SCRA Recruitment Centre

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Nothing made sense. He had no idea how he had gotten here, but he knew how difficult it had been for him. A bourgeois Manhattanite with a university education seeking to join the Coalition. It would not make sense for those around him if they knew what he was doing. But, it made sense to him, and that was all that mattered.

It had been the propaganda in Liberty when the Coalition was there a few months ago, as well as the actions of his brother, who brought him here. Trouble was he did not where here exactly was. He thought about situation a bit. "Probably for security measures."

The thought did not reassure him, as he thought about how easily he could be killed and how no-one would ever hear of him again.

The Trotsky's corridors did not make much sense to him either. They were different from the capital ships he had seen in Liberty. He thought about how Liberty compromised their national security by giving tours of warships for money.

Lost in his thoughts he bumped into a guard. The guard looked angry, as if he could eat the product of capitalism in front of him.

"Sorry, uhh..." he stuttered whilst putting as much distance between him and the guard as possible. The guard resumed his walking.

He got to place he was meant to. An applicant just walked in. He was about to take a seat when the receptionist made eye contact and he froze. Perhaps taking a seat was a bad idea. So, he stood, waiting for the next direction.

Antonio Briccant had made it this far.

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It's not a conspiracy, it's localised bias. They're not intelligent enough to form a conspiracy.