Children of Sol: Multiplayer Aurora

[sublight (OP)]

   In some realities Mars and Venus are dry inhospitable places. In this reality Mars and Venus are still inhospitable places, but less for the atmosphere and more the intelligent fauna. The Men of Terra, the Dragon of Venus, and the little green pigmies of Mars have been rivals. At time fighting. At times talking. Always scheming. Periodically expeditions would be mounted or great atomic rockets launched. The efforts were successful enough to keep populations in check, but not so successful as to give one an advantage. And so the races watched. And plotted. Until the Other came.
   They came, and left mechanical servants to teach the secrets of commerce. Secrets of dimensional trans-newtonian physics: the keys to the stars. Overnight the old ways were rendered obsolete. For the first time the children of Sol worked together to master the new secrets, but not whole heartedly, as each thought to keep a decisive edge to themselves. Only time will tell of this success or folly.
   For five years peace has held, four more and it will set the record for the century. The universe is now a bigger place. There might even be room for all of Sols' children. Maybe. Of greatest concern or the Others. The Aliens, whose wishes are unknown, but to get there they must first survive their sibling rivalry.

The Stars await, for those who might reach them.

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Welcome to the Diplomacy/Information thread for Children of Sol: Multiplayer Aurora.
This game has Venus/Mars terriformed, with a 400 million conventional start player empire each on Earth, Venus, and Mars. The races started with 10 years of industrial production, 12,000 RP of shared starting tech, and 4,000 RP each of unique tech. It's possible that some overlap exists in chosen unique tech.

This thread will contain OOC game update information, player fiction, and in-character public diplomacy efforts/announcements.

Have fun.
Current Year: 1.

[OAM47]

OOC:  Sorry for the somewhat lackluster post.  I have a lot of writing to do, and my creative juices are all flooded out today x.x

Captial City, Mars, January 1st 2050

At much the same time Trans-newtonian technology was being developed, a new government came to power.  The recent developments had given a big boost to the technocrats, and they were finally able to oust the military government that had ruled the planet for so long.  That was not to say that all traces had been removed.  Far from it, as culture is something very deeply ingrained in most peoples.

The new government, however, primarily wished for more time.  Time to develop, grow, and perhaps expand.  As such, it was interested in a more formal arrangement regarding the current peace.  A potential treaty was broadcast to the two other powers on this day.

Broadcast

"Greetings sentients!  The people of Mars wish to remain at peace with you.  We know that we are all eager to begin exploiting these great gifts, however.  Therefore, let us come together and sign these accords to help ensure a lasting prosperity for us all.

Tri-Party Accords

I.  All races have sovereignty over their home planet and any orbiting moons.

II.  An exclusion zone around each homeworld will be established at 10 million km, barring trade and civilian traffic.

III.  No power may be permitted to actively scan another's homeworld.

-Signed for the planet Mars
  First Citizen Zorr Ivana

[Antagonist]

Bethany "Antagonist" Bryant steps into his office with a slight smile on his face.  He pushes a folder of documents into a waiting aide's arms and barks a quick instruction before turning to the next who hands him a coffee and a tablet displaying a preview of this morning's news outlets stories.  He seats himself and begins scanning through them, until he finally reaches the one he was looking for...

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END OF AN ERA
This morning the Sol Times have been alerted that Syndicate CEO Imogen Alexander has decided to step down from active administration duty due to a desire to spend more time with his family.  A letter from his office informs us that though this seems sudden, it is a decision he has reached only after months of soul searching.  It is with a heavy heart that we salute the administrator has has headed Earth's rebuilding efforts for the last two decades.

He has been succeeded by a young up and coming administrator, Bethany "Antagonist" Bryant, who is better known for his policies in the pacific-asian regions that has rocketed profits to an all time high.  All 15 member corporations of the Syndicate conglomerate has voted in support of his promotion yesterday and he is expected to take up his duties today.  It is an exciting time that is sure to bring unique challenges to our new administrator, but we have no doubt in his ability to live up to his expectations.  It is not currently known that the 'Lost Children of Earth' will think of this development.

In other news, does famous movie star Denny Derringer have a secret in her...
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You smirk slightly.  'Spend time with the family' indeed.  All it took was for the member corporations to catch a whiff of his radical ideas of conquest and he was out faster than an unapproved fashion.  You spend a few more minutes finding articles critiquing your appointment, some even bringing up some skeletons in your closet you had hoped everyone would have forgotten by now.  You mark them to be censored and hand the pad back to another one of your aides.  Another dozen information employees will comb through the rest of it and within ten minutes it will be approved and distributed worldwide.

