close to your heart." Pacen looked at Geneec right in the eyes and said "you know, Gen, you don't need a sharpie marker to get there!" They pause, and then share a laugh. "Say, has the Panel announced the new location for the meeting?" "Yes actually, and its here in Xebec still. Our friends from Miokalia are staying at the Knights Inn, so the Panel decided to hold the meeting in one of their banquet rooms. Don't worry, this time security will be a lot tighter," Geneec informed. "Good. Good," he pauses and sighs, "I will not rest until I see that FFF destroyed." "I agree.. uhm, would you mind if I stayed a while?" "Of course not Gen, take your band off, stay a while." ===== 3 Days pass, it is now a Monday, at the Banquet room. The stage is a raised platform on the floor with a long table and a podium in the middle. From left to right sit Blinn, Andertol, (the podium,) Pacen, and Geneec. There are numerous guards in the area, from both Nations. Surrounding the stage on 3 sides are tables accommodating 6, and a buffet to the far side of the room.
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Post by miokalia on Apr 6, 2007 0:15:42 GMT -5
"Blinn, If I get shot during this: I just wanted to let you know that you have my full permission to make me one of you to save my life.", said Andertol, partly light-hearted, and just slightly serious. The two peered into the room cautiously. "12 Karat cents says that Geneec and Rincon have the hots for eachother.", said Andertol quietly in Kohtohkhan. "That's pocket change, Hiyke. You must not be too sure", replied Blinn. "Well, maybe I'm wrong.", said Andertol back. ----- "So. I'm going to like... not going to outright hold what happened a few days ago against you all. If I were too bothered or pissed about it, I would have left the country by now. So where to start?", said Andertol.
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Post by Killer Zoids on Apr 6, 2007 11:04:42 GMT -5
Geneec and Pacen stood as Andertol and Blinn walked down the aisle. Then the entire room stood and applauded. Andertol whispered to Blinn, “I can’t really see from here, but are they holding paws?” Blinn replied after following the path of their two arms underneath the table (which the front was covered), “At least 89% possibility.” As they approached the middle of the floor they both looked puzzled as there was a large vacant area there. They reached the table and nodded toward the Kazian dignitaries who did the same. It was a few minutes before 4 o’clock so the delegates at the table converse among each other for a bit. "So. I'm going to like... not going to outright hold what happened a few days ago against you all. If I were too bothered or pissed about it, I would have left the country by now. So where to start?", said Andertol. Geneec sighed in relief. “Don’t worry guys, we wing these kind of conferences all the time,” said Pacen confidently, then turned and winked toward Geneec. A gray husky near the back of the room, with one hand covering his ear waved to the stage. “That’s it,” Pacen said, “time to get this show on the road.” He stood up behind the podium and performed the ritualistic hands-in-the-air greeting, which also served to get everyone’s attention (even though, he could only raise one hand, the other being in a sling still). His claw tapped the mic twice and he began to speak, “Friends, citizens, Kazians, lend me your ears! We gather here in this place to welcome our Miokalian visitors! Sadly, this meeting cannot take place out side in this lovely weather, but we are all here, and that is what matters! *pauses for ovation* I am greatly relieved to say there are no harsh feelings between our great nations, and that we can look upon past events exactly as such, in the past.” He looks over toward Geneec momentarily who tilts his head and smiles. “To my far right, Hiyke Andertol, Secretariat of State. Next to him is Doroy Blinn, Supreme Protectorate Commander. ... The Miokalian representatives!” The crowd roars to life, and from one corner of the room comes a faint “We love ya Blinn!” The two foreigners wave and crack a semi-embarrassed smile. “I am Rincon Pacen, External Affairs Electorate, and this fine fox to my left is Ambassador Geneec Seventyfix.” Geneec smiles huge and waves. “Welcome, to the first meeting of new diplomatic relations to Miokalia! Without further adieu…” He takes the cordless mic with him as he walks over to the left side of the stage. He points at a fur in heavy earphones and a Kazian colored tail band, and says “HIT IT!” Instantly, the lights change from subdued to blaring multi colored and fast paced dance music plays. The empty area on the middle of the floor is no longer empty, it is full of couples dancing to the music and having a great time. As Pacen walks back over to return the Podium, he is stopped by a curious looking Andertol, “What happened to discussing the future of relations between us?” Pacen responded, “Oh, we do that back at Panel, this is a cultural celebration! Mingle, have a good time. And Blinn, don’t worry, there are only friends here. Oh, food’s over there” He points to the buffet and winks to Blinn. As Pacen turns around, he sees 2 paws on the ground and follows them upward, revealing Geneec in sunglasses and a very sporty undercover. Geneec is peering at Pacen by tilting his head down and looking over the glasses. * Photo* “Well?” Geneec says. The two run to the main floor and begin dancing with each other. Andertol looks to Blinn. “Oh you definitely owe me.”
