Sorry it took so long! You guys are probably sick of hearing my stuff by now, but this is my last post and Celera is up next! So no worries.

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“I wonder where the girls are,” Jimmy thought, looking mournfully at his food.

Kriss had been wondering the same thing when she got home – late. When she got upstairs she found out the girls really did have that slumber party they’d been talking about.

Suddenly the phone rang and Kriss quickly grabbed hers by reflex, assuming the hospital needed her to come back…or maybe..?

She realized it was Alice’s phone and sighed. Why was she so disappointed? She rolled her eyes.

“He-Hello?” Alice said nervously. She sounded hopeful.

“Oh….Hi Buck. No, sorry, I’m a little busy right now…,” she said sounding somewhat resigned.

“No, no, it’s fine, really, thanks. Yeah, see ya,” she smiled.

Jaime and Krystal exchanged glances.

“Two weeks in and Alice is already a man eater,” snickered Jamie to her sister.

“Who knew she was such a player,” giggled Krystal, “How many guys are you juggling? 4? 5?”

“The whole town?” snorted Jamie, followed by a peal of giggling.

“Oh please, it’s not even like that!” Alice scoffed.

“We know, we know. There’s only one guy out there for you,” Krystal smiled.

“Yeah…” Jamie continued, “Even though you won’t tell us who he is,”

“-Or his name,” Krystal sighed.

“-What he looks like,”

“-His zodiac sign,”

“-Whether he has purple skin,”

“-And so on,” Krystal finished, waving her hand in the air with a frustrated expression.

Kriss gulped. She had come home late from another date with one of Alice’s boyfriend’s roommates. They both knew about each other’s….er…romantic interests, but had made an unspoken pact to keep silent about it – from their roommates at least. They didn’t know each other well, but in this way they were united. However, at this moment the last thing Kriss wanted was an interview – or in this case an interrogation from her ‘friends.’ She silently apologized to Alice in her head as she tried to escape detection. However at that moment Alice tried to run away too, and the sisters caught sight of Kriss.

“Oooh…Kriss is home!” Jamie cried out.

“Oh..? Wonder where she’s been all day,” said Krystal.

“Sorry….You’re on your own!” murmured Alice as she fled the scene.

Kriss groaned. She hated karma. She quickly turned around – there was no escaping the sisters now.

“Hiiii….Kriss,” Jamie grinned. With bloodlust in her eyes, Kriss thought.

“Hello.” Kriss gave a forced grin back.

“Where’ve you been all night? You missed our slumber party,” she continued with a mock-hurt expression on her face.

“Er…well, just working…”

“All night?” Jamie gasped and her expression changed to a horrified one. “That whole time?”

“Ehh…well…”

“Hmmm..” Krystal interrupted in a thoughtful tone,“I think by working, Kriss means, eating out. At the bistro. With a guy…what was his name? Chili Pepper? Hot Tamale?’

“Nathan…” Kriss gave a twisted smile and shot daggers at Krystal.

“Oooh, is THAT his name?” said Krystal. Kriss grimaced.

“You mean that guy with the bright red skin?” Jamie continued the what-seemed-to-be -rehearsed conversation. “The party animal who’s friends call him Hellboy? What can he possibly be doing with someone like Kriss? They couldn’t be dating now could they?”

Kriss frowned. “What’s so unbelievable about us going out?”

“Hah! You admit it!” Jamie exclaimed.

“Kriss, how could you keep something like that from us?” scolded Krystal.

“We slave over a long process of charming compliments and pleas for our parents to get tens of thousands of dollars so that we can all live in this house, and this is how you repay us?”

“By withholding gossip?” Jamie said as she shook her head disapprovingly.

“A serious sin and transgression on the kindness of your friends,” Krystal continued. “We moved all the way from the big city to this rural town and, because we care about our friends ( – Jamie wiped an imaginary tear from her eye while nodding – ), we decided to stay, despite the lack of high society, fun, and…scandalous rumors! ( – Jamie applauded – ) The least you could do for your selfless friends is to at least humor us with the hardly interesting details of your insignificant lives.” Krystal finished.

“We’re absolutely gossip-starved,” added Jamie, amidst fake blubbering.

The Strong sisters were snobby and somewhat spoiled socialites who had moved to Emerald Harbor to get away from their parents – though they still depended on them to keep the house. They had invited some ‘lower-class’ friends (and Krystal’s boyfriend) along to keep it interesting, and after realizing there weren’t many shopping malls around a small town that had just re-opened, they’d taken to a hobby of pestering their roommates for any details in their lives that even slightly resembled what they’d seen on soap-operas.