You glance over the desk and view some of the last decrees ordered by the former administrator.  Among the memos two catch your eye... military contracts.  You wonder about it for a few minutes, then approve them with your signature.  We have advanced to a new age where wealth is all the power you need, but it wouldn't hurt to have a few sharp sticks to make a point around the negotiation tables.  Might help keep the old goat quiet as well.

You pick up a second pad and begin entering a friendly letter for distribution to the Lost Children.  It has the typical flowery language of a friendly diplomatic message, suggesting hoping for peace and trade and prosperity and the honest desire to engage in trade treaties in the near future.  You even earmark several cases of some of the finest wine for the leader's consumption to help lubricate the process, to be delivered on the day that we finally develop the ships to deliver it.  There is no words for how some of the corporations are salivating for these untapped markets.  We have attempted to digitally distribute some of our movies and shows, but they have had only limited popularity, usually relegated to specialist distributors and festivals.  No, you need to ensure material goods trade.  Attempts at remote market focus groups have shown that some of our mechanics and medicines would have good inter-planetary markets, but it is too early yet to know for sure.

Your grandfather always warned you about these barbarians though, with the devastating wars clear in his mind.  Monsters you cannot bargain with, murderers of millions, even going so far as to attribute precursors leaving and the arrival of the Others to them.  Prejudices from a now past era, but... not forgotten. You shake your head before you start thinking like Imogen did.  "No..." you mutter too soft for anyone to hear.  "The lost children will be brought back into the fold, but not through an empire of conquest.  It will be an empire of trade and member nations that we will control through derivatives and credit.  An empire more powerful than any had ever dreamed.  My empire."


Idly you wonder if the Others can also appreciate good wine.

[Panopticon]

The Venesian Empire has historically been among the more belligerent of the powers in Sol, sending actual invasions and bombardments against both Mars and Earth on several occasions, both parties have responded in kind but the Dragons don't appear to actually hold a grudge, attacks are based on a complex web of internal politics, and as often as they have attacked the other powers, they have also bickered amongst themselves pretty much continuously.

The Dragons have always been happy to trade or talk, even in the middle of vigorous conflict, ambassadors and trade ships are never attacked, though ambassadors have been subject to individual honor duels on occasion, the causes of which are somewhat unclear, making assignment to Venus something of a risky proposition.

Since the Other came, Venesian relations with the other powers have never been better, and internal strife has been minimal as well. As a culture that constantly seeks a challenge, they appear to have decided the Other would be a better target and now view the other powers in Sol as either tools or allies.
They do not appreciate a good wine, though Terran beef is in surprisingly high demand on Venus, despite it being extremely unhealthy for them.

The current Dragon Lord is Milkoghast he rarely communicates publicly or face to face. However communication from lower level functionaries does indicate agreement with Mars' proposals, but wish to ensure that trade remains possible still despite the exclusion zone.

[sublight (OP)]

The Summer Political Summery
The Martians lost no time in proposing bureaucracy to guide the fledgling future as all three races reached for the stars.
The Venesians and Earthlings lost no time in quibbling internally over the finer points. In truly masterful displays of diplomatic noncommittal the remaining powers lost no time in seriously considering the proposal slowly. In fact, there is a real possibility of formal acceptance as soon as next year.

Situation Report: January 1st 2051
A Waking Nightmare:

From the mist rise a score battlions of black-armored assault troops, each more potent than an entire division of tanks. With grim accord they turned and advanced upon a conventional empire best forgotten. The defenders fought bravely, and died by the score. Their sacrifice buying a scarce two months as casualties soon mounted to total destruction. At times they scored blows of their own, yet for every black mist solder they fell a dozen platoons of their own men perished. League by league they advanced, faster at every bound, pulsed lasers ionizing the air and killing all they touched till all was theirs. Onward rolled the wave of death...

This nagging recollection of memory isn't the nightmare.

I wish I could make this up. I didn't. I somehow accidentally created a conventional NPR empire on Venus that had randomly selected the #### Swastika as their flag and the mantis-like 'Alien' portrait as their image.  My solution was to SM up an elite army, conquer and abandon the population. Sorry about any plot holes the concluding brainwash may have left, but the 4th Reich really had no business in this setting.

