TRIARIISYSTEMS
TRIARII SYSTEMS // HUMAN RESOURCES DIVISION
You will own nothing. You will be happy.
You will remain loyal forever.
MANUSCRIPT IN PROGRESS — FIRST CHAPTERS INCOMING
Emet Graves used to hunt people for a living.
Now a stolen secret is hiding in his skull — and the corporation that built them both wants its property back.
The year is 2085. A single corporation — Triarii Systems — bought a country out of civil war and never gave it back. In Cascadia City, the last clean air belongs to the corporate green zone and their massive arcology HQ; everyone else breathes the poison air of the Sprawl. Nobody owns anything anymore. You lease your organs, your intelligence, your right to keep living — and if you default, Triarii Human Resources comes to collect.
Emet Graves was Triarii HR: a headhunter who extracted or zeroed the people who tried to escape. An OP gone wrong took his arm, his eyes, and his loyalty — and left him carrying something dangerous: a trillion-dollar Triarii secret that the corp would level cities to get back.
When a dead-drop letter exposes Triarii's endgame — an act of corporate aggression that makes the 2nd Civil War look like a schoolyard fight — one broken enforcer and the ghost in his machine have to break into the most secure building on Earth to stop it.
Society is violently fractured into two worlds, stacked on top of each other. Scroll down and descend from the pristine top of the Arcology into the ruins of the Sprawl.
A colossal, hermetically sealed city-state over downtown Seattle. Tens of thousands of cradle-to-grave corporate drones live and die inside without ever breathing real air — from the manicured Terrarium Ring down through the server-stacked Brutalist Base to the Encased Monolith, where the C-suite and the true AGI mainframes sit in perpetual artificial twilight.
A colossal fortified concrete barrier that severs the corporate Arcology from the favelas below — the hard line between those who own the world and those who merely survive in its shadow. Nothing crosses without Triarii's leave.
The hyper-dense slums built on the ruins of old Seattle, where law is written in blood and scrap.
The biomedical black market — stolen cybernetics, cut in by back-alley ChopDocs.
A vertical shanty town swarming the rusted ruins of the Space Needle.
Tech-rebels and deckers, running a mesh-network off the corporate grid.
Where the cartels bring hot silicon ashore by stealth submersible.
"The Broken Sword"
Former Triarii HR headhunter, now a favela mercenary rebuilt in whining industrial-grade cybernetics. Carries a massive corporate bounty — and a stolen secret in his skull that could rewrite the world.
Clearance Ω required — record sealed.
"The Head Chopper"
De facto mayor and chief surgeon of Chop Hill. A chain-smoking cynic born in the "Before." His clinic is Favela Switzerland — where violence means a permanent ban, or death by turret. Rebuilt Emet. Knows something is living in his head.
"The Oppenheimer of Triarii"
Head of Triarii's Black Labs, tasked with bleeding-edge frontier research. He has spent his life in the gilded cage of the Black Monolith, building the chains that bind the world — and he wants out.
Chapters of Human/Resources will be posted here as they're written — raw transmissions, straight from the Sprawl. Register for clearance below and you'll be pinged the moment the first one drops.
Jerry Kansky writes cyberpunk out of Fairhaven, WA. He lives with his lovely wife, 4 cats and a dog. His hometown is Seattle — the city that, in his fiction, becomes the corporate dystopia known as Cascadia. Human/Resources is his in-progress debut novel about corporate feudalism, salvaged humanity, and the people the system decides it no longer needs.
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