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Population: 76.2 million
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Cindorayi Empire : Undetermined
Grand Protectorate of Lithla : Undetermined
Vaspen Empire : Undetermined
Famsidian Union : Undetermined
Union of Kor : Undetermined
New Auslassia : Undetermined
The Gestalt : Undetermined
Dominion of Isalka : Undetermined
Rafinid Technocracy : Undetermined
Aldabetan Republic : Undetermined
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[u]January 1, 2057[/u]

The Head of the Famsidian microcountry of Umadin, Orns, was cleaning rotten fruit from their face as they stepped down the stairs. Orns had resigned less than two minutes ago. A new election was scheduled to take place over the coming week. Orns sighed, wishing that they weren't the top news story of the night. There had already been enough of a scandal. There didn't need the public shame. The anger circulated strong throughout the crowd. They wanted change, and it was coming, but not in the way they expected.

Elsewhere, "Boom go the sky.", a young child said, pointing upward. Large lines of fire shot in many directions. Another would soon come. Fireworks. Crude rockets launched for light in celebration. A traditional Famsidian song played in the restaurant. Famsidians danced and cheered. It was a marriage between two newly wed Famsidians, Lognu and Passine. They were both representatives of differing districts. Beyond the feelings, it was hoped by both districts this would help ease tensions and grow mutual understanding. Peace was a desire for many.

[i]Lognu and Passine, you are going to stay to be. Let all the world shine upon you. From happiness to thee. Spread out your love far and wide. We expect a fine-[/i]

But things couldn't be simple. The broadcast cut into a cackling static. The cheer slowed, as another Famsidian, the restaurant host, went to the radio now broadcasting static. This was odd. The radio had just been printed recently. It was still new and checked for defects before the party started. A large television screen, previously broadcasting a slideshow of the families, altered its picture.

A news jouranlist, Larner, showed in front of their desk. The desk read "National News Network". It was the government's news reporting agency. Larner spoke, "We apologize for the interruption, but we have dire news. This is an urgent time for the rational and compassionate to ready themselves. There is potentially a new nation amongst us. We do not claim to support or be against them. They are calling themselves the People's Republic of Cindorya, and have declared independence from the Cindorayi Empire. Effects are growing quickly, including collateral damage. A Famsidian communications satellite was downed from collateral damage. It is unknown how far this revolution will escalate."

Lognu looked at Passine. Both were scared. But as both held each other with two of their arms, both whispered to each other in calmer relief, "We have each other to go through this."

Elsewhere, in a smaller town near the edge of the southern ocean, a prototype of a new Famsdamen rocket engine was being tested. The engine was the size of a cup, and held in place from strong steel clamps. It ran within a small house garage. The engine had been running for several hours. The engineer, Gonte, was watching it closely, though tired from not sleeping. Gonte said with a dry mouth, "No defects at all. This could be amazing for my level 3 schooling course. Maybe then... they'll take me seriously..."

Gonte lifted three of their hands. One to get a drink of water from a nearby table, which began to be drunk. One to reach for a camera to take a picture of the current engine's stability. One to pick up a bolt, just noticed on the ground. The last was the most firm grip. Gonte spoke to themselves more, "I am not naive..."