The nightmare is Sir Bob Lanky.
Well, his name isn't exactly 'Bob' anymore than the Martians are litteraly little green men: but you regrettably know the type. Or, maybe that is his name and the Martians are little green men. It can be hard to tell. What he is is that fiercely loyal secretary who can be trusted to follow your orders to the letter. As apolitical a creature as you could ever find above corruption, but who can't be trusted to act on his own initiative. He also has this well intentioned habit of issuing orders in your name rather than wake you at 2am for a policy question. He means well, he truely does, and is really good at keeping political rivals and press reporters away. Its just that he doesn't quite see the big picture, and always makes... suboptimal choices as his first reaction when he falls back on his intuition. Bob isn't suicidal, and his orders are always better than no orders. Best still, he's also a 'by the book guy.' If he has instructions, he'll follow them.

In this nightmare you forgot to leave Sir Lanky any orders. "See!" Says he, "I managed the entire empire in your name without trouble I did I did! Thank you for trusting me so much to leave everything to my choice. We needed good officers, so I stamped your seal of approval on the senior most nominees, it was easy! Sir Ambitious, our new Planetary Governor, is really a wiz at Terriforming and ground unit training. I set our factories full stop on producing Terriforming Facilities so he can make this planet even more ideal for our kind, and then I put the scientists to work on Mobile Infantry Battalions so we can take the best advantage of Transnewtonian combat. It would have been better if we had any scientists who specialized in logistics, but you can't get everything. And... maybe I only put half the factories on Terriforming. The other half went to work building a second Ground Force Training center. We'll need it, you see, since Sir Ambitious disbanded the entire tank corps: they'll be obsolete soon enough, can't be upgraded any time soon, and are just costing maintenance anyway. Further..."

With a start you snap out of your doze as the aircar delivers you back to the capital for the next congressional, nobel, etc gathering. The Real Bob is waiting for you.

"Greetings, Your Excellency, welcome back for the second TransNeutonain Congress. I trust you found the recess energizing and productive. I took the liberty of handling the routine matters of State in your absence so you wouldn't be tired by disturbances."

With a sinking feeling you find this enthusiastic puppy-like greeting worrysome in light of your nightmare.

"The engineers got the Deap Space Tracking system online a few days after you left. We haven't picked up any new signs of the Others, but we have gotten a better look at the EM/Thermal specturms of our Step-Sibbling's worlds. Inteligance had a field day with readings, but within a month they were pestering the field office for more recording devices. I can't say I saw the point in the project. Sure we can now pick up half their television broadcasts year round, but we've been able to at least get fragments on close approach for a decades. Details are in the file. The orders you left pretty well covered everything..."

So far everything sounds blandly routine. Expected. And Bob followed the orders you left. Good, good. Maybe everything is as it is supposed to be...

Quarterly report be continued in PM (or email) as your preference dictated.
Spectators: Confidential briefings will start being declassified in 10 game years. Please check back in a month or two, but for now feel free to speculate or beg the players themselves for news releases.

[Antagonist]

7th March 2050
Antagonist cannot hide his slight smile as he reads the treaty broadcast.  "Liam.  Come over here.  Have you read the Martian treaty?"

Liam, his arms full of folders containing detailed reports, hurries to the desk of the Syndicate CEO.  "Ah, yes sir... It seems pretty standard honestly." he indicates.

Antagonist nods his affirmation, "Indeed, and yet, if it wasn't for their treaty, we would have needed to propose such a treaty ourselves!"  He grins, "And now it is on their heads to enforce... not to mention the political consequences if they break their own treaty.  I think... Earth shall sign it.  The permission of Civilian and Trade vessels would have been our only concern regardless.  Liam, dictate for me..."

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SENT AT 7TH MARCH 2050
MSG MARTIAN AND VENUSIAN COLONIES

TREATY IS ACCEPTABLE.  CONSIDER SELF-SOVEREIGNTY TREATY RATIFIED BY SYNDICATE POWERS.
NOTE THAT UNDER TREATY, INTERFERENCE WITH CIVILIAN CORPORATE TRAFFIC WILL NOT BE TOLERATED.

