King Baby
“There’s no realistic scenario in which someone like King Baby gets to run one of the Hundred Suns’ premiere scumworlds; nonetheless, by gradual unspoken consent, this rotund and socially maladroit data management savant has stumbled backwards into power.”
Granthis Prime’s informal cybercratic monarch and “mascot.”
King Baby (then just “Baby,” age 32) materialized twelve years ago: adopted by the very pirate group that had hijacked the cattle transport Baby had stowed away aboard. Baby possessed no social skills, but a near-total obsession with human behavior, cause-and-effect, and pattern recognition, transitioning from improving the fortunes of local pirate groups to loosely ordering the entire planet’s way of life. In a matter of years, Granthis Prime went from a hundred crime-tribes barely holding it together as a society to a place where rules, many unwritten, are accepted and enforced to mutual benefit.
Every operator maintains their business feed in the name of transparency. Any tampering with this system is seen as an attack on group prosperity and dealt with harshly. Via networked info sorters, and catered to by his “court,” King Baby optimizes the rules by which the dark commerce that keeps Granthis heliosphere stable and solvent flows.
With what observers describe as the hallmark impartiality of a true obsessive, King Baby optimizes business practices, advises operators to capitalize on projected opportunities, dissuades from certain actions and transmits volumes of useful information to those who need it: optimizing the overall success and quality-of-life of an entire society. These days Granthis adapts to any occurrence—large or small—swiftly.
Polls show that 83% of respondents “agreeing” that this situation is far better than the uncertain existence they had even just a few years prior.
What happens when he is no longer around is a matter of quiet conjecture among Granthis Prime’s crime-tribes.