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Post by miokalia on Apr 6, 2007 13:30:37 GMT -5
Blinn stared at the bricks of greenish-tinted material on the plate. Scattered amoungst it were the bricks of blue material.
"Well this is about the first time I've ever seen this done.", said Blinn to himself. "They must be trying pretty hard.", said Andertol eventually.
"I'm just concerned about the grade. I don't know how the deochal up here is different from the deochal back home.", he said.
"Well, it can't kill you.", said Andertol, "I think it would just tickle them pink if you ate one."
Andertol stacked three fillets of fish atop eachother, thought about adding crackers until he determined them to be whole wheat, and then forgoed the crackers and just ate the meat with a slice of tomato.
"It's a bit... hot actually.", said Blinn after revealing the exotic contraption inside the roof of his mouth that took in the bricks.
"Hot spicy, or hot what?", said Andertol.
"They put a lot more thorium per gram in this than we do.", said Blinn.
"Are you going to be safe to be around? Or should we put you in a lead cape?", asked Andertol.
"Oh grow up.", said Blinn, "I'm not a nuclear reactor".
"I'm having liberal-envy.", said Andertol, "everyone here is wearing underwear. I've never seen so many... chests.
These people are making me feel too uptight. I have to change this impression.", said Andertol.
Andertol waited for a speedy dance song to come on, removed his tie and jacket and then hopped on to the dancefloor and began to show some mad street spinning, flipping, breakdance skill.
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Post by Killer Zoids on Apr 6, 2007 13:52:48 GMT -5
Geneec and Pacen were moving all over the floor at that time, but when the furious music came on, they, and basically all of the other dancers, formed a circle around the break dancing reptile, cheering him on.
At one point in the song, Andertol was joined by Geneec and 2 others from the audience, attempting to match his skill with no avail.
"Glad to see ... you decided to ....dress the part ... Andertol!" remarked Geneec, spinning on his back.
When the song ended a heavy breathing Andertol and a panting Geneec stood up, exchanged a high 4-on-3, and then gave some compliments.
The party raged on until 11:00, by that time Geneec and Pacen had ingested enough booze to make them loopy, and were up on the stage, Karaokeing "Only You."
As the crowd began to thin, Blinn and Andertol approached Geneec and Pacen to exchange some 'catch ya later's, until the next meeting with Panel.
=== The next morning, Geneec woke up on the couch of his shared hotel room with Pacen, who was asleep in the bed.
Geneec rubbed his eyes, and looked over toward Rincon. "Frig," he said to himself.
He walked over to the refrigerator to get some milk when the Vid Screen rang, with caller ID showing 'KZ Government.'
"Crap! Crap!" he said, as he started straightening the room out quickly, throwing things here and there, and dawned his band. After 3 rings, he finally answered.
"Seventyfix!", a large fox with a cigar hollered in a jolly manner. Behind him hung the KZ flag. "I trust the ceremony went well?"
He salutes. "Sir! It was a great success..." he said, then whispered to himself, "well for our diplomats at least."
"Good, good! You two did a fine job. Well, Panel has decided to hold the meeting here in Capital on Wednesday."
A groggy Rincon walked over to the vid screen, rubbing an eye and exhaling a yawn.
"Pacen! I was just telling Seventyfix here what a fine job the both of you did at the ceremony."
"Well you did send the best sir," remarked Pacen.
"True, true. Well, I'll fax you and the others the details. See you then."
"Yes Sir, Electorate Gorh, Sir!" the two said in unison as the vid window shut off. The fax followed shortly.
"So... how'd you sleep?" Asked Geneec.
"Well enough."
They read over the fax telling them the meeting was in South Capital at Fox Hall in two days.
=== Wednesday in Capital... Rincon and Geneec walked into an enormous, stadium-like seating room, in their finest attire. Surrounding them was the entire Panel, all 131 members. The 2 took their seats in the front row across from where the Miokalian dignitaries were to be seated. The room of 133 diverse furs chatted amongst each other until a gavel was cracked.
"All rise for the Miokalian procession," A female Calico announced, while holding the Gavel. Seventyfix looked her way for a moment and caught her winking to him. He blushed slightly, then looked at Rincon Pacen, then back toward Wingstin, and then to the entry way of the hall, as Andertol and Blinn walked toward their seats. Everyone stood.