ADDITIONALLY, EARTH WOULD LIKE TO PROPOSE A JOINT DEFENSE AND INTELLIGENCE SHARING INITIATIVE, THE SOL DEFENSE AGREEMENT.
UNDER THIS AGREEMENT, EXTERNAL THREATS, ESPECIALLY TO THE SOL SYSTEM, WILL BE RECOGNIZED AS A CONCERN FOR ALL CHILDREN OF EARTH, REGARDLESS OF THEIR CURRENT POLITICAL ALIGNMENT AND WILL TAKE PRECEDENCE OVER WHATEVER DISAGREEMENT ANY FACTION HAS WITH ANOTHER.  INTELLIGENCE ON EXTERNAL THREATS SHALL BE SHARED WITH ALL.  JOINT TASK FORCES IS CONSIDERED A POSSIBILITY AND WOULD LIKELY BE ARRANGED AT SUCH A TIME BY THOSE TAKING PART.  EARTH WOULD LIKE TO STATE THAT DIPLOMACY IS EXPECTED TO BE THE FIRST RESORT AGAINST THE OTHER, BUT SHOULD THAT FAIL IT IS THE DUTY OF ALL HUMANS TO PRESERVE OUR SPECIES.

EARTH WOULD LIKE TO OFFER ITS COLONIES LUCK IN THE ENSUING YEARS, AND HOPE THAT TRADE AND TREATIES MIGHT ONE DAY REPAIR THE BONDS BROKEN BY PREVIOUS WARS.  AS A SIGN OF ITS SINCERITY EARTH WOULD LIKE TO PRESENT BOTH FACTIONS WITH A LOAD OF LUXURY GOODS, TO BE DELIVERED BY THE FIRST TRADE VESSEL OFF OF EARTH SHIPYARDS.  MAY HUMANITY PROSPER IN THE TRANS-NEWTONIAN AGE.
 - ANDREW HARPER
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Antagonist re-reads the document, then signs it.  "Transmit it immediately."

(( Backdating this a little because he would have responded before a year later.  Also, my administrator has been renamed to Andrew Harper. ))

[sublight (OP)]

History: Spring 2050
In truth the Syndicate power ratification did not occur for nearly two weeks after the announcement, but with the Harper Administration's open declaration of support it was destined for acceptance sooner, rather than later, on Earth. When the last naysayer stopped publicly grumbling, all eyes turned toward Venus...

2051 Public Events
The year opened quietly enough, marked by the occasional celebration as one celebrity officer or another promoted their raising political reliability. In the background, work continued and the calm between the worlds shattered early March by a 2nd general Martian broadcast.

Broadcast
"Greetings sentients! Do not be overly alarmed. We, the people of Mars have today launched the first of our humble Transnewtonian vessels. Her mission is to explore the deeper reaches of our home system, and poses abosolutly no danger what so ever to the sentients of our sister planets. In fact, she will not even attempt to approach any of your worlds. We trust you will likewise respect our world once you launch ships of your own to promote a lasting prosperity for all."


For months the debate rages both on the implication of this notice, and also on the actual existence of the claimed ship. Almost universally, the intelligence agencies of every planet demand even bigger deep space tracking systems.

Situation reports ending January 1st 2052 coming shortly to PMs and Emails near you.

Edit: situation reports sent. New Database file uploaded.

[OAM47]

The Martians carefully considered this addition Earth had made to the diplomatic field.  The original "plan", though really more of just a general philosophy, was to simply let such things come naturally.  Treaties about extrasolar contact were a little bit premature at this stage.  Still, it was an agreeable idea.  An affirmative was broadcast in short order, though Martian high command would first analyse any contacts extensively before deciding if something was a "threat" or not.  Perhaps a loophole, but a small one as they saw it.

[Panopticon]

The Venesians agree to the treaty, adding that they will be announcing every non military vessel they build and expect all powers to respect that and restrict any aggression to military ships or, of course, population centers.

The intelligence community at large reflects that the Dragons are weird.

[sublight (OP)]

2052 - Year of the Earth-Mars Tri-Party Accord Scandle

Earlier today the brazen Earthling ship finally broke orbit and returned the region of Mars once more to her rightful inhabitants...

The headlines were interplanetary, in part because of the utter lack of interesting space-news in many powers that year. The actual political impact of a survey captain deciding his orders to "not survey an inhabited world" didn't include a planet's moons and attracting unwanted attention are probably small, but it was a quiet year and the media loves making sensational even the smallest scandal to attract an audience. It's possible governments may have attempted to keep the incident quite, but only so much can be done when once animator astronomers start passing around grainy photographs.

