Tales From The Federation 2TALES FROM THE FEDERATION
Time had passed. Life had become even more twisted, as the Leadership continued to find new and interesting ways of bringing citizens in line. The second Civil War had ended some time ago, and with it's passing a myriad of sweeping laws and revocations had been implemented.
Former citizen Groz, for example, had seen his life extended far beyond it's mortal limit. No longer did he go to sleepy little bars in the seedier parts of Federal City 7. No longer did he even have a small cubicle of a home. Like many in the hum-drum clerical sector, his parent company had literally become a parent of sorts. The corporate masters had, along with those in government, bought up the very rights to his life. They had increasingly helped to add implants to extend his useful "expiration date". When his company decided it would be both several times more efficient and thus several times more cost effective, they had the majority of their low and mid lev
Tales From The FederationTALES FROM THE FEDERATION
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Groz ambled in to the slum-level pub. The buzzing neon sign proclaimed the establishment to be "Federal City 7's Premier Establishment", but Groz had the feeling that was far from the truth. Officially, Groz was known on his ID papers and card as Citizen #1172339004. All Federation citizens were mostly addressed by their number in any formal manner. Well, as far as the officials and Security Forces were concerned. Groz specifically was a paunchy, balding forty-something. He worked in one of the towering strato-scrapers closer to the city center, but had to commute nearly an hour to the cheaper outer ring every night to reach home. Most Federal citizens lived in the squalid and run-down outer rings of the cities, the much trendier and spacious residential blocks reserved for the top members of any metropolitan elite. Not that, as Groz himself would tell you, it was a genuinely bad area. There were w