Once they took their seats, Juniper Wingstin cracked the gavel again, and said "The 241st Panel meeting of the New Order, Diplomatic ties to Miokalia is now in session. Please be seated."
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Post by miokalia on Apr 7, 2007 23:51:16 GMT -5
"I suppose there are a few matters. The obvious having to do with... something I suppose I'd rather not start off with.", said Andertol, throwing Blinn a quick glance immediately afterwards, he then said, "The not so obvious having to do with energy."
"We are a post-scarcity economy which requires, not works ideally in, but absolutely requires the presence of practical, easy energy. Right now we have that.
That's why the Apparat of Commerce cannot allow the sale of any foreign petrochemical energy product in our country. Of course, then again, who in their right mind would buy gas that costs 4.30 kt/Litre when they can get H100 or Ammonium at 0.65/litre?
So Kuzoco wouldn't do so well in such a market anyway. No one but our own do.
Anyway, I would like to discuss another matter.
In Miokalia, we don't fit... the common conception of how a nation with an AI vetopower runs. We are by no means a police state. We, and by we I mean both the organics as well as the Malych are very staunch social libertarians in most things. Specifically with free speech, expression and non-violent protest. About the only way you can get in prison in Miokalia is for violent crime, and we don't have much of that.
We kind of... prefer those we interact with to have similar policies. And we have nothing to do with those who actively punish and supress these basic rights.
Before we discuss anything else, I need to know what your stance on this matter is.
If you imprison or punish people for speaking their mind or expressing themselves nonviolently, then we will be taking our leave immediately.
I assume of course, you don't. I assume you are above that, of course. You don't seem to be the type.", said Andertol.
"Excuse Anderol's bluntness. Andertol is not a politician, but rather a pure technocrat.", said Blinn.
Andertol continued. "Now on the matter of... some other things.
As you of course know, Miokalia grants citizenship to anything which can either prove it's sapience or asks nicely enough, organic or inorganic.
I can tell you right now that Blinn informed me that some variants of your national animal would... actually be granted citizenship in our nation. Back home, we have smaller 'Malychified' versions of some of the mechanical critters you have running around up here. They are not quite as diverse, but then again, they do cluster together by 'subspecies' I suppose.
I am impressed that I didn't see many of my Yamatoe agent, Itka's model's larger version anywhere around on the way here. The EZ-49 was declared totally sapient in 2152 (Malych Calendar) in Miokalia and the vast majority of them around our parts have been totally integrated into the Malych as the EM-49 model now. Or an O-class miniaturization of the model like Itka is."
Itka was present, but off to the side.
"If you can imagine though, this leads to a bit of an awkward situation...", said Andertol.
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Post by Killer Zoids on Apr 8, 2007 17:09:47 GMT -5
"And the Panel understands your concerns gentle furs. If you would forgive the use of fur, as I can see that you, Andertol, do not have any!" said one older fur in a long ornate scarf.
The Panel chuckled.
It is true, Killer Zoids is quite addicted to petrochemicals, but I must ask-- why would your sellers be charging... " he looks at a paper in front of him with exchange rates.. "ah, 4.30creds/liter?"
If I'm not mistaken the standard Kazian oil prices as of late are nominally 2 creds per liter? This price is down from the past as a matter of fact.. " the fur in the scarf said.
Another stood up putting her hands onto the desk she was at and leaning in toward the center, "I can explain that," Notiona Spiel, a blue wolf interjected. "Since the new landing on this continent, Kuzoco, and a few other lesser corporations have been drilling newer and deeper wells, searching for the ever elusive oil. We've seen strikes from Celestial Peak all the way clear across to the ocean. We project that over the course of the summer, prices of refined crude should drop well below 1 cred/liter."
"And don't forget about emissions laws!" "And don't forget carbon recollection" "Here yes!" "What of the demand for LP?" *the Panel breathed to life*
"ORDER!" SLAM SLAM! "Order to the Panel," yelled Juniper Wingstin, as she cracked the gavel. Geneec was staring at her with his tongue slightly hanging out. Just as she looked his way he turned the other and pretended to cough, putting his paw in front of his face. "Please continue Ms. Spiel."
"Killer Zoids is taking steps to convert our infrastructure from its dependence on fossil fuels to newer cleaner energies like solar, wind, and Hydrogen. There is even research into fusion technology of which is evolving quickly. It is expected that we will see emergence of sustained fusion reactions within 15 years. But this is not the matter."