In truth, it was a *very* quiet year. More of the same industry was built. More of the same officers graduated. A few officers died or retired in mysterious circumstances. Those officers made the news too. The only other competing story was that the Venesians held true to their word and proclaimed the launch of their own commercial ship, reminding the world that the planet, not the unarmed ship, was a valid target should armed conflict arise again.

The other title for the year could have been "The year of the surveyors", for at this point every major power has either announced or had had exposed a transnewtonian ship.

2053 awaits. Feel free to request more time, if needed, or pass your turn if not. Most of you have rather large production and research queues lined up.
PMs/Emails with what little interesting details there are coming soon.


Edit:
2053 - Year of No Scandal

The year proceeded about the same as 2052, only without the scandal. There were no alien invasion, no attacks, no territorial claims, or anything else interesting that happened off-planet. The news is full of soap-operas, propaganda war movies, opinion peaces on the latest political moves by the academy graduates, and of course reports on the latest conspiracy theories. Quite a few citizens feel that something must have happened, even if they can't agree on what.
PMs/Emails with more detail coming soon.

[sublight (OP)]

2054 - Year of the Spy
The year continued quietly, but as more and more ships entered service it became inevitable that they would, occasionally, cross paths. Sometimes one would cut within deep-space tracking range of a planet. Other times two survey craft would meet as they each surveyed the same world. Gradually it dawned on even the densest politicians: the drive flairs were too bright to be anything but Nuclear Thermal drives. Transnewtonian Nuclear Thermal drives, the star secret key to each empire's plans, were known to their sibling worlds. In fact, no conventional drive had yet been spotted. For months records were double checked, and signatures compared with the ship launch announcements. The truth was irrefutable. Every child of Sol has held the knowledge of the Nuclear Thermal Drive from the start. The race to outer planets and stars doesn't start today. It didn't even start yesterday. It unknowingly started at least three years ago.


As promised, yesterday's 5-years ago empire stats start now.
Spy Report: January 2050
For any reader not familiar with the starting conditions:
• Three starting NPRs, SM added to have lower than usual starting NPR tech. 0% chance of new NPRs.
• 60 max-stars map initially, to be expanded to 240 as soon as all starting races are believed to be jump-connected.
• Precursers on. Star Swarm off. Invaders off initially but to be activated if a sudden-death resolution is ever needed.
• All races have ±65% gravitational tolerance, ±50% O2 tolerance, ±21°C temperature tolerance.
- Earthling: 22°C ideal temperature, 0.2 atm ideal oxygen, 3.5 atm max pressure, 1G ideal gravity.
- Martian: 12° ideal temperature, 0.15 atm ideal oxygen, 2.8 atm max pressure, 0.8G ideal gravity.
- Venusian: 32°C ideal temperature, 0.25 atm ideal oxygen, 4.4 atm max pressure, 0.95G ideal gravity.
• Mars/Venus Terraformed to be be cost-0 to the starting inhabitants, cost-2.0 to everyone else.
• 400 million Conventional starting population.
- 5 starting research labs
- 1 naval shipyard with a single 2000 ton slipway
- other stats normal to a 400 million conventional start.
- 8 soon-to-be-obsolete IBM bases
- 8,000 CP for pre-game industrial production/industry conversion.
- Starting Tech: Trans-Neutonain Theory, Jump-Point Theory, Geological Sensors, Genome Sequencing, +4,000 RP of choice.
- Minerals: All homeworlds normalized toward having an average of 50,000 tons of each mineral with 0.55 average accessibility. Planets with greater values were partially lowered, and planets with lower values partially raised. The planets with the most total minerals still started with the highest total, but the difference was lower than it would have been.

Venus:
Starting RP: Pressurized water reactor, Nuclear Thermal Propulsion
Starting CP: 200 CI converted to factories, 200 CI converted to mines

Earth:
Starting RP: Pressurized water reactor, Nuclear Thermal Propulsion
Starting CP: 140 CI converted to factories, 140 CI converted to mines, 1 commercial shipyard
Also chose one of the non-player-race government types.

Mars:
Starting RP: Pressurized water reactor, Nuclear Thermal Propulsion
Starting CP: 200 CI converted to factories, 200 CI converted to mines

The starting 8 PDC missile bases of all players totaled 111,200 tons.

