If the High Lord Won’t Help, Why Are the Aliens Still Here?
Continental VoiceMay 31, 2440 By Marisa Okafor, Opinion Matthew Marmaduke, Freeholder of Missouri and self-described High Lord of the V’ren, wants to tour […]
Continental VoiceMay 31, 2440 By Marisa Okafor, Opinion Matthew Marmaduke, Freeholder of Missouri and self-described High Lord of the V’ren, wants to tour […]
Global Standard OnlineMay 31, 2440 By Arjun Menon, Staff Columnist Matthew Marmaduke says he is not coming to fix your problems.
Frontline Earth OnlineMay 31, 2440 Opinion: The Man, the Machine, and What We Think We Are Owed By Janel Okoro,
Kevin was bored out of his mind and trying very hard not to look like it. The Mexico City pad
Hotel MéridaJune 8, 2440, 3:40 PMMérida, Yucatán The interview did not look like a summit, it looked like a late
The UNAM arts courtyard smelled like jacaranda, coffee, and fresh varnish. Lights ran in clean lines between the columns, soft
Earlier that afternoon, the first shuttle from Arrow Rock had come and gone. It left behind Lola Rhea, a handful
At a crowded agribusiness conference, Matt Marmaduke skips migrant-labor platitudes and goes straight to the V’ren, the beacons, and the hard math of borders. He unveils Elkhart, Kansas as a third inland port, invites Ten Tribes and DFZ haulers to cross free, and reminds everyone how little anyone can do about “space cowboys.”
Matt shows T’mari the townhouse that once belonged to Annette, then reads the world’s snark about his youth tour from the front seat of an SUV. One furious livestream later, he fires his PR team, promotes T’mari into a wartime consigliere role, and reframes the world tour as something more than feel-good optics.
Maja expected backlash, maybe a stiff official warning. She did not expect Ninja Clan X, Star Wars door sounds, or two stormtroopers lounging with yakitori. Then the helmet came off, and Matt Marmaduke offered her a job, a tour, and a new name. T’mari promised diplomatic leverage, and mischief.
Matt’s phone buzzed again, crawling across the table like it wanted out. “Answer it,” T’mari said, eyes on her tablet. “Or turn it off.” “If I turn it off, Angelina will materialize by sheer will,” Matt said. The wall screen floated with edits. “That title is dead,” T’mari added.
Matt briefs senior V’ren and human logistics officers on carving straight rail corridors, anchoring biopolymer tethered track, and building sitios that will grow into barangays, towns, and municipalities. Questions turn to staffing, law, immigration, and cross partnering, revealing his practical, protective leadership and the Trust’s coming authority over settlement rules as the fleet goes dirt-side.