Brussels
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WELCOME TO BRUXELLES, CAPITAL OF THE WORLD!
Ever wanted to see the world's greatest art?
Come to Bruxelles!
Ever wanted to work under the world's greatest minds - science, law, policy?
Come to Bruxelles!
Ever wanted to make your name known for changing the world?
Come t-**ERROR SITE INACCESSIBLE///PLEASE HOLD
So you wanna know the deal with us?
It's simple really. Corpos - sorry, politicians - live in the city-state inside of Bruxelles, the rest of us live in the arcologies. They enjoy the high life and we work our asses off to dream big another day.
Oh? This house? Yeah, it was co-funded by the European Union. They pay exactly 1.3% of my rent every month - the rest goes to the fuckin' small business that owns this level of the arcology - which is coincidentally largely funded by Arasaka money. So yeah, I still pay money to Arasaka, but it takes longer for it to get from A to B.
Sure, my car's co-funded by the European Union too. They made me switch its engine like last week 'cause of some new regulations that came into place. Oh yeah, the lawmakers behind the wall passed that legislation, yep. They also passed legislation freezing my salary indefinitely. You know who got a pay rise? My fuckin' landlord!
Oh yeah, landlording is a job now under the forms-file dash five-o-fuck-my-life. They get paid a monthly wage - every time I buy something, the Europeans take some 20% off the top and they invest it in water for the Africans, guns for the Americans and paying the fuckin' AI who manages this building a living wage. Can you imagine?
Lemme paint you a real nice picture: They live there, they write their laws there, they vote that shit into their comissions, they control everything that goes in and out. And here we are, on the outskirts, playing with our own shit. But hey, at least we're not British, huh?
