(In the words of the great Toad: he he he.)
Climate change has made the Arctic Sea a new place for countries to scramble for control of resources, as there were many rare earth and oil deposits under the North Pole that were previously inaccessible because of ice. The United States was late to the game because the very people who would have wanted to drill didn't believe in climate change, so boom towns are only now cropping up on Alaska's northern coast. Rudolph Ventures is a relatively new company devoted to shipping the new spoils of the Arctic, and you hope they'll have a use for robots who don't mind the cold.
You transfer in Anchorage, which is on the southern coast of Alaska, and head to Barrow, your final destination on the northern coast. The forests beneath you are flooded from rivers bringing extra snow melt from the mountains—a sign that the world is getting warmer. As your plane nears Barrow, forest and mountains give way to a white plain dotted with smoke-belching oil refineries.
The headquarters of Rudolph Ventures is the tallest building in Barrow, a skyscraper that seems out of place in what otherwise looks like a remote outpost of a town. Remarkably, a Starbucks, a Gap, a Brooks Brothers, and a few nice restaurants are all huddled in its shadow, here in the middle of nowhere.
The Vice President of Shipping looks a lot like Santa Claus in a three-piece, gray suit, and his office is decorated with a number of Christmas ornaments and framed illustrations of the famous Coca-Cola Santa. You have to wonder whether his physical resemblance to Santa helped him along this career path. Did he always want to be the jolly, fat man? Maybe the person in charge of promotions was like, "Ha ha, let's give Vice President of Shipping to this Santa guy—that would be hilarious." Maybe all of these Santa tchotchkes are gifts from well-meaning employees who didn't realize they were giving him his fiftieth Coca-Cola Santa picture, and he just has to hang them all up for political reasons. Maybe he wanted to be Santa at one time but the masquerade has worn thin, and the crushing irony of being the Santa who gives everybody coal ate away at his Humanity score.
Regardless, the white-bearded man doesn't look very jolly at the moment. He peers at you from his desk over steepled, white-gloved hands.
"Let's see it," he says.
Joyeuse steps forward.
"Joyeuse will be a big help on icebreaker ships," you say. "It'll have no problem with the freezing temperatures, and I added some waterproofing."
"Hmm, now what would be a good test for you…?" He turns to Joyeuse. "Joyeuse, I have a list here of employees who have been nice and deserve quarterly bonuses, and a list who have been naughty and deserve termination. Do you think you could deliver all of that for me?"
Your can feel yourself losing Humanity just by mere exposure to Santa's Christmas-themed corporate thinking.
1) "Go ahead, Joyeuse. Be a good, little elf."
2) "Um, I think this isn't going to work out, Santa."
Year: 2021
26-year-old Isaac Tesla
Humanity: 87%
Gender: male
Fame: 8 (Nationally Famous)
Wealth: 0 (Broke)
Romance: none
Joyeuse
Autonomy: 12 (Stable)
Military: 14 (Stable)
Empathy: 11 (Stable)
Grace: 10 (Stable)
Relationships
Professor Ziegler (Bad): 21%
Elly (Very Good): 64%
Josh: 50%
Mark (Bad): 32%
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Tammy (Bad): 21%
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