I was kind of hoping someone would start the game with gauss cannons, +20% construction bonus, or missile magazine tech, but no. Everyone wanted fast ships ASAP. So much for 'unique' starting tech. Come to think of it, but the 'CP customization' didn't end up very unique either. At least everyone started diversifying once out of the starting gate, but that's a story for another day.   

Future '5 year ago' reports will be less detailed, only contain:
Total Population.
Number of colonies with 100,000+ colonists.
Number of research labs
Number of shipyards, and the total tonnage of all their slipways.
Total tons of shipping, including PDCs.
Home-world employment stats.
Treasury value.

I think that will be enough for score-keeping as it were.

Further details, such as ship stats, research completed, and industry breakdown will have to wait for a '10 years ago' spy report. Maybe longer.

Additional or fewer details may end up being posted if so requested by the players. Likewise empire report time-lag might be increased if requested.

Players: feel free to post-date any short-fiction accounts you wish to include regarding published spy-report data.

Recent events of interest coming soon to PMs and emails near you.
For the players, 2055 awaits.

[OAM47]

OOC:  Might write something tomorrow.  That's really ironic on tech x.x

[Nathan_]

In retrospect it should be no shock to the various intelligence agencies that all races immediately researched gallicite related drive technologies first. Conventional drives are simply too slow AND short ranged(breaking the old efficiency vs thrust paradigm) compared to even the simplest of home built TN rockets, and our solar system appears to have quite an abundant stock of the incredibly valuable mineral. No doubt geological survey teams will find more.

[sublight (OP)]

2055 - Year of No War
2055 marked an improvement in civilian attitude toward each-other. They still had their grudges, of course, but by mid year it was clear a new record for time of peace had been set. Sure part of that peace had been enforced by the Others and the lengthened as each faction paused to master Transnewtonian technology, but the principle was the same. For the first time in centuries peace was holding. The Tri-Party Accord still stood. The outer planets stood offering a chance to expand in all directions. History alone would tell how long this could be, but all agreed on one point: every day without an incoming nuclear bombardment was a good day.

Spy Report January 2051
Extracting and filtering public broadcasts and communications intercepted by spy devices dropped in previous wars is a little slow, but it is slow and steady.

Planet	Pop	AvailableLabor	SY employment	SY Capacity	Logistics	Industry	Researches	FleetSize	Treasury
Mars	411.0m	82.2m	1.2m	2,000	0.35m	40m	5m	111,200	20k
Earth	411.0m	82.2m	2.53m	24,000	1.25m	43m	5m	111,200	20k
Venus	411.7m	82.3m	1.2m	2,000	1.8m	38.5m	5m	111,200	21k

Logistics = Combined Maintenance facility, fuel refinery, teraforming work force
Industry = Combined factory and mining work force
Fleet Size: include PDCs.

Faction Events of interest coming soon.


edit: Next SM turn coming late. It'll be at least another 48hours before I have a chance to even look at the save.

[Antagonist]

Antagonist looks up from the design to the nervous scientist standing at his desk.

"And you are SURE this is the fastest vessel out there?  That none of the other factions have a faster one?" he asks impatiently.

"Yes sir... at least... none as fast has been detected by our sensors yet, Sir." the scientist exclaims.

"Perfect.  Begin production immediately."

Finally.  After years it is finally time for the Syndicate to spread its wings and leave its nest.  We have the fastest ships, we have our first mining colony, soon to receive the first load of automated mines.  Soon we will even open the pathways to the stars.

"And... have a message sent to the Children of Earth... it is time to open the pathways of trade."

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SENT AT 6TH FEBRUARY 2056
MSG MARTIAN AND VENUSIAN COLONIES

EARTH WOULD LIKE TO ANNOUNCE THE DEPLOYMENT OF ITS FIRST TRADE CLASS VESSELS.  ON THIS MONUMENTAL DATE, EARTH WOULD LIKE TO EXTEND AN ARM OF FRIENDSHIP TO ITS NEIGHBORS AND SUGGEST A TREATY OF MUTUAL TRADE.  EARTH HOPES THAT DESPITE DISAGREEMENTS IN THE PAST, THE BENEFITS OF MUTUAL PROFIT WILL ALLOW US TO SEE PAST SUCH A HISTORY AND OPEN A NEW AGE OF COOPERATION.

MAY HUMANITY PROSPER IN THE TRANS-NEWTONIAN AGE.
 - ANDREW HARPER
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