Hopeless Conversations

[Sasha Kropotkin]

"I don't know much about him, other than he's a believer in a system that is just as tyrannical as its predecessor. He doesn't seem to be very realistic, if you ask me. I'm sure he's a nice person, just misguided is all."

We enter the airport terminal.

[Simona Weil]

I watch as Sasha and Mikko leave. I am all alone now but for Chaos, Wyrm, and Cheap Paradox. I miss Sasha already.

I go into Wyrms room so I can help him with the site.

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

"I think any idealogy can be abused for the sake of a minority. It might be brash to say that he's misguided if you're basing what he believes in off of Red Infinity. He split from the party, did he not?"

I somehow knew that he left Red Infinity...

"That should say something about his politics right there."

We near the airport terminal.

[Alexander Carnegie]

Hugo throws a bucket of water on me, and begins licking my shoes. I forgot that he doesn't speak english. This must be some sort of Brazillian custom.

I notice that the lemur is looking at us funny, and begins to walk away. He must not know much about Brazillian customs.

I notice that my shoes are now shinier than ever before.

[Dinari Dollar]

The puddle is really poison and I pass out on the floor.

That juice was great.

In my dream I am a little girl who likes to play jump rope...

[Sasha Kropotkin]

We arrive on the plane, without any hassle from the attendants.

"Mikko, I don't think you understand. As long as there are governments, there will always be tyranny. Bassarov and his rebels don't see this, and that is why we are going to Helsinki. He simply wants to exchange one dictator for another."

The plane takes off.

[Alexander Carnegie]

Hugo passes out at my feet. Shoe polish can't be good for anyone. I notice that there is a trampoline where the couch used to be, and I decide to go jump on it for awhile.

"This trampoline sucks..."

I lay down on the trampoline, and stare up at the ceiling, which is now made out of pudding. A drop of pudding hits me on the head, and I taste it.

"Mmm, tapioca..."

I fall asleep on the trampoline.

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov considers what Quan told him. He longs for a vacation, but knows he can not do that right now. Time and space is a luxury that he does not have. Such things get sacrificed for the greater goods of the rebel movement.

Bassarov calls Toivo and finds out that the Green Party was attacked, but that they too are rebuilding.

The Capitalists and Anarchsits have also been rebuilding.

Soon all of the rebel movements will be back in action.

Bassarov is satisfied with this. He decides to take a few hours off and go to the coffee shop so he can plan his lessons for tomorrow.

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

"What you say is true, only if the government is based on a minority. If the government truly represents the masses, then all of the tools that the state uses to repress us will no longer be used in the same fashion, and will eventually wither away. So ultimately, the end goal of communism is anarchy, but you can't simply jump into anarchy without some transitional phase."

As the plane lands, I begin to feel my politics drift away from my compatriot.

"Not all government is tyranny, even in anarchy, there is a governmening of sorts."

We get off the plane, and exit the terminal.

[Sasha Kropotkin]

I smile at Mikko.

"Maybe you were a rebel in a past life, friend. Would you like to discuss this in a more informal context, at say a coffee shop?"

Mikko agrees, and we walk to a local coffeehouse. We are right about to sit down, when I see a familiar face, it's Bassarov.

"Well, there he is. You can cut out the middle man, and ask about him yourself, if you're still interested."

[Valodya Bassarov]

I see Sasha and some stranger enter the coffee shop. I pick up my coffee and sit next to them.

"You don't mind if I sit here, do you? There is nothing worse than an anti-social socialist."

So the anarchists have come to town. Well, that's just lovely. I don't mind them. In fact, I need someone political to talk to. Right now, they are probably the only people in the city who understand my politics...even if they don't agree.

"How have you been, Kropotkin? I have seen better days myself, but things are getting better."

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

I see this man before me, and I know I've met him before. He obviously doesn't recognize me, otherwise he would have said something, so I decide to keep it to myself. My anxiousness about knowing this person made me respond.

"By all means, sit! I hope everything's okay... Err, sorry Sasha, I didn't mean to jump in like that..."

[Sasha Kropotkin]

I'm a little annoyed that Mikko cut off my sentence.

"It's okay, Mikko. I've been doing well, friend. Antero was captured though, and as you can imagine, there isn't much of an outcry to get him released within the party."

I turn to Mikko.

"This is Mikko by the way. He recently joined us, and is an excellent marksman."

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov shakes Miko's hand.

"I suppose since Antero tends to destroy things...often...he is enough of a threat that Red Infinity wants him dead. I am sorry to hear that your comrade is once again in prison."

Bassarov actually cares nothing for Antero, since the anarchist youth ruined his concert with his destructive antics.

"Our church HQ was completely destroyed by the League of the Godless at Mischa's funeral. It was something else. At least we have a new facility now."

[Sasha Kropotkin]

"Yes, it is sad..."

I begin to worry again about what Antero will say when he sees me again.

"I'm glad you all have everything up and running again. I'm sorry to hear about Mischa..."