This is Our Battlefield
This is Our Battlefield
A near-future story about the Final Revolution.
The Final Revolution is here. What starts out as a massive online game designed to submerge the entire world in a gamified reality starts to have unintended consequences. The world’s economies and institutions can’t keep up with the change. The World itself is being played, and there are some who are just better at playing it.
Everything crumbles as the new and the old struggle for relevance. And in the midst of it, a team of dreamers and visionaries have to deal with the consequences of what they’ve done and the expectations of a world on the brink of the big Change.
The entire story of mankind converges here. Will they break the world, or fix it forever?
There was no movement on the streets. Or rather, there was just the usual bustling about. There was nothing that betrayed the sudden shift in the world to come. A quiet revolution sweeping through the world's centers of finance, through army bases and football stadiums, through solitary beaches and wind-swept metropolis. There were no overt gestures, no sudden proclamations. Those would come later, in a myriad texts and recordings that tried to explain it by melting the truths that made up the change into a single, unified discourse most of the world could get behind. But during the event, as is usually the case, not one person could give a rationale for the escalating breaks in the substance of things. Well, maybe one person did.
Q: And you had no idea what would happen?A: None. Obviously, in hindsight… but not at the time, no. Who would have? It all changed so quickly not even the most optimistic futurist would have thought it.
Q: When did you realize what was really happening?
A: When it was inevitable, I’d say. Once the ball started rolling, I could see all the little pieces falling into place. I knew it couldn’t be stopped, and that if we didn’t act quickly enough, that same inevitability would turn the old big players into the new big players, and the world would be the same old thing but much worse. We had to escape forward, into the future.
Q: And why were you the most successful? What made you faster?
A: I hope your readers can tell the difference between a third-person singular and an implied plural. It wasn’t ‘me’ at all. That would beat the whole point, you know…
Q: I should have said ‘Why were the World Breakers the most successful’?
A: That’s what the new world order called for. Just as the guilds were the basis upon which the first industrial revolution was built, and the corporation the advanced form of the capitalist order, this new world in gestation required that which we gave them. No other thing would work as well, not the old nation-states, not the transnational corps, not even the tech giants that sowed the seeds.
Q: They all tried, though. What kind of world would it be if they had succeeded, do you think?
A: We would have been mired in the past, while nowadays we truly live in the future.
Q: That’s good copy for the title of my article, isn’t it?
A: Truth usually is.