THE DEVELOPED WORLD

Years of living in the People’s Republics have left you defenceless against the Developed World’s most semiotically advanced advertisements. This requires further exploration followed by a ruthless auto-critique.

The most popular beer in the Developed World, called 'dog water' by both its devotees and detractors. Tastes the way your piss might taste after a day of drinking a better beer.

Your pockets are looking a bit empty. Everything feels a bit harder now. You’ve just learned a valuable lesson: In the Developed World, the real crime is being poor.

"Joining the Developed World, at long last! Decades of work. Sweet Nestor set it all in motion, and one could say it's still in progress, but I had a small part to play."

Fringe health theorist, frowned upon by most medical bodies in the People's Republics and the Developed World. Owns dozens of 'wellness centres' across Tsun's Arc, and millions of followers.

This woman is an agent of the Developed World, an enemy of Perpetual Revolution.

In the Developed World, advertisements no longer feature products, only vague promises of a 'life-style'.

"You know, I've heard in the Developed World they have semioticians who insert secret meta-messages into advertisements..."

"Because you haven't yet felt out your trading partner. We're talking about the linchpin of the Developed World: They will deal."

"There are more than a hundred nations in the Developed World. Do you know what it takes to get a hundred different parties to attain mutual satisfaction? Everything must be perfect. No dice rolls, only narration. Except..."

EMTERR, a.k.a. L'Empire sans Territoire, a.k.a. 'The Bank'. Equal parts global development fund and spy service. Linchpin of the Developed World.

A Mircean background makes you a natural for in-theatre work across the Developed World.

A mish-mash of conspiratorial nonsense commonly found in most of the Developed World. One exception: the boars, which may just be a local oddity.

"Maybe you should leave, the Developed World is no place for children."

The Dream of Rustam. For eighty years, there were no kings or bosses -- only open councils, grain cooperatives, and radio poets. As the Developed World spread, the Dream cracked.

"Back to Tsun's Arc. Very far from here. Maybe I'll go to work for my brother. Or maybe I'll sign up for a term on the lunar mines. Really I just want to escape the Developed World."

"Circumstances. I studied on a very generous EMTERR stipend. One of those programs to take gifted but under-resourced youths from the Periphery and educate them in the Developed World."

"He promised us Nestorismo. A new type of politics, his own invention. A middle ground between the Developed World and the Superbloc."

Certainly not part of La Luz. It's a wealthy state in the Developed World, known for its bogs and poets.

The rocket never reached orbit. It disintegrated minutes after the launch. The disaster was broadcast in real time all across the Developed World.

At seven or eight, the memory would've impressed itself deep within the frontal cortex -- hers and those of millions of other children watching across the Developed World.

An example, to prove the Developed World was 'serious' about cracking down on human trafficking.

EMTERR, a.k.a. L'Empire sans Territoire, a.k.a. 'The Bank'. Equal parts global development fund and spy service. Linchpin of the Developed World.

Across the Developed World, the last colonial empires finally crack up -- a bloody wound stanched with billions in foreign currency under the guise of EMTERR's new stabilisation loans.

And in the Developed World?

The few members of the Illuminated Empire allowed to expatriate find themselves in high demand throughout the Developed World as mercenaries and bodyguards.

"You're right. I want nothing to do with the Developed World and its degenerates. Anonimo's imprints were meant to transcend the cesspool of the now, not go dipping our cocks in it."

"It's fine. One day, a new warlord, psychopathic but literate, will appear in the east and melt the Developed World in the crucible of his armies, and in 500 years everything will sort itself out."

You don't. Orlavin-3 is blacklisted in the Developed World and the People's Republics.

"The people around here don't seem to mind. The city's all but part of the Developed World now. Firearms are for the lesser nations."

Treaties, obligations to foreign banks and bureaucracies, third-party audits. All part of joining the Developed World.

EMTERR, a.k.a. L'Empire sans Territoire, a.k.a. 'The Bank'. Equal parts global development fund and spy service. Linchpin of the Developed World.

Fine. The Developed World can have this round. [Leave.]

An old lesson, hard-learned: in the developed world, money is always the way forward.

Then the Developed World will make a fool of you thrice over.

YOU WERE WARNED. THE DEVELOPED WORLD WILL HAPPILY UNBURDEN YOU OF YOUR CURRENCY IN EXCHANGE FOR SERVICES NEVER RENDERED.

Acuerda -- a coastal city of the Illuminated Empire's mainland. A corrupt commercial centre functioning as the launchpad for Luzian goods, directed at the Developed World.

EMTERR, a.k.a. L'Empire sans Territoire, a.k.a. 'The Bank'. Equal parts global development fund and spy service. Linchpin of the Developed World.

EMTERR, a.k.a. L'Empire sans Territoire, a.k.a. 'The Bank'. Equal parts global development fund and spy service. Linchpin of the Developed World.

Five years ago, he was one of the top experimental somnologists in the Developed World.

"L'Empire Sans Territoire. We are a bank... The Bank... highly invested in the economic stability of the Developed World."

"Bringing them into the Developed World won't make that much difference... if anything, it will legitimise the culture and render it... less sexy."

"A free peek in the girl's changing rooms, of course! A dalliance with the Developed World. Culture Blockade comes down, La Luz get to hawk their wares uninhibited."

The master treaty that Ended History and stagnated all current world affairs, signed ninety-six years ago by the Developed World and the Superbloc.

"He'll be fine... It's only the Developed World at stake."

EMTERR, a.k.a. L'Empire sans Territoire, a.k.a. 'The Bank'. Equal parts global development fund and spy service. Linchpin of the Developed World.

"You haven't seen them in action." He flickers his fingers across his face. "There's a reason why they are so often entrusted with... the fate of the Developed World."

"The rest of the Developed World."

Is it, you know, the Superbloc and the Developed World, the power-people? Or do you think it's the regular people who never bother to read the fine print of their own existence?

WORKERS OF THE DEVELOPED WORLD WORSHIP THEIR REPLACEMENT.