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You are now the <span class="mu-s">Head Administrator for Hegemonic Control</span> and your name is <span class="mu-s">not important</span>. You are on <span class="mu-s">Jaxt</span>, and before you is a cave. This cave was carved into the blonde mountains- and does not appear on any maps. No jump-poles lead here, no travel destinations are within a great distance, and no campers are recommended to hike here. Only a very, very select group of people are allowed to know of this place's existence, much less come. You are one of these few.
Behind only the Supreme Ruler and his Overseers- Mann Yumm, the overseer of infrastructure, and Makatana Nanonae III, the overseer of science, you are the <span class="mu-i">highest ranking individual</span> in the entire Hegemony. You are the head of the Hegemony itself; it's bureaucracy and inner-workings- the network of agents and technologies that perform the Supreme Ruler's will; covert or obvious, malicious or benign. This is your job and sole responsibility. However, unlike the importance of your position- you will never be honored with a golden band, nor will anyone sing your praises in an epic blonde ballad. You could walk among the crowds of normal citizens and none would even know who you are.
While every dysfunctional member of a society is uniquely dysfunctional and useless in their own way; there are truly <span class="mu-i">only two</span> kinds of people who contribute to society. The first are those who have a vision for how the world can or should be- and then there are those who can make that vision real. There is no overlap between the two. For every Supreme Ruler decree- there are a hundred million computer cores reprogrammed with new priorities. For every business decision, there a hundred thousand workers that need retraining and new standardized equipment to best optimize the decision. You have dreams yourself, idle fantasies- everyone does. Dreams of beautiful women, or a fancy house, or exciting adventurers on a vacation or when exploring new worlds- but these are nothing more then idle fantasies. Random wants and wishes- to truly see a vision for how the world can be, requires a different kind of mind entirely then the one who can move the numbers and pick through the minutiae to make it a reality. That is your gift, and that is your goal.
You descend deep into the bowels of the mountain. Through the tunnel, you pass the final security checkpoint and behold a collection of screens. Each one passes through it a grainy image, ever morphing and shifting, similar to the early AI productions of the ancient past. But this is not generated by a computer.
