THE DEVELOPED WORLD

"Until the Developed World came knocking?"

"Oh dear. Has your time in the Developed World got you looking for a little ideological pick-me-up?"

"Oh dear. Has your time in the Developed World got you looking for a little ideological pick-me-up?"

"Oh dear. Has your time in the Developed World got you looking for a little bedtime ideology?"

"Oh dear. Has your time in the Developed World got you looking for a little bedtime ideology?"

"The Developed World is basically a massive machine for continually extracting small amounts of money from people. All you need to do is turn that machinery into your own automated teller."

"Let's call it 'for blending into the Developed World', shall we?"

"Welcome to the Developed World. If you don't know who's paying out, it's probably you."

"That's a relief. I've heard cases of 'compulsive set collection' are on the rise across the Developed World. I'd hate for you to succumb mid-assignment."

"Melita! How are people in the Developed World supposed to make money?"

Very likely. The Wachbann series is manufactured primarily in Ibn-Afar, one of the Developed World's extra juris partners.

"Authoritarianism's cool and stuff when the economy's golden. Not so much when the debts you racked up all over the Developed World start going 'cha-ching'."

Swirls of dye runoff slide over the surface of one of the most polluted waterways in the Developed World. Nevertheless, there are those who make their home there.

"As we in the Developed World don't have the luxury of relying on magic, we replaced it with compound interest."

A quid pro quo, even in the legal murk of the Developed World.

OUR SO-CALLED 'SPY' DIDN'T EVEN NEED AN INTERROGATION TO BREAK. A DAY EXISTING IN THE DEVELOPED WORLD WAS ENOUGH.

Imported from the whole of the Developed World.

"Odours of degeneracy and mutation the likes of which only the Developed World can produce. Of my purported 'equals', one is a high-tier alcoholic, the other some sort of modern pervert."

As of this year, 26% of all media originates from Luzian-affiliated distributors. Weekly textile shipments from La Luz to the Developed World: 1.5 million tonnes.

"You could say it's my fault for thinking the Developed World had anything to offer but degeneracy and mutation. Whoopsies."

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.

"The Developed World's got some nice stuff here."

BY DESIGN. THE ARCHITECTS OF THE DEVELOPED WORLD WOULD HAVE YOU ACCEPT AN ENDLESS CYCLE OF CONSUMPTION AND DECAY.

THE TESTING GROUND FOR TECHNOLOGIES OF DEHUMANISATION KNOWN AS THE DEVELOPED WORLD.

FICTITIOUS CAPITAL IS AMONG THE MOST DESPICABLE OF THE DEVELOPED WORLD'S TORTURE DEVICES.

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.

"And then the Developed World came in and carved you up."

"The Developed World's win condition was our obedience, and the lands. They didn't get either. If anything, you'd call it a stalemate."

"And then La Luz will flood the Developed World with all that futuristic techno stuff? Sounds very, very naughty Frederik."

A scale model stuffed with fireworks, fixed to a wire on a secret backlot and broadcast across the Developed World.

"On paper. In truth, the Developed World and your Superbloc are a two-headed lizard: one driven by plentitude, the other by lack, both trapped by the situation they created."

The receiver buzzes warmly in your hand. In the wiry nerves of the city you just left, ideologies crash against one another like waves. Across the Developed World and beyond, telephones begin to ring...

"If it occurred within the Developed World, it surely would have been. Unfortunately for Dr. Straniak's subjects, it occurred 400,000 kilometres above it."

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.

"No. What young CASCADE saw was a pre-recorded video, seamlessly intercut and simultaneously distributed across the Developed World. A miracle of misdirection."

"Big day arrives, dignitaries from across the Developed World line up on stands, TV crews broadcasting live to hundreds of classrooms filled with saucer-eyed schoolchildren..."

"Take your pick. We're nominally in the Developed World, that's EMTERR's home pitch."

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.

"Of course. Massive spectacle. They'd want to broadcast across the Developed World, make an 'event' of it." He takes a drag. "Endgame of these secret treaties, I suppose."

"There are some who'd say the Developed World is nothing but a great big mask obscuring a face of horrors."

"No. What unsuspecting millions saw was a pre-recorded video, seamlessly intercut and simultaneously distributed across the Developed World. A miracle of misdirection."

"He's probably neck deep in drug-lathered prostitutes, lobotomised by the latest in electro-pop dreck. Wonders of the Developed World."

Boo-hoo-hoo, the 'fascist's money'. People across the developed world would kill to own these goods.

After the rocket exploded live on the world's television screens, Sweet Nestor made bold televised speeches blaming 'foreign hands'. By the time he boarded the helicopter that would ferry him to exile, he'd accused at least half the Developed World of engineering the disaster.

Had the launch been an official success, Portofiro would've become one of the big boys of the Developed World.

'Prosperity and autonomy beckon; children not yet born are already grateful. The Developed World will gawp at our triumph. Mourn not the past, for what awaits is our DESTINY. NESTORISMO TO THE STARS!'

Portofiro would've become one of the Big Boys of the Developed World.