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I woke up around 6am to the kids in the apartment above running around, not even phased by this point of my life, I spent the next several minutes struggling to get out of bed, deciding that getting an actual paycheck rather than the basic cut that led to ramen and water for a diet for the next month was probably the better option. Living on the 86th floor was not the best privilege, but it meant she actually had a job and was a contributing member of the society that the company had created. The arcologies that MoG[Corp] preferred for population storage were cities within cities, the majority of those who dwelled within them not needing to leave forever if they so desired, Nonie Kenna, a dimuitive girl had grown up in Cape Town, and now lived in Casablanca, the primary hub of the company. 

Unlike the majority however, she did not get the choice of staying in her fortress, instead needing to making it down near ground level to catch a train to the headquarters. Not anything particularly special, a mid level executive analyst was still well beyond the heights most would ever reach for, she had the option of her own car, or even driver should she had wanted but preferred to keep her costs to a minimum. The population had little clue there was no actual leadership, instead there was an artificial intelligence which dictated corporate decisions, from payroll and human resources to foreign policy, there was not significant input at the upper echelons.

As she had risen in the company ranks with her analyst skills she had realized that something was not quite right, information was updated and revised in realtime, projects ended with no warning, and begun with the same notice. What was even more strange is similar patterns began to arise, as though events were predetermined. Rather than make anyone aware of her suspicion she had simply continued and ensured her cost/benefit was higher than any other employee she would be competing with. The past week had opened her eyes to the fact that nobody above her was actually making choices and it all came down to simple math. Applying for a job she was less qualified for than at least three other applicants she knew of from what she could determine from her own talent, it was likely there was more that she didn't have access to, but it was not such a free internet out there.

The maglev finally arrived in the company's headquarters on B2, and she would be ascending to the 140th floor to resume her job, observing the Chinese population that the company could maintain eyes on, and doing what was possible to maximize their reach to other outlets. Lately it had became testing other nations in Asia's internet systems constantly with what they could, focusing heavily on Britiannian and Canadian internet lines to get into their systems or remove them from the global network. In the unincorporated white spaces whatever resources were needed from money to materials or people were provided to get into the internet and media outlets and ensure they were providing favorable content to the varying messages they needed to sell. While the messages could always change controlling those avenues and displaying such capabilities was the better decision, allegedly anyway.

The elevator shot her up into the air and within a few minutes she was at her desk and looking at virtual maps of the global internet traffic. The corporation's intranet was kept entirely separate from the rest of global traffic but the company was more than happy to allow transmission through it's own cable systems for minimal costs, the data was worth more than any currency. It was not interesting for the most part, the company's objective was white noise rather than intelligent dialogue after all. 

What was more interesting was the fanatical focus on the global project rather than foreign policy concerns, Nonie thought it was unusual that short term considerations were completely disregarded but going too far against the grain was not the path, only just enough to get noticed and considered. As she continued throughout the day it was just a trivial boring one, right?

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The youth of the corporations territory were strangely the hardest to manipulate and control. Growing portions began to find ways to rebel, spraypainting tags or over security cameras, to the occasional riot. It was unfortunate and the loss of population was attempted to be kept to a minimum but there was acceptable statistics to the overall plan. The chittering was near constant, the droning sounds echoing from the corporations territory into the outlands, the white spaces and borders surrounding. Unincorporated territory was considered heathens for lack of better phrasing, an uneducated dirty masses not blessed by the technological light.

It was critical to maintain a military advantage over any who would seek to harm the company or the planet, and there was no greater threat than Britannia. The corporate fleets had long since began a campaign of active sonar, and the production of naval vessels came before anything else, the riots became more and more frequent but it was a minimal cost compared to the risk of the planet's safety. Battleships would begin to return to the waters, newly designed with modernized weaponry to extend the range and life of such a platform, allowing for superior interaction with opposing territories from beyond the range of reprisal.

A boot to the throat tended to serve as a good lesson, even with the deck stacked against the company it was still unlikely they would be the student this time.

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The world continued on and the company began to spiral in many ways, the eternal deja vu a strange comfort, the endless militarization having led to no competition. The computers had long since taken control of the plot and the external threat could not be disregarded, the metals for the Navy no longer worth the capacity if they could be better suited in orbit.

Nonie had grown in the company in the turmoil, her primary objective had always been the outer reaches, the strange thing to her was always that there was a plan for everything, it had made her consider that there was perhaps a more important thing to consider than the petty squabbles of the planet itself. Political disagreements to grow an empire were one thing, sabotaging planetary defense was another all together.

Eventually it reached out to her, a night spent at home jacked into an RPG another player came from nowhere and decimated friend and foe alike. While strange, the portal to an incomprehensible realm made her realize this was not the normal game. It spoke in chaos, nothing that could be translated but still was easily understood. The goal was never something they could understand on this planet, a species as poisoned as theirs wasn't fit to grasp the realities of the darkness surrounding them.

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Fires were burning all over the corporation's territories, the value of the citizens was not worth a change in focus. It was incredibly unfortunate if you were an average Joe, but the wealthy found their way off planet and into the stars. Parties were a regular occurrence in space, lunar and the sides had established enough self sufficiency there was no concerns of harm to happen in the off world.

The planet was always such a bore, there was endless weapons awaiting activity but why bother unless there was an actual opponent? Chasing shadows was a cliche but an oddly fitting one with how few wished to even play the games let alone compete. There was an anxiety in the usual population, riots and civil disobedience being a norm. Unlike in other worlds there plenty of ways to completely combat protests, simply don't allow any communication that wasn't off a corporate intranet router. It wasn't entirely perfect but allowed for a manipulative strategy to erase the leaders of threats before they became real issues.

A few weeks and rebranding allowed for easier factionalization of the company's lands, and false choices led to a happier people.

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