Landamar Mobile Fleet

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N O T I C E : : m e m o r y _ s t r e a m _ l o c a t e d
I D : : L a n d a m a r _ M o b i l e _ F l e e t
T Y P E: : R E C O L L E C T I V E
  It's strange to think back on it now. The Mobile Fleet was my home: was being the operative term, because it very much is not any more. Being honest though, Gliese never really felt much like home. I lived there for my entire life, but I didn't know anyone there other than my parents, and once I moved out, I didn't know anyone at all. The part of the island that I lived on was filled with low-density habitation blocks; actual houses rather than flats, unlike how it is in most places. It was nice visually: we had parks and even some simulated rivers, but it was very quiet. I was just about the only person who lived there who was any younger than sixty, and I never made friends with or really interacted with anyone.   As a civilisation, Landamar was... Well, it wasn't the Terran Accord; I can say that much. The Terrans had a word that they used for their government- Fascism, I think it was? I haven't read enough to have a good grip on the nuances, but it seemed to be some kind of authoritarian, really-fucked-up type of thing; a bit like what some of the hardcore Fleetists wanted to make the place back home. The Mobile Fleet certainly had a lot in common with regards to the buying and selling of goods, but human rights were nowhere near as bad as I hear they had become in the Accord pre-domestication (at least not yet, anyway: Inos only knows what they'll end up looking like in another decade or two if the aforementioned Fleetists kept gaining popularity in the polls.) Dying stars, life in the Fleet always felt shit enough as it was; I cannot imagine what it must have been like inside of the Accord. Eugh.   In the end, I can't say I miss really any of it. Not the food, not the views, and especially not the people. Or, well... Not 99.9999999% of them, anyway. There are a couple of exceptions; those I miss quite a lot.  
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N O T I C E : : m e m o r y _ s t r e a m _ t e r m i n a t e d

 

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