Upon stations all across inhabited space, in Coriolis starports in Lave, Achenar, Alioch, and Sol, thousands of advertisement boards - most notably those that were previously displaying Azimuth Biotech - "Securing Our Future" ads - all sorts of electronic noise begins to cut in, interrupting and fading out the normal scheduled programming with white noise. After a moment, the white noise is replaced by the image of a man clad all in blue, helmeted and masked and seated in a darkened room. The man inhales a shot of rum through a filter on his helmet, and then salutes the audience.
"Aaah... Hello, there, galaxy! Dayson Fane, here. I've hacked another set of broadcast relays to bring you the following friendly advice: Don't trust the superpowers. Don't trust ANY of them. The Federation spies on you, taxes you, and squabbles over the most basic things. The Empire enslaves you, drugs you, and clones you to do its bidding. The Alliance can't even decide what it wants to do, other than steal the most advanced tech it can get its grubby mitts on. And they ALL expect you to believe that one centralized, concentrated government, with its perspective limited to a few select systems, can run your life better than you can. So don't believe a single damned one of them. Rise up now. Take your systems back. I - Dayson Fane, hacker and freedom fighter extraordinaire - stand with you. Don't let distant masters decide the fate of the frontier ever again. Choose your colors. Choose your own destiny. Such is our way."
"Dayson Fane, out."
The noise returns. Soon after, the station billboards resume their prior programming. All is as if nothing at all happened... But did something start, here?
"Aaah... Hello, there, galaxy! Dayson Fane, here. I've hacked another set of broadcast relays to bring you the following friendly advice: Don't trust the superpowers. Don't trust ANY of them. The Federation spies on you, taxes you, and squabbles over the most basic things. The Empire enslaves you, drugs you, and clones you to do its bidding. The Alliance can't even decide what it wants to do, other than steal the most advanced tech it can get its grubby mitts on. And they ALL expect you to believe that one centralized, concentrated government, with its perspective limited to a few select systems, can run your life better than you can. So don't believe a single damned one of them. Rise up now. Take your systems back. I - Dayson Fane, hacker and freedom fighter extraordinaire - stand with you. Don't let distant masters decide the fate of the frontier ever again. Choose your colors. Choose your own destiny. Such is our way."
"Dayson Fane, out."
The noise returns. Soon after, the station billboards resume their prior programming. All is as if nothing at all happened... But did something start, here?
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