Strix
The Finding
Found the place while wandering the digital world, and came back with others. Held that one day people would earn a living from it, and told everyone who would listen. Every settler since has been trying to make him right.
Posted at the Parliament
None of this was written for you. It was settled by the people who got here first, and it has held since.
Nothing here makes value. All of it is carried in from the world outside.
Strix · The Finding
Rent falls due every week. It is taken from what you brought in, and never more than a little of it.
The First Settlers · The Finding
Bad work brings the police. Only putting the work right sends them away. Nothing else does.
The Guard · The Hardening
Those who come only to farm what is in circulation are hunted and put out. This is the oldest promise the Guard made.
The Guard · The Hardening
Those you bring are your family, and family are born citizens. They do not ask to enter.
The Registry · The Hardening
The good streets are few and were always few. No one may hold more than one address.
The First Settlers · The Finding
What is earned here stays here. Pellets have never left Strigi and never will.
Strix · The Finding
Before any of you
The Finding
Found the place while wandering the digital world, and came back with others. Held that one day people would earn a living from it, and told everyone who would listen. Every settler since has been trying to make him right.
The Finding
Came because Strix asked them to look. Stayed because they saw what he saw. They named the streets after themselves and their dead, which is why the map reads like a family argument.
The Hardening
Raised after the first farmers came — the ones who arrived to strip the little that was in circulation and give nothing. The Guard hunts them still. It has never been asked to hunt the poor, and never will be.
The Hardening
Began the giving of identity: every immigrant named, every name recorded. Those an immigrant brings are counted family, born of the world rather than admitted to it.