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I'm King of North America, which is Alaska, Canada, and the northern bits of the U.S.A., our state bird is the raven, our state motto is "Laboring for Truth in the Sight of $Deity_Alien", and our prime occupation is hidden research.
This is a rigidly, religiously totalitarian society - with a twist. The culture of revolution is the underlying theme. The state church teaches, in private (what private is is going to be defined rather messily early on, methinks, but good bombs don't neccesarily mean good eyes... ) That we are meant for freedom, us humans, and we must Labor Mightily for the weapons tech and strategic and tactical power needed to overthrow our alien overlords.
Membership to the Church is mandatory, as is attendance. The religious class is a thinly-veiled Resistance leadership. While the 'modern dress' is both drab and unflattering, the underdress is quite frequently seen in 'private', and is a lurid fantasy of color and fashion and eroticism. The advanced medical tech developed as a facet of the military research (and as a cloak for military research, since alien overlords love healthy, long-lived subjects!) allows for immense sexual freedom, with all STDs having been eliminated, and contraception being reliable and free.
This has led to a dualistic culture - in public, and in 'public', more importantly, the word of the day is 'conformity', the drab hard-working strength that delineates our place under the $Alien_Overlord. In private, my people are very passionate and wild. In 'private', we've been handing down an immense technical knowledge of wargames and military knowledge, right along with the whipped cream orgies and baby oil rubdowns.
The man on the street might pass his fellow man with a brisk nod and a murmured 'Labor', which means both 'Labor for Truth' and 'Labor to Overthrow', depending on who's listening.
Nothing really 'new' has developed socially or societally, we're all just hard-working folk, kinda like modern-day Amish without the Luddite thing, but when we let the dog out, we _really_ let the dog out. A dance club in New Frisco can have upwards of ten thousand people in it on a good night. Admittedly, we've rebuilt to a much different plan since the Coming, and the glassing of San Francisco, but that's still an incredibly large, happy party.Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979
I'm King of North America, which is Alaska, Canada, and the northern bits of the U.S.A., our state bird is the raven, our state motto is "Laboring for Truth in the Sight of $Deity_Alien", and our prime occupation is hidden research.
This is a rigidly, religiously totalitarian society - with a twist. The culture of revolution is the underlying theme. The state church teaches, in private (what private is is going to be defined rather messily early on, methinks, but good bombs don't neccesarily mean good eyes... ) That we are meant for freedom, us humans, and we must Labor Mightily for the weapons tech and strategic and tactical power needed to overthrow our alien overlords.
Membership to the Church is mandatory, as is attendance. The religious class is a thinly-veiled Resistance leadership. While the 'modern dress' is both drab and unflattering, the underdress is quite frequently seen in 'private', and is a lurid fantasy of color and fashion and eroticism. The advanced medical tech developed as a facet of the military research (and as a cloak for military research, since alien overlords love healthy, long-lived subjects!) allows for immense sexual freedom, with all STDs having been eliminated, and contraception being reliable and free.
This has led to a dualistic culture - in public, and in 'public', more importantly, the word of the day is 'conformity', the drab hard-working strength that delineates our place under the $Alien_Overlord. In private, my people are very passionate and wild. In 'private', we've been handing down an immense technical knowledge of wargames and military knowledge, right along with the whipped cream orgies and baby oil rubdowns.
The man on the street might pass his fellow man with a brisk nod and a murmured 'Labor', which means both 'Labor for Truth' and 'Labor to Overthrow', depending on who's listening.
Nothing really 'new' has developed socially or societally, we're all just hard-working folk, kinda like modern-day Amish without the Luddite thing, but when we let the dog out, we _really_ let the dog out. A dance club in New Frisco can have upwards of ten thousand people in it on a good night. Admittedly, we've rebuilt to a much different plan since the Coming, and the glassing of San Francisco, but that's still an incredibly large, happy party.Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979