Meanwhile, the men of the house were having troubles of their own.

“Dude…,” said the one left to Jimmy, “What is that?”

“Tch. What does it look like?” Jimmy retorted defensively.

“It looks like there would’ve been a disaster here if the owners of the house weren’t so rich. Thank Sponge for fire-resistant ovens.”

Andrew (the policeman) snorted.

“You wouldn’t,” Branzle said disbelievingly.

“I wonder if this qualifies as grounds for man-slaughter,” Andrew wondered.

“Whatever…I’m not speaking at his funeral,” Branzle muttered.

Suddenly Alice ran into the dining room where Jimmy was.

“Are they here,” she cried in panicky tones, “Are they gone? They’re not here are they?”

“Nope,” Jimmy replied, without knowing what she was talking about. Before Alice could calm down, ‘they’ had ran downstairs… …and into the kitchen where the rest of the household was.

“Food!” cried Branzle.

“Well, it’s too late now, we’ve already eaten,” said Andrew sadly, looking down at his cereal.

“Seriously, could you be anymore sexist?” Jamie snarled. “How’bout try cooking for yourself, Mr. Athlete? Honestly Krystal, I don’t know why you’re with him.”

Kriss groaned. She had tried distracting the sisters by hinting about Alice’s boyfriend, and it had worked. But instead of allowing her to sleep after her long night, they’d forced her to help them hunt Alice down – and now she was getting a headache. She managed to creep away, thanks to Jimmy, and hurried off to her room to sleep.

Jimmy silently walked up to Krystal.

“Who are you?” Krystal sniffed. “I still don’t understand what you’re doing here.”

“Neither do I,” Jamie scowled. Jimmy cleared his throat.

“You’re obviously a very talented chef,” Jimmy began, “After all, coming all this way to a small town like this to pursue a career in culinary, you need to be pretty confident in your cooking ability. Someone like me couldn’t hope to even taste something made by anyone approaching your ability. However, I’m also confident that you’re a generous person….That being said…would you mind giving me something to eat?”

“Of course! Anything for a charming young man like yourself!” Krystal winked.

“Thank you!” Jimmy said breathlessly. After the waffles, anything made by competent hands would taste like heaven.

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“Here’s some soup. Enjoy.”

“That’s not what I meant…”

“- Oh, I know what you meant,” Krystal finished for him.

Jimmy stalked off disappointedly.

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Krystal had left Sim City to pursue a career in culinary – something her parents disapproved of. Not only because they wanted her to join a career in their business, but because as they’d never seen their children work a day in their lives. They couldn’t take her decision seriously and could only assume that this was just another petty, flighty decision that she had made and that she’d return home soon enough (they’d, of course, provide for her while she way away).

However, they underestimated Krystal’s passion for cooking. She’d only considered it a hobby she loved until she realized she could enter a career in it.

Krystal knew that a place like Sim City was too crowded with people trying to be noticed and recognized for their talent. Her family was prominent there – but she wanted to become successful by showing off her own talent. Her parents would only interfere. Jamie had tagged along for the fun of it, and so that her sister wouldn’t be alone in a town of strangers.

To Krystal, like many others who had moved into town, Emerald Harbor was a new beginning, and a place where her dream could come true. Though she considered it a little too quiet for her liking, she had to admit there was a certain beauty to it that she couldn’t help but appreciate.

Meanwhile, Alice could be seen apparently gazing at the town’s beauty as well.

Jamie had become concerned with her disappearance – Alice did strange things when she was alone, and they preferred it when someone kept watch on her. They didn’t want to be responsible for trouble in town so early on in their arrival.

Alice didn’t like being cooped up indoors for so long. When she had troubles on her mind she’d go outside and talk to something. Like a tree. Or in this case, the ocean.

“I’ll call you soon, ok baby?” she muttered in a shrill-copy cat voice.

“It’s already been a week and he hasn’t called me,” she grumbled. “Where is he? I haven’t seen him since our last date…What could he doing that’s taking him so long to contact me?”

“Oooh…good point. He could be working. Or he’s still unpacking boxes for his house. He’s probably just busy, right now.” Alice nodded happily to herself.

“Aagh! That’s stupid. It’s almost been a month, and there are four of them, the house should be settled in by now. And he could’ve called me back after work, or at night even. He said he would! Why hasn’t he called me?! Is this normal?”