She sat back down and peered through her glasses to a paper. "It is unfortunate that we won't be seeing Kuzoco stations down south, but I'm sure the industry can provide you with some materials you need. Polymers? Tar? Even asphalt. I will be in touch with your secretariat of energy in the coming weeks. "
Another fur stood up, this time a Fox, Reeb Kliese. "If you haven't noticed, Killer Zoids is for the most part a highly liberal nation."
Andertol and Blinn briefly turned toward Geneec, who was again staring at Juniper, then their attention went back to Kliese in the upper seating. Kliese rolled his eyes and then continued. "...HOWEVER..." Geneec perked up. "the freedoms we all share were not fought by inorganic.. machines. Many thousands of furs have died in our history pining for and defending them."
Geneec stood up, "While thats true, Kliese, many battles were won or lost by the strength of the zoids we fought with!"
"Oh you can't possibly be serious, you promiscuous dolt!", Kliese replied. "PROMISCUOUS?! Who I choose to spend my time with is MY business. Not yours!" "Look at what you're wearing.. thats HARDLY Panel attire!"
"ORDER! ORDER! .. Mister Seventyfix, I hate to say it, especially to a senior Panel member, but one more out burst and I'll have to have you removed from the hall."
Kliese continued. "We used zoids to win a few battles, but does that give them the right to share in our freedoms?"
The Panel murmured.
"The fact of the matter is, those 'things' are capable of anything, we don't know if we can trust them," pointing in the direction of Itka.
"BULLSH*T!" yelled Geneec now standing with a fist. He turned back and upward to look toward Kliese, quivering. "What about the AI's in UNEX?"
"Orderly, please escort Mr. Seventyfix out of the hall!" announced Wingstin.
"WHAT??" Geneec said in a whimpering tone, turning back around.
The orderly was approaching, but was blocked by the powerful tail of Rincon Pacen. "Woah Woah Woah.. Everyone calm down. " Pacen said, and put his hand on Geneec's back. He turned to the Panel, "Let him speak." Pacen winked at Geneec, who was getting filled up nearly to the point of crying now.
"W-w-well, u-u-um.. *ah-ahem* The AI in UNEX *ahem* have certainly showed their abilities and loyalty. Who's it been, routing all your phone conversations, all your mail, all your lude images *glared toward Kliese*, even your weather reports and music broadcasts? It all originates out of UNEX! Oh, but what kind of workforce is in UNEX?" He quickly scanned the audience looking for someone, and then pointed and asked "Well?"
The fur stood up and announced a UNEX workforce consisting of a little over a thousand furs.
"And what of the inorganic workforce? The ones doing the fast switching, the construction, all that stuff?"
The fur announced that there were over twenty thousand sentient, machine workers.
The Panel murmured again.
"You see? YOU SEE!"
The orderly moved Pacen out of the way and grabbed Geneec, by the tail at one point, and drug him out of the hall, joined by a second orderly.
"Good riddance!" exclaimed Kliese.
"MISTER KLIESE!" Wingstin glared at him.
"No, despite his emotionality, Mr. Seventyfix brings up a good point," said one fur in a very elevated position, off center to the floor.
Geneec was being pulled through an exit as this very commanding fur said his words. Geneec perked his ears.
"Orderlies, please, remove your paws from Mr. Seventyfix?" Arabarath Gorh said, in an aloof manner.
Geneec riled free of the orderlies.
"Th-Thankyou, Mister President," he responded, rubbing an eye. Geneec was quite distraught at this point, the fur on his face wet from tears, and the rest of his fur, band, and ribbon were awry from the struggle.
"Uuhmm..." Wingstin looked around back and forth a few times quickly, and exclaimed " The Panel will recess for 30 minutes!" And she cracked the gavel.
Geneec pointed toward Rincon and then back to himself, and back again, lip syncing "I need you."
Rincon was promptly by Geneec's side and conversed together on a couch outside the hall, in a somewhat out of site location.
The other Panelists and Diplomats also shared some thoughts with each other.
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Post by miokalia on Apr 8, 2007 19:16:01 GMT -5
"Well for once, I'm not the one starting a ruckus.", said Andertol, he then motioned Itka over to the table and said, "You're taking a seat with us. I think we need to make it very clear that you're not a thing.
I know you're quiet. Are you offended yet?"
"Yes", said Itka.
"Do you want me to verbally thagomize Kliese like I did to those NPP folks in Tinis? Because I can right now. Though, I don't know these people as well and I can't tell you how it might work out.", Andertol asked Blinn.
After the panel continued Andertol finally spoke up. "Mister Kliese, have you ever killed someone?
