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This is the first chapter of the first Pacifica novel. Still has some editing to go, but I think it works as a start to the introduction. Would love to hear comments. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 15, 2011    Reads: 28    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


As with many of the historic dynasties of the past which were as legendary (and protected) as the Dare dynasty of Pacifica, it lasted quite a long time. Nearly 400 years to this point, in fact.
Also in league with many other historic dynasties of the past, the legal and social position of the Dare family evolved dramatically over this prolonged period, beginning with Virginia Dare, leader of a small group of survivors from the lost English colony of Roanoke in present-day North Carolina. She was the first known example of that which is now known as the supermind, a super-genius in every sense of the word: She never forgot anything, and beyond that could comprehend and sort through that information faster and farther than any other human in the known universe. It was her ingenuity, and it alone, which allowed the fledgling society now known as Pacifica to survive, and she began a line of descendents who posess that same indescribable mental prowess, each inheriting the leadership of the country from Virginia Dare in order.
Eventually the role of the Dares in politics was diminished somewhat by the creation of a Senate, a secondary administrative body which was gradually gaining power at the expense of the Dare family. Golan, as current head, knew better than anyone that his entitlement was quickly fading away. People were getting smarter, and while this was a very good thing in itself, it also helped them realize that one person leading an entire country was, at first glance, something approaching the ridiculous, especially in a nation that so prided itself in being the most advanced on the globe. They saw the United States and realized that democracy is the system which best serves the people, quite literally, in fact.
One of the many hot-button topics which pervaded the airwaves this week had to do with Golan's spending on the Moon, seen by many as a failure on Golan's part. Each day the rest of the world came slightly closer to discovering their little archipelago of a country, and anyone with any sense could see that there were only so many slightlies left. Golan had pushed forward with plans for the Moon Developmental Area in anticipation of this, but was not met well by the Senate, furthering the governmental divide.
Many people (perhaps rightly) did not wish to live on the Moon in the squalid conditions which had become it's staple and had been criticized heavily in recent years.
Many other people (also perhaps rightly) also did not feel that continued isolation from the rest of the Earth was in anyone's best interests.
However, these people (perhaps rightly) did not have Golan Dare's inherited gift of foresight.
The aforementioned foresight currently held a 99.6% accuracy rate, and Golan could remember and name all those that fell in that four-tenths with relative ease. He could see what revealing themselves could do, and it rhymed with extortion and possible widescale war. This was also a very good second reason to work on a fallback option on the Moon.
Of course, in typical fashion, families of those currently on assignment in space protested this vigorously. There was a picket line outside the Dare Complex right now, in fact, as there were most days in these recent times.
Always something to complain about, thought Golan vehemently. It has been three years since anyone has died in space, and that was a suicide, only half-believing his own opinion.
He turned to look out the window but caught his reflection instead. Already half gray, at only thirty-three and six years at the helm.
Behind him his secretary, Rebekka, walked in.
"Oscillon's speech is starting, sir. You should watch it."
He knew she was right, and turned to the correct channel on the vision screen without even turning from the window. Rebekka sat, with Golan merely content to listen from where he was.
Bendrick Oscillon was the latest in a growing line of political figures who got their kicks from illustrating how the Dares were a political monarchy and how he personally (Oscillon) was not a Dare but 'normal.' Many of these got no more attention than the odd feature on the liberal media outlets, but Oscillon had managed to grab the spotlight and hold onto it tightly. He had captured many people's attention and was turning it against the Dare family.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I come before you today a very normal man."
Applause.
"I represent you, the people, and I am one of you. No different."
Applause.
"I, and for that matter the Senate itself, represent you best because we know who you are, what you need, what you want. We know the way you think and the way you feel because you chose us from among you."
Applause.
"History had shown us that great leaders can lead a people very effectively for years on end, as long as those people believe that he can make the desicions correctly for the good of the whole."
Applause. Golan sighed.
"No one would deny that Virginia Dare epitomized that leadership. There is no doubt in my mind that I would not be standing here before you today were it not for her supreme ingenuity. She gave us all this, and she is revered in our history books."
Applause.
"But that is where she is now. Only in history."
This raised some eyebrows, but the applause came, albeit hesitantly.
"She always believed in the greater good. The good of humanity was always more important than the good of the one, even if she herself was that one."
Applause.
"And this city is named for her. She gave her life for this great country, and she is the central figure in our history. None of this does she not deserve in full."
Applause.
"But what part of this legacy entitles this, her twenty-third descendent, to make a single decision on our behalf? We should be seeing him as he truly is, not for who his ancient relative was."
Extended applause.
"We have seen with our own eyes the development of the United States of America, a fully democratic nation, and the power it now wields within and without it's borders. If we are truly the advanced nation we believe we are, why do we still have a 17th-century dictatorship leading us?"
Much applause.
"Why not emulate what has been done in America? Let us create a true democracy run and headed by the people. The Dare dynasty has run it's course and Golan Dare has nothing left to hide behind to justify his leadership. Give the Senate full democratic leadership of this country, and free it from the chains of this dictator!"
Amid enthusiasic applause, Golan looked out and saw the dynasty that had been his entire life had very nearly run it's course. He felt unusually unsure of what the future held, and wondered if this was what normal people felt like their entire lives.





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