Via Salvatum, AKA Divine Ascension – grows out of a popular social media site. It combines traditional religious and monarchical values with modern marketing techniques, subliminal messaging and AI-driven blackmail, to become the world’s dominant creed, absorbing new and old religions alike.
I set it up like a game, so that as you progressed through the levels of the church’s knowledge you give up more of your secrets, property and freedom, in return for more of the church’s secrets
Pandora has been promised to our people as a spiritual refuge. As long as you believe in a god -- any god -- I believe we shall be friends.
As the prophet Wilde said, 'We are each our own devil and we make this world our hell.'
Saint Einstein said that science without religion is lame, yet religion without science is blind. Our friends help us see.
We shall set the dove of peace free, to fly on Pandora.
Somebody needs a good smiting. (When demanding a declaration of war on a third party faction)
Their ultimate abode is hell, a hapless journey's end. (A Muslim sura from the Quran!)
Talking to god is crazy. Hearing god is schizophrenia. Acting on it is pure insanity. And warring in his name is pure evil. (Dialogue from other faction denouncing hers)
At the end of the 20th century, war got expensive, fast. When a single-shot dumb missile costs more than a small town, you can't just fire them at anyone – but the Western powers did, fearful of losing even a single soldier. Most first-world soldiers never got within a mile of a living enemy, and their autonomous drones.
Meanwhile their developing-world opponents cobbled together countertech from video game consoles, how-to guides on 4chan and sheer bile. It was asymmetric warfare to the nth degree, one side using money, the other lives.
For the West it got to the point where a single soldier's death was a tragedy – so it was simpler to hire veterans, mercenaries and the insurgents themselves. The corporation that fronted all this – that provided a one-click military solution anywhere in the world, dropping bombs like ordering pizzas – was Empire Management, originally an internet logistics firm run by Chad Harrigan and Buck Smith, a pair of Muscle Marys from Venice Beach, California.
His forces don't need Pandora – but the company's pride couldn't stand the concept of wars without Imperium, and he was sure war was going to come on Pandora.
You're as cute as a possum when you say nice things. (Praise to other faction)
How about a sweet trade pact? You'll really want some of these huggable doll-mines -- I heard they make excellent toys for children. (Offering trade pact)
You are Director Eric Preston, leader of the economic Noxium. Your people value riches above everything and have elevated trade and haggling to art forms. While they are highly skilled in all forms of commerce, their extravagant style and pretentious architecture result in a waste of living space noticeably felt by the less fortunate individuals of your society.
No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that Earth was being controlled keenly and closely by intelligences more subtle than most men's. The Noxium Corporation didn't exist then, of course. But the handful of greedy men who valued their own happiness more highly than that of a thousand others had existed since the 17th century.
The slow cartelisation of most economic markets really took off in the 19th century, but advanced marvelously in the 20th century, and in the USA in particular. By the end of 2000, the poorest 80% of people in the USA owned just 15% of the country's wealth – and that fell to 10% in the next five years.
Morgan is an eloquent advocate for human selfishness and a sort of serial-numbers-removed objectivism. Not-Morgan is written as just another outrageously rich, cynical plutocrat a la Bain Capital 2012 all over again.
By the 21st century, these financiers had reached an almost perfect capitalist state. They did nothing. They produced nothing. They gambled huge amounts of money on stock markets like roulette wheels, but hid it carefully when the taxman came to call. When the countries of the world, driven to desperation by their collapsing incomes, eliminated tax havens, these financiers just bought up the nascent space industry and moved into orbit.
[T]he competitive dynamics of capitalism drive technical progress as an iron law. If one capitalist doesn't want to build smarter, better machines, he'll be out-competed by one who does. If Apple doesn't make you an [jerk, sphincter], Google will. If America doesn't breed genetically modified super-babies, China will. The market doesn't run on "greed," or any intentionality at all. Its beauty — or horror — is its impersonality. Either you adapt, or you die.
Accelerating technological growth, then, is written into capitalism's DNA. Smart machines make us smarter allowing us to make smarter machines, in a positive feedback loop that quickly begins to approach infinity, better known in this context as "singularity."