Have you ever seen the moment of death. The process in which a thing ceases to be host to a dynamic living presence. Have you ever seen something gripped in the fear of ceasing to exist realize that it will, in a very short time, cease to exist?
Mr. Kilese, I do not beleive you are bloodthirsty. I do not beleive you would relish in the act of extinguishing the life of an animal or another person.
But I have reason to beleive that you reserve your desire to kill for inorganic things. You call them things so that you can dismiss the guilt of having killed something by telling yourself it is not alive to begin with. That doesn't make it true though. Pretending something to yourself doesn't make it reality.
Sticking feathers up your butt doesn't make you a chicken, Kliese."
Blinn looked at Andertol very briefly and thought, "This is going to get interesting."
Andertol then pointed at Itka and said, "How many of his family had to die, or kill others to get you where you are now?
Considering this thing can prove it's sentience and when allowed to, can prove it's sapience, does something so alive not deserve some recognition as being such?
As I understand it, the EZ-49 IS based on a near organic AI system. You know this.
You MAKE some of these things to be alive on purpose. In particular his kind.
Just to clarify, I'm not saying all your zoids are alive or sentient. But some of them are. And you know it.
Do they not deserve something?"
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Post by Killer Zoids on Apr 8, 2007 21:14:59 GMT -5
"Is it not true, that if I think, therefore I am?", Andertol finished.
The Panel turned toward Kliese, awaiting a response.
Kliese was speechless, but gritting his teeth.
Rincon Pacen stood up and said, "I agree."
Kliese snapped back "You stay out of this.. you.."
Geneec took Pacen's side and looked up toward Kliese, "Listen Kliese, the Panel was created as a forum for all to share their opinions." Geneec was considerably more confident now, after talking with Pacen. "Not to oppress them."
"Now you listen, 'Miss Promisq', Opinions are like tail-holes. Everyone's got one, and they all stink!," snapped Reeb Kliese.
Arabarath stood up in disgust, but said with a wise demeanor "And tell us Kliese, what does that say about yours?"
Kliese flung a manila folder at his desk in the air and stormed off to an exit, leaving papers fall in the air.
The Panel grew loud with talking.
*crack crack* "Order! I will have order in this Panel!," yelled Juniper Wingstin. "The Panel will take their seats." ... *everyone sits* "We will table this discussion for now. "
Geneec whispered to Rincon, "Say, you think Gorh is on our side?"
Rincon shrugged.
"Mr. Seventyfix, is there something further you'd like to add?", said Wingstin.
"No ma'am. I think its time we got back to the original issues proposed by the Miokalians."
He sat back down, and put his paw on top of Pacen's, which was resting on his thigh. Pacen seemed un-affected. "Frig... still", Geneec thought to himself. But he got a really quick squeeze. With that Geneec, slightly blushing, removed his hand and tried not to look at Pacen.
"Stop fidgeting," Pacen said quietly to Geneec. "You're making me nervous."
"We will continue on the discussion of civil rights in Killer Zoids," said Wingstin.
A husky stood up and began to talk about Kazian rights, which include freedom of speech, marriage, the press, religion, freedom to associate, and right to assembly.
"No fur has been arrested for speaking his mind in Killer Zoids since the New Order began over 175 years ago," the Husky said.
The Miokalian dignitaries nodded in approval of the response.
Yet another fox stood up in the middle of one of the concentric rings making up the hall, however this one looked a bit peculiar in comparison to the others around him, "Mr. Andertol mentioned their society has a sort of 'subspecies' he called it, called the Malychified. If I'm not mistaken, hes talking about members of his nation who've undergone a sort of semi-transformation toward becoming more like the Malych. I believe it is important that this is mentioned here."
The fox stood up from his seat, which was somewhat in a shadow, but the Panel and dignitaries could see he was part machine. The metal of his implants and replacements glinted in the avaliable light. It extended through both of his legs, which were completely mechanical, and his left arm, which was encapsulated in machinery.
"I represent a growing group of furs here in Killer Zoids who are seeking to reach the perfection that is what the Malych represent. What if one day, I was to become fully 'artificial'? Would I be stripped of my citizenship? Or would I be born again into an accepting society?"
He raised both arms in a U shape looking for a response from the Panel. There was a pause which must have seemed like hours to the fox, but then it started. One small clap in one small corner of the hall. It was Geneec. He stood up, followed then by Pacen. Then, followed by the furs in the next row up, then by the entire ring, and then, slowly, the entire room was on its feet, clapping and cheering. The focus of the cheer turned from this semi-mechanical fox to the dignitaries in the middle of the hall.
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