“Hmm…I’m too obsessive of a girlfriend? He could be getting tired of me?”

She silently doubted the ocean’s credibility as an adviser on personal relationships.

“Yeah, well I didn’t ask you did I?! I know what I said! Ohh, so you have fishes and sea urchins, do you?! WELL AT LEAST MY BOYFRIEND DOESN’T CHEAT ON ME WITH THE EARTH! WHAT NOW?!” roared Alice.

“Oh boy,” Jamie smiled to herself pityingly. This was going to be interesting.

“Alice…I couldn’t help overhearing. about your..er..frustrations. Do you want to talk about it?” Jamie adopted a sympathetic tone.

“Oh, no, I’m fine. I just talked to someone about it, and boy am I feeling better,” Alice laughed.

“Riiiiight….Well, it could be your boyfriend just…forgot to call you. No big deal,” she added quickly, “You could try calling him first, he’ll probably pick up. If he doesn’t, at least he’ll call you back, right? Maybe you could set a date, since you miss him so much?”

Alice eagerly followed her advice, and they agreed to meet at the Bistro. Jamie persuaded Alice to let her come along and meet her boyfriend (“We’re friends, and friends have to approve of their friend’s boyfriends. It’s in the rules.”) They agreed to meet up separately, since Jamie had to ‘get ready.’ As soon as Alice left, Jamie ran into the house, up the stairs…

–“God, I hate this room. Hey, get up! I’ve finally figured out a use for you.”

“Gosh, what’s wrong with your hair?” Jamie grimaced.

“I like it..” muttered Jimmy sleepily.

“It looks like spinach!” she spat out.

Somehow, Jimmy had managed to secure for himself his own room and a king sized bed, despite the fact that nobody in the house could claim to have known him prior to the move, and despite the fact that he was the most looked down upon among the Strong sisters. Meanwhile, Branzle, Krystal’s boyfriend, had a bed in the small gym, while Jamie and Kriss had somehow ended up taking turns sleeping on a twin-sized bed and on the couch. Jamie had eventually realized how odd the situation was and had began resenting Jimmy more actively.

“Anyways, get ready, we’re going to meet Alice and her new boyfriend at the Bistro.”

“I’m tired…I don’t want to…” Jimmy groaned as he got out of bed.

“Well, I don’t want you in this house,” Jamie retorted, “What’s it gonna be?”

“Slow down..”

“No.”

Outside of the Bistro, Alice was melting as a result of Don’s charms. She was in her own little world, and everything seemed brighter when he was around. She even forgot why she had called him in the first place. All of her concerns and anxieties seemed to have drifted away.~~♫

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Jamie didn’t want to rely on unfair first impressions – but her brain couldn’t help but scream “PLAYER!” when she saw him. She shook those thoughts away and managed to get a hold of Alice’s attention.

Alice initiated the introductions.

“This is Jamie…my…er…er..roomma-”

“I’m Jamie Strong, Alice’s best friend,” she winked. “Nice to meet you.”

Alice looked over and caught Jimmy’s attention. She grinned with a maniacal glint in her eye.

Alice was Jimmy’s closest friend. He was also the best  at handling Alice’s craziness when she was feeling unhinged.

“You’re obviously a secret agent, right?” Alice said abruptly.

“Err…what?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell,” she dismissed the issue with an impatient wave of her hand. “So you’re a secret agent. If you were or became a double agent, you’d tell me, right? It’s the responsible thing to do, right?”

“Right,” Jimmy nodded curtly.

“But see, that’s the thing. Wouldn’t it be best not to tell me? After all, as a double agent, telling me those secrets might jeopardize your position, and put me, one of your best friends, at risk of being targeted by the agency you’re deceiving. Am I right?”

“Yeah, I see your point,” Jimmy agreed blindly. Jimmy always tried to follow her train of thought, but eventually he’d give up and just try to understand what she was saying at the moment, instead of trying to comprehend the whole conversation.

Next to them, Jamie and Don weren’t hitting it off so well. It had started fine, but the conversation took a sour turn – quickly.

“What do you mean, she has the most beautiful eyes? I asked you about her personality, and you can’t stop talking about the way she looks!” Jamie was getting frustrated.

“It’s cause I’m so struck by her…beauty! I told you, I like her, would you give it a rest? Sheesh…”

“No I will not give it a rest!” Jamie was getting hysterical. With every word he said he seemed more like a player. Someone like Alice didn’t deserve to be with scum like this guy.

