The Columbia Post
(1) After the dreams of the space race were shattered, a bubble called "The Joint Developement Region" Still held on : another side of Nox's life.
(2) Columbia Post Newsletter (3)April 12, 1999 (4)Karen Grossman
(5) The photo on the right was taken in Unity City in 1999 by freelance photojournalist Eddie Cohen. (6)
The image below shows the currently designated "Joint Development Region " insignia . (7)
Unity City:
The sky was overcast, and light snow was falling. The "Cosmodrome Tactical Unit" marched out in three neat rows from a rusty iron gate, their bayonets gleaming coldly on their shoulders. Captain Julius surveyed everything with a stern gaze—from the overcast sky to the passersby who were taking cover nearby before getting into the back of a sidecar motorcycle.
As a member of the most important social class in the noble republic of Ruvila, the knightly class Julius served in the United Territory police force, which was characterized by a thoroughly Phalansterian pragmatism, Julius held the position of squad leader. Her seriousness and selflessness earned her both respect and fear from her colleagues. A subtle blend of haughty chivalry and the suffocating collectivism within the Iron Curtain clung to her. Julius never neglected her military bearing, always carrying a saber with a gilded hilt and a full set of daggers, polishing the embroidered silver threads on her collar and sleeve insignia until they gleamed. These gleaming ornaments might attract fire during operations, but they also made her easily intimidating—some colleagues would even scream at the mere sight of her.
This 19-year-old female knight came from a "two-foot-tall" family.
"two-foot-tall" families—in the Republic of Ruvila refers to impoverished noble families who have lost all their possessions. Therefore, she had reason to be resentful of her current job: driving away angry, hungry scavengers across a vast wasteland littered with rocket fuel contamination, scavengers could devour landed pods like termites. Julius's official pay was 2,500 union ruble per month—equivalent to about 9.3 Vespuccian pounds at the practically nonexistent official exchange rate—and it was often delayed by a month or two.
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Julius in uniform
“Of course, prices are high in Unity City, and I also need to buy a lot of books, so I have to cut back on my food and clothing and live frugally.” When questioned by a reporter about how he could make a living with such a low legal income, Julius said nonchalantly, “But other units are in even more difficulty, so I have nothing to complain about.”
"Once you get used to it, you can run and shoot, even though it's very difficult."
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Outdated and inefficient industrial facilities leave Unity City shrouded in toxic fumes and dust year-round.
A Western-like scenario plays out almost weekly in the Union. Since 1993, Earth's annual tonnage into orbit has decreased by 77%, and at the other end of this fragile, slender space highway lies the only trace of modern civilization on Nox crude Union-style consumer goods, massive, gloomy factories, and unsymmetrical dimethylhydrazine propellant flowing into waterways, bubbling in puddles at every landing site, causing deformities and premature births in the surrounding infants. Julius is acutely aware of the dangers of these byproducts of civilization—sometimes she has to cover her ornate military uniform with a rubber hazmat suit and fasten a skull-like gas mask while chasing scavengers.
“Once you get used to it, you can run and shoot,” Julius said, “though it’s difficult.” As she spoke, she was removing her disposable hazmat suit so the fire department could collect, clean, and reuse it. And the scavengers vying for the landing site had more than just that…