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ignitedfms · 3 months ago

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[ bie thassapak hsu, demi-man, he/they ] Look who just landed! SANTI AMARIN-ZHAO, I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps you’re not worried as the CEO of X ACADEMY. The city has plenty of spots for a 29 year old SIGHIR like you. You’ll be known in the city soon enough as THE PEACEMAKER, being CHARISMATIC and INSTIGNANT. ( fayn, 29, pst, removed for discretion )

00000 - - INTERVIEW INCOMING - - - 001

001101 1- - ARE you A LOCAL OF MARS OR HAVE you LANDED HERE RECENTLY? WHAT IS your OPINION OF THE CITY OF NEW JAKARTA? - 00011011

“God dammit… Not again.” Santi let out a frustrated sigh when he saw the calendar notification. “Lunch” had been replaced with “DNB - Meeting with OVERSEER”. That was the third overbooked lunch this week alone… and the fifth time he had spoken with THE OVERSEERS this month.

Not even five minutes later, he was welcoming the uniformed officer into his office at X HQ, inviting him to sit opposite his desk chair, offering him a drink, and not leaving any trace of his prior frustration as the thinly-veiled interrogation began. “Born and raised here.” Santi replied without skipping a beat, a note of practiced pride in his voice. “I’m proud to say that my mom’s side of the family was one of the investors of the scientists back on Earth who discovered how to get to Mars, and my dad’s side of the family was one of the original Braax mine owners. Together, my family helped fund and create X ACADEMY nearly four decades ago to further scientific research to better NEW JAKARTA. It is an honour that I get to continue their legacy to help ensure NEW JAKARTA becomes universe-renown for innovation and a symbol of peace in our solar system.” Santi might as well have read his UNN 30 Under 30 article verbatim.

The irony of being called “THE PEACEMAKER” while being a glorified drug and arms dealer was not lost on Santi, but as the relatively new and young CEO of X ACADEMY, he had a duty to the people of NEW JAKARTA — to obtain peace at any cost. Even if it meant manufacturing problems which he created solutions to.

Amidst rising tensions throughout the city and all stratas of society, people were desperately looking for hope. There was a space to be filled, and Santi gladly took it. It’s not like he had a choice in the matter anyways. Might as well be at least outwardly happy about being the posterboy for his family’s ambitions to turn public opinion in their favour.

“NEW JAKARTA is a city of potential. I see it everyday—in the people I work with, in the citizens of the city, and in the very planet we inhabit. I’m sure if we all work together, a dream of putting NEW JAKARTA on the galactic map will be more than just a dream.”

0101022 - - ARE you AWARE OF THE CRIMINAL CIRCUIT OF NEW JAKARTA? WOULD you BE WILLING TO INFORM THE OVERSEERS IF you SEE ANYTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY? - 001200

“As much as I would have liked not having a reminder—unfortunately, yes. We are victims ourselves, y’know…” Santi made a show of rubbing his temples, as if the mere thought of crime troubled him so deeply, it gave him a migraine. “I was the one personally on the phone with the Force Leader for hours after the latest heist. Priceless, life-changing research now in the hands of criminals, what will THE BOARD say…” He shook his head. “The woes of a CEO, am I right?”

What he neglected to say was that it was on his verbal order that the location of the NEMESIS production facility was leaked. Truth be told, if he hadn’t been slammed with meetings, he probably would’ve told THE SKELETON CREW the location himself just to see if he could start some issues in THE SLUMS for some added spice in his life. Things got boring when it was too peaceful, and pitting pawns against each other was one of his favourite past times.

Santi’s trademark smile then appeared on his face. The same smile that adorned his UNN 30 Under 30 article, the same article wore at the press conference after the heist. The smile that enamoured him with the masses and gave them reassurance that real change was coming. “I, of course, look forward to continuing our esteemed partnership. I dare say that the future and peace of NEW JAKARTA relies on the cooperation between us at X ACADEMY and THE OVERSEERS. You have my continued and advance gratitude.”

000111311 - - HAVE you BEEN TESTED FOR ANY TRACES OF SIGHIR? HAVE your TESTS ON THE VIRUSES COME BACK CLEAN? - 0012133

There was nothing to hide. He couldn’t hide. His upbringing, his rise to corporate power, hell, even his schedule of daily meetings for the last month was leaked in a tabloid. The X ACADEMY stocks that day were crazy. And it was all by design.

“Of course!” Whether that was in response to only one or both of the questions, he did not specify. “What kind of CEO would I be if I didn’t test our own products? As you may know, in partnership with the government, we are developing new testing techniques as more about the SIGHIR becomes known. It is our hope that we can harness SIGHIR for the good of NEW JAKARTA.”

Santi was now typing into his handheld. “Give me a moment to log into our servers. I want to show you how the latest read out for the test looks like. We think this will revolutionize public health literacy and tackle testing hesitancy. See? Look.” He shared his screen with THE OVERSEER. A profile of his latest test results presented on screen, supposedly taken just the day prior—all clear, in more ways than one. The user interface of X ACADEMY’s latest test result panel was akin to the latest social media platform, clean and compact, easy to understand. “There is still user experience testing to be done, but we’re hoping to propose this new layout to the government in our next joint meeting.”

But this was all a ruse—he, himself, was a ruse; a gambit years in the making. This very identity he presented to the world was something his family had started crafting for him even before he was born. To this end, they had even been fabricating his medical records from the moment he took his first breath. The only thing true about him was that he was the heir to the Amarin-Zhao conglomerate, and as such, a strategic asset. In due time, his status as a SIGHIR would be revealed with the goal of bringing more prominence to the Amarin-Zhao name.

0113114 - - DO you HAVE ANYTHING TO DECLARE? WEAPONS, AUGMENTATIONS, MECHANICAL PARTS OR AI-RELATED APERTURE? - 0012444

“Personally? None.” For tax purposes, all things — weapons, mainly — he could’ve declared were technically property of the family conglomerate, off-shored back on Earth, or hidden in stockpiles in THE SLUMS. It was business principle and white collar crime 101: diversify your portfolio and don’t keep all your eggs in one basket. “But for X ACADEMY-related inquiries, I can get you in touch with our record-keeping department to get you any documentation you need. Just let me know.”

He was smiling again. “Thank you again, truly, for taking the time to speak today. I appreciate it. Again, feel free to reach back out if you need anything else. If you please excuse me, I have another meeting to get to.” Finally, lunch.

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