Alice was still feeling dazed by Don’s charms and hadn’t noticed anything was wrong. Jimmy took control of the situation and suggested they head towards the Bistro.

“You wait in line and I’ll ask Jamie and Don if they’re ready.”

“Hmm…okay,” she said dreamily as a reaction to Don’s name. She floated away and turned at the corner.

Jimmy made sure she was gone before walking up to Don. Jamie smirked. Maybe the dog (her new nickname for Jimmy) would be of some use after all.

“Yo,” Jimmy nodded his head towards Don.

“Hey…?” Don blinked, then grinned, “Heeeey, what’re you doing here?..Thought you hated crowds..”

“Yeaaah, well..,” he replied grinning back, “She dragged me over here,” he motioned to Jamie. Her jaw dropped open on cue. Did they know each other??

“Nice,” he winked, “not that I envy you…” He added as an afterthought. He hated it when people got on him about his commitment-issues. He liked Alice, but why did this chick have to treat their relationship so…well…seriously?

“Nah, it’s not like that..I’ll see ya around,” Jimmy turned to Jamie, who was giving him the evil eye.

“I’m heading over to the Bistro with Alice,” he muttered to Jamie-

“Yeah, you do that,” she said caustically. He fled the scene. She wouldn’t let Don have it that easy though. It seemed like it was up to her to save Alice.

“I know what type of guy you are! Smooth-talking, selfish shmucks who go around taking advantage of girls who don’t know any better! You stick to your own kind, you hear me?!” she exclaimed.

“What?!”

“Stick to girls who’re into shallow flings and know what kind of jerk they’re dealing with. Not girls as naive and nice like Alice! If you hurt her, I’ll hire someone to be your personal stalker, understand?!”

“You’re crazy,” he said staring at her in awe.

“You got that right! Now, get out of my plaza!” she cried out hysterically.

“Your plaza?” he said taking a step back in shock.

“That’s right, my plaza. The Strong family owns this whole area, the bookstore, the restaurant, all of it! If you don’t get off our property in the next ten seconds, I’m calling the cops!”

Not knowing she was bluffing, Don left the scene fuming and muttering under his breath. However, Jamie would be more than willing to buy the whole plot if it meant Don would stay away from Alice. She was no hopeless romantic, or a good girl like Alice, but she hated injustice and would stand up against it without hesitation. She stalked over to the restaurant searching the crowd for her friend, or Jimmy.

When she couldn’t find them she searched the crowd for someone who it wouldn’t affect her reputation to say something weird to. With Alice and Jimmy, everything was weird.

“Hey, I’m Jamie Strong,” – she took pride in her family name – “Have you seen a guy with gross looking green hair?”

“Umm…Don’t think so…Pink, yeah, but not green…”

“Hmm….Howbout a girl with black hair? Freckles, really light blue eyes, kinda creepy looking sometimes, maybe wearing something unusual for eating at a restaurant?”

“Alice?” he said in surprise.

“Yeah…you know her?” she said cautiously.

“Yeah…Think she was went in wearing her swim suit.”

“Ah….” She groaned. Why didn’t that idiot ever stop her? “So, she’s still in there..?”

Buck wasn’t paying attention. He was gazing at the door of the Bistro with a wistful expression on his face.

Then it hit her. This guy liked Alice. Feeling pity for him, she wondered if he knew she had a boyfri….

“So…what was your name again?” she said, flashing him a wide grin as Alice and Jimmy exited the restaurant.

Back at home, Andrew and Branzle were having an uneventful night. After Krystal had gotten home from work she had promptly went up the stairs and collapsed on the bed. Not wanting to provoke her, the boys contented themselves with eating Ice Cream and Pizza for dinner.

“I wonder where everyone is…” Andrew wondered restlessly. It was moments like these that made him want to spend the night out on the town with friends.

“Lets go out,” Andrew called to Branzle as he ran upstairs to change.

“Aw…but this is the first pizza I’ve had in a month,” whined Branzle, the aspiring star-athlete.

“Ugh….Why am I here? Why did you wake me up” griped Krystal.

“It’s friends night out! Everyone’s hanging out together,”  said Andrew.

“Oh god…Family-oriented sims, seriously…’ Branzle shook his head in disgust.

Andrew was getting somewhat discouraged by the negative atmosphere, but then he caught sight of his best friend.

