Chapter Fifty-Five - Hunger of the Masses
Chapter Fifty-Five - Hunger of the Masses
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So, what are they complaining about, exactly? I asked. It was a semi-rhetorical question. I was on my way down and out of the hotel--using the elevator, because why would I sneak out--while eying up the protestors media feed.
Would-be-protestors. They were still huddled up in their homes, for the most part. A few had gone out to meet each other, it seemed, and the urge to do something was clearly spreading as people egged each other on, but for the moment things had yet to start popping off.
A quick scroll showed a lot of people complaining, and a lot of people encouraging each other to get out there and do more than just complain online.
It felt a little like I was watching the pressure building in a can that was about to burst. It needed a release, and I was worried that the release would cause some serious trouble. Most of all for me.
I didnt mind people wanting to protest and hell, they were right, shit wasnt fine. The problem was that while their protests would certainly kick things into high gear when it came to fixing some issues, it would also cause a number of new, fresh issues as well.
The complaints seem to be divided along three main points of contention. Four, really. The first is the quarantine that has been implemented across the city.
Theres a quarantine? I asked as I got out of the elevator. A few of the guards looked at me suspiciously, but if I was leaving, then I wasnt going to be their problem for long.
Its not in full effect. But there are Stay-At-Home measures in place at the moment. People travelling out of their homes will receive warnings. There are forms that can be filled to justify the leaving, and these can be filed in advance, but the restrictions are chafing.
I frowned, then went searching for some of those forms myself. I could see why people were annoyed a moment later. The form was top of the line bureaucratic bullshit. The first half asked for manual entry of information that my augs should have provided already, then I had to give a reason why I wanted to leave, where I would go, and when Id be back. Failure to disclose the right information or come home late, or not go where I was supposed to, would result in a fine.
Or it would, for a normal person, I wasnt going to bother with this.
Okay, that needs streamlining. Who implemented this?
The militia and the city government. Its meant to reduce the number of people on the streets and in dangerous areas. Its also meant to help keep track of citizens. Its wildly inefficient, and there are several ways around it. The fines being credit-based also mean that anyone with sufficient resources can merely ignore them. But, they have proven to be successful in reducing the number of bodies on the streets and outside of their own designated housing areas.
I nodded along as I left the building. I wasnt sure where to go from there, but I started towards the centre of the city. I wanted a walk to think, in any case.
Looking through some links Myalis gave me, I could see that the protestor faction had already found ways to break that system. It helped that some of the more vocal members were also on the city staff responsible for the quarantine system to begin with.
Right, that needs fixing, I said. Table it as something I need to get a professionals help with. Next?
The Second issue is the militia and police force.
The cops? I asked.
Indeed. While the militia and police are separate entities, they are working together. There are several reports of violence against citizens, beatings, theft, profiling, sexual assault, and more. I can confirm the veracity of some, others were exaggerated for effect.
Fucking hell, I muttered. I never expected to be on the same side of things as the fucking police, but here I was. Can you do me a favour, find out who the worst offenders are, tell the... chief of police or whatever. Get their badges, arrest those that went too far. Itll reduce the number of cops we have, but fuck it. Its at least one thing we can do to appease the protestors, and I dont like dirty cops besides. Oh, and tell the chief of police that if he doesnt, Ill throw him over the wall with whatever police-issue peashooter he has.
Noted. Message sent. The third issue is the growth of rumours regarding our food shortage. Unfortunately, since these issues are founded in fact, they are rather persistent.
Tends to work that way, yeah, I said. Okay. Whats Manic up to?
She left the city with a militia convoy to start her grocery store raids.
Oh, thank fuck, I didnt want to do everything myself. That didnt mean I couldnt help. Lets set up a bigger food supply, I said. Maybe someplace central. I guess the mall could work. Do I have anything like that big ass printer I have back home, but for food?
There are similar options available. Most need to be fed on organic matter. But raw organic matter is exceptionally cheap and can easily be turned into simple foodstuffs. Breads, protein mixes, meat-substitutes, et cetera.
Sounds like a good idea, then, I said. We make the raw foods, get some people to cook them.
As opposed to making the finished product?
Yeah, because then well have cooks and people working on food, and theyll see that theres plenty of food for everyone. Rumours will spread.
That is surprisingly insightful.
I have my moments, I said. Really, I was recalling some of the leaner times at the orphanage when food was scarce. It was always nice to buy some raw ingredients and cook something. The act of seeing something being made calmed the kids down a lot, even if it was just PB and J... which was about the only thing I could cook. Lucy was better.
How many cooks are there in Burlington? Or... how many restaurants?
There are currently thirty-six thousand restaurants in the city of Burlington.
I blinked. What? Wait, whats the population here?
A little under half a million.
What the fuck, that doesnt make any sense, I said, my other trains of thought entirely derailed for a moment.
Those are registered restaurants. Most of them are ghost restaurants. Several fronts all situated within the same industrial kitchen serving the same food across multiple brands.
Ah, capitalist fuckery, I said. That made more sense. How many cooks, then? I asked.
A few thousand are registered. Do you want me to send a call out for them?
Do it. Tell them to show up at the Mall at... nine-thirty. Sign it with my name. Tell them that well be... appropriating a few of those restaurants to start serving people throughout the city. Fuck, were going to need an app or something.
That seems amusing. Ill take care of it. Perhaps we can start competing brands between ourselves and the citys other Vanguard? Chez Stray Cats?
Youre a riot, I deadpanned. You mentioned a fourth problem?
Indeed. Theres a growing envy of the Kittens.
You mean the people Lucys working with? I asked.
Yes, since the positions are limited and theyre seen using Vanguard technology and assisting on the front lines, the active members of the Kittens have begun to brag. Naturally, this has created a slight schism between them and those who cannot or will not join.
Thats the stupidest shit, I said.
A number of people within the ranks of the organisers of this protest agree. Its the most hotly debated point of contention among them. I dont think anything will come of it, not as long as new opportunities to join the Kittens group arise.
I took a moment to wonder at the incredible stupidity of humanity. Unfortunately, a moment was all I could spare. Is Intel-chan awake yet? I asked
Their alarm went off six minutes ago. They are still doing their morning ablutions.
A bit too much information. Tell them to call me as soon as theyre free, I said. Were gonna put them in charge of the logistics for the food thing. Do you think the protestors will calm down?
Its possible. But I doubt it. Youve mitigated several of the reasons they have to protest, or will, in any case, but the anger has risen already. It will take more than that to calm them down.
Any advice, then? I asked, because I didnt know what to do about it.
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