username; Junkratss
kalon name; Gimanhada
alias; Four. Gii.
Gimanhada tapped the cold metal desk with an outstretched claw, grinning as a manila folder labeled Prisoner 606 was slid across the batter plexi-glass barrier. Another dumb staffer, another easy bribe. A click signaled the disarmament of the system, she was free... from this crummy joint- however, listening to the ministers harsh, unrelenting, shrill lecture may as well be worse. So what? It wasn’t the first time she had been caught, and it wouldn’t be the last, yet she still got away with everything... perhaps they underestimated her.
Regardless, she was still contracted under the government. She’d have to behave... for now. She didn’t plan to play their games much longer. But the benefits were nice- especially when you’re an enigma. You can’t be charged if you don’t exist- yes?
Gii slipped into the passing sleek black SUV, lighting a cigarette on the way in and flashing a toothy grin at the chauffeur.
“Pleasure to meet you again, Sir.” Gii mocked.
A stern voice followed, reprehensive. “Gimanhada. you know we can’t keep pulling you out of this, and you know that. Get it together.”
“Oh come on now Eight, you know they’ll keep rescuing us so long as we’re contracted.” Gii cooed... a sinister undertone and knowing grin showed her true intentions.
Of course Eight knew what she was speaking of- He was her partner. But even so one must keep everything at a distance. “Six” really hadn’t told Eight everything- but it was trivial. He was no more than another piece in the puzzle, another brick in the mortar building her way up to the top.
“Eight, love, how much longer do you suppose it’ll be?” She whined, leaning against the back of his seat. “I have all the documents, you know. I could erase ya from their database, remove the other’s coding... we don’t have to be tools anymore.”
Of course, Gii wasn’t a tool. Maybe initially- born into poverty she had been sold as a blank slate. Traded into a program in which she would become an intricate part the information wars Korea had been drug into. She had no real name, no real identity. She was a nameless soldier- nothing more than a tool... At first. But Gimanhada learned quickly, “slipping up” meant visits to the office. The office meant secrets... the office meant a key to power, a name, an identity. No one, of course, expected this from Gimanhada, in the institution as a meek, impudent subject who could not manage even the simplest tasks. She was scarred inside and out from reprimand after reprimand, the office doesn’t like failures.
Every strike, every down-low blow, every stinging word from lips laced with malice fueled her. Every hungry day, every cold night compelled her. Willed her to rise up- to break the shackles which she had born into. Gimanhada was no tool, none of those in the institution were.
Early on she had established a connection with the subjects, networking information from both inside and outside the institution, the office. Biding their time for the right strike, a swift revolution which would sever the ties the establishment had, burn the bonds her fellow subjects were held by. And that revolt was soon, Gii felt it not consciously, but in the fire in her step, the spite in her gaze, the venom in her words. soon.
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The overturn came about abruptly- in a matter of days.
The rumbles began with a huge file release- pictures of the subjects and how they were treated, their living conditions, what they ate, how barren their lives really were. Even born into peasantry, kalons still led better lives. The public was outraged, the Establishment swarmed with press.
From there, the issue was out of Gimanhada’s hands... mostly. Another visit to the office, except this time was different. The Minister was absent. A few simple buttons, an email later, and he would not return. Hours later the headline was plastered about the city-
MINISTER RESIGNED AMIDST ETHICS SCANDAL
Naturally, Gii and Eight, along with several other subjects, soon became spokesman, liars of another kind. She spoke of creulty and lack of care, of starving and scars. She became the symbol of the movement, a surrender to the Info Wars. She was exalted not of her own pure heart or honest intentions- but because of her words. The talent everyone so underestimated, the influence the Office never saw. Gii began living comfortably, even running as the new Minister. Administration under her is.... different, excentric, but fair.
Gimanhada has no interest in the money, the lavish decorations, or the honor she receives. The lifestyle and title mean nothing to her, but she loves the power she wields. The opportunity to make or break a life that she so fiscally holds over those who abandoned her and her partners- those who manipulated her identity- erased herself. Gii has a large sense for justice, and an eye for manipulation, bt she is fair. Any cause she pursues is a good cause, despite her shady nature.
might add art but i’ve been feeling kinda uninspired agh