“Jamieee!!” Andrew exclaimed. “…Lets go drinking!”

“Good idea! I’ll invite Buck!”

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After a long and eventful night…which consisted mainly of snide comments from Branzle and Krystal, Jamie trying to make Buck and Alice talk, her griping about good-for-nothing ‘shmucks,’ Andrew, telling everyone how much he loved them, laughter and a whole lot of drinks and stares from locals…

Everyone headed home feeling exhausted, giddy, and, in some cases, somewhat nauseous with plans of sleeping in.

“Breakfast’s ready.”

“Oh,” Kim said, surprised. “Thanks.”

“You’re not gonna eat?” asked Kim as Rozii turned on the stereo and started dancing.

“Nah,” grinned Rozii, “ That waffle was supposed to be mine, but yours looked better so I stuffed it into my mouth before we could compete over it.”

“Gee, thanks,” Kim rolled her eyes.

“What kind of dancing is that anyway?” she scoffed.

“Don’t mock the moves man. When’s the last time you went dancing? You’ve got nothing on me.”

After breakfast, Kim took Rozii up on her challenge.

“You’re doing it wrong,” said Rozii.

“As if there’s a right way to dance like this,” retorted Kim.

“You know, I had an idea the other day.”

“What was it?”

“I think you’re really gonna like it,” Rozii said earnestly.

“Lets hear it then.”

“Well, you know how we’ve just moved to this town?”

“Yeah…”

“And we haven’t really been acquainted with any of the neighbors…”

“Get on with it.”

“House party. We put up a couple flyers around town, go door to door, and before you know it, we’re friends with half the town. Howbout it?”

“Hahaha,” Kim laughed mock-gently, still dancing, “Howbout no?”

“Oh, come ooon!” Rozii’s attitude changed abruptly. Kim let out an exasperated sigh.

“We haven’t done ANYTHING since we’ve gotten here, besides redecorate the house,” Rozii rolled her eyes.

“Throwing one party won’t hurt your chances of becoming a doctor any. It’s your chance to meet your neighbors. I’m not saying throw a rave party or anything…although..”

“NO.” scowled Kim.

“You dragged me all the way out here – ” Rozii protested.

“You invited yourself. I told you to stay home, but you wouldn’t stop complaining and ended up stowing away in the moving truck,” Kim said glumly.

“ – telling me lies about how Emerald Harbor was a beautiful city of dreams, with an amazing nightlife, and clubs open 24/7 – ”

“I told you it was a rural and radioactive town that had recently reopened, with hardly any people and rotting buildings with dead things everywhere,” Kim interrupted again, “I said there were demons and evil bald elfs running amok, holding signs like ‘sobriety,’ ‘and ‘sepia,’ and that it was your personal hell,” Kim continued in the same apathetic tone.

“ – and finally convincing me with your plea that your life had no meaning without me in it,” she wailed. “How could you, Kimmy?!” she sobbed.

“I told you that you were nothing but a distraction to me and begged you to leave me alone,” Kim spat out indignantly. It was obvious she was blocking her out.

“Well…although it’s completely your fault that I’m here, I am a reasonable person – howbout we compromise?” Rozii winked.

Kim huffed.

“What’s the compromise?” Better to reach a solution than argue with someone so willfully thick-headed.

“You come with me to this place around town I’d heard about. I’ve been dying to visit it – don’t worry, it’s nothing like a nightclub. No parties. Just..er…getting ourselves better acquainted with the layout of the town, is all. You’ll have to dress up though,” she added.

“And…?” Kim said slowly.

“And I won’t say anything about partying for…the rest of the week,” – Kim raised her eyebrow skeptically – “Or the next two days anyway. Only if you do exactly what I say though.”

“Just don’t make it too outrageous, ok?” Kim said wearily.

“Heh, heh, heh…”

“There’s absolutely no way I’m going in there,” grinned Kim.

“Don’t start with me,” warned Rozii. “I let you wear that hat, remember?”

“Psh,” Kim scoffed. “Whatever, neither I, nor the hat, will be entering this rotting building. You can forget about that already, you hear me?”

“Whats the point of going out in disguise if we’re just going to attract attention anyway,” wondered Kim out loud.

“Look, killjoy,” Rozii put on her reasonable voice, “Since you’re being so difficult, I’ll make you another deal. At least look through the window for me? You don’t have to go inside, but I just wanna take a peak around. You can be my lookout.”

“And if you somehow fail to live up to this simple task, then I get to throw a party at our house. And you’ll have to buy me a bar for my personal use. Otherwise, just stand watch. Just stay put, we’ll go home, and no party talk for 48 hours.”

‘I’ll take it!” exclaimed Kim.

“You’ll have to explain the uniforms though,” Kim said.

“Well, it’s pretty obvious. We look like a couple of crazies, don’t we?” Rozii began.

“But since we’re dressed like this, we’re mostly unrecognizable. No one will suspect it was us….until we meet some of the neighbors maybe. We look pretty colorful for this sort of town.”

“Hey, whats with you?” Rozii nudged her friend. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”

“It’s a-a-a g-g-girl!….And she’s reading!” Kim whimpered. “In a arm chair! Thats red! And she’s alone!”

“Wha-?” Rozii started backing away.

Suddenly the front door flew open. Rozii let out a loud shriek.

Before they could take a second look, they had jumped over the railing and bolted out of there, with Kim leading the way.

“WAAAAIT, KIM, DON’T LEAVE MEEEEEeeeee…!!”

“DOES THIS MEAN WE GET TO THROW A PARTY..??’ Rozzi bellowed.

“What the heck was that?” said the girl.

“Beats me,” shrugged the teen.

They were on the verge of needing an inhaler by the time they got home.

“Hehehe….so you couldn’t even stand watch,” guffawed Rozii.

“Gotta….out…these clothes…Stupid drawer….open!”

“Ah well, there’s no avoiding it now. We’re obligated to throw a house party by an unwritten contract,” Rozii sighed. “Much as I’d like to spare you the annoyance of socializing against your will, it seems the bonds of our friendship are dependent on it.”

“Ah, thanks. I hate this stupid drawer. We should really get a new one. Or replace it with the bar you’re going to get me,” added Rozii thoughtfully.

“Hey,” Rozii called over to Kim as they changed, “Was the girl a changling kid?”

“Change-what?” Kim replied in an irritated tone.

“Some woman by the Bistro asked me if I was a changling the other day. Cause of my hair, I guess.”

“Oh…well, she had pink in her hair. I think I remember seeing some kids like that around the Diner too.” Kim recalled.

“Well….guess we’ll find out…when we invite the entire neighborhood to our party,” Rozii said cheerfully.

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After Kim changed, she left the house to apply for a job at the hospital. And also because she was peeved at all this party-talk.

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Leaving Rozii at home to plan out the party by herself.

Here is the entry I made for Builders 101, found here:  http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/121128.page
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Harald: Wizz, peut être qu’il serait temps de nous exposer la situation sur Gliese?
Wizz: Hem..
Hagen: D’abord, pourquoi est-ce que toi et Debri transportiez Drag III puis que maintenant vous rentrez sur Gliese?

Wizz: Gliese possède plusieurs planètes qui forment un empire. Nous avons des systèmes différents, sommes des peuples différents, mais nous avons un système unifié au niveau de la galaxie: le mégaélecteur. Chaque planète lui envoie les résultats des élections. Le Mégaélecteur les analyse et décrit la situation politique future au Parlement de la galaxie. Ensuite, les politiques font des choix, concluent des alliances ou non en fonction de ses prédictions. C’est pour cela que nous rentrons: nous n’avons pas encore perdu la guerre qui nous oppose à l’Empire, mais nous l’aurons perdue bientôt, donc pas la peine de la faire.

Wizz: Nous ne voulons pas épuisé notre galaxie dans une guerre interne.
Harald: Et… le Mégaélecteur ne se trompe jamais?
Wizz: Non. Car, suite à une fraude informatique à une élection sur Mars, les autorités ont fait en sorte d’avoir un système infalsifiable. Nul ne sait comment il fonctionne, mais il ne se trompe jamais. Il faut préciser que les élections concernent les choix économiques que tel parti politique va faire. Il est donc facile pour un ordinateur de présenter une simulation de ce que cela donnera dans le futur.

Harald: Mais alors… qui fait la guerre et à qui???
Wizz: Il ya deux cent ans, un Empire naquit sur Gliese alors qu’elle n’avait pas encore été colonisée par les terriens. Cet Empire a plusieurs monopoles qui assure sa pérennité et empêche les planètes de se développer sans lui. Le tyran Drag II fut tué lors d’un duel avec celui que nous appelons le libérateur qui y trouva la mort. Nous croyons l’Empire fini, mais il a d’autres forces que nous avions sous-estimées.