Fun Facts about Mot City, August 25th!

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Today's fact comes from us from a special guest.  Stanley Jones is a Representative of Middle Mot's district 17.  Mr. Jones also happens to be a Gator, one of the few non-human members on the Mot City Authority Council.  Mr. Jones has been on the council for ten rotations. We met with Mr. Jones outside of Bunch o' Beans, a local synthesized coffee shop in his district.  We asked him about the political system and what it is like to be one of the few non-human members of the Council.  Here are the fun facts he provided to us:

You know, this coffee is quite horrible.  Does anyone know what type of synthesizer they have?  It needs a serious tweaking.  I need to find a new place that stirs in more blood into the water.  It's so weak.  Sometimes I wonder what the coffee tastes like in Lower Mot, where they actually have the money and space to grow coffee crops...

Oh, sorry to go off on a small tangent.  So you want to know what again?.... ah.  Okay then.  I'll tell you what it's like inside the system.  

I'd like to pretend that I am doing some good for my district, but the human-run council rarely asks for my input.  Wait... let me back up real fast and explain something real fast.  There are fifty districts across all of Mot City.  There are approximately thirty million humans, two million Crocs and a million Gators, give or take.  Non-human species are obviously in the minority both in the general population and within the Council.  Aside from myself, there are two Crocs who represent Upper Mot districts.  That's it.  Three out of fifty. 

So, yeah.  We rarely get to say anything.  I think they like to show us off to the people as a sign of progress, but we never actually get to do anything.  Mostly I just sit there and wait for my hand to be called upon for a vote on something.  Occasionally I meet with Governor Bolgerd, but that is very rare these days. 

What was that?...Yeah, I used to think my job was about doing something good.  After being ignored for so many years, it starts to wear at you, you know?  Now I just try and milk the system for my own personal gain, pretending to fight for my district while taking bribes from corporate and mob interests.  It makes life more bearable.  

Wait.. are you recording this?  You little shit!  Turn your holorecorder off or I will eat you I swear-

Fun Facts about Mot City, August 23rd

Today's Mot City Fun Fact is brought to you by Virtual Convenience Stores: No one virtually microtoasts burritos like Virtual Convenience!

Today's fun fact came from a young human by the name of Flass.  Flass is a detective for the Middle Mot Major Crimes Unit.  We caught up to him outside the detective headquarters buying a tube of meat-like product for lunch from a robotic vendor. Here is what he had to say:

So you want to know about the inter-species gang war between the Crocs and the Gators, eh?  Let me tell you what I know.  

No one knows how it all started.  Some suspect it goes all the way back to the beginning.  I'm talking millions of years.  Some sort of split along genetic lines, I don't know.  One rumor is no better than the other.  Some say it was a war over star-crossed lovers, while others think it's all about proving dominance.  I don't know for sure. All I know is that the blood runs deep between races, and when needed, that blood also drips down the streets of Mot and splatters its pattern all over the walls.  

The Gators...Upper class gangs, if that makes any sense.  They reside mostly in Lower Mot and run a good portion of the Middle.  They run money laundering, cyber-hacking and upper class drugs.  You heard of that new drug, V-87?  It's supposed to enhance holo-devices, make them seem more real.  It's all the rage.  Created by the Gators, and addictive as shit.  As for the Crocs... Well, cheap drugs, illegal wrestling and prostitution are all signs of a middle to lower-class mafia.  They are all over Upper Mot and war constantly with the Gators in Middle Mot.  

I suspect the mutual hatred combined with the desire to control Middle Mot is what has caused so much violence and death.  There is little sense in it, but humans can be just as racist and bigoted as these two races.  The difference is the level of violence we feel, I guess.  That and we don't eat those who get in our way.  Something to consider.  

Anyway, I'm gonna eat my tube of meat now.  We good?  Have a nice day, and enjoy the synthesized sunlight. 

Fun Facts about Mot City, August 21st!

Today's fun fact about our wonderful city is brought to you by Pharglaxote: synthesizing your organs for eventual replacement for fifty years.  Trust your organs to Pharglaxote!

Today's fun fact is written by a wonderful human named Sturgid, who we met outside of Slippery Vance's Puke and Punch, a local dive bar in Upper Mot:

Yeah, I got a fact for ya.  I found out something today.  Did you know that there are holes between levels?  Yeah, that's right.  Upper Mot, which is where I live you know, has holes all over the god-damned floor that lead into Middle Mot.  I got a friend who knows the holes, and gets paid credits to show the Crocs these holes, man.  He says the Crocs use the holes to escape and find ways to get past the police.  Dealing drugs, man.  They also run all the credits through the illegal wrestling matches through these gaps, man.  It's cool as shit.  They lead down tubes that take the Crocs to safety. 

My friend's got a map of it all, on his holo-implants.  He says he's gonna have enough money soon to buy his way to Middle Mot.  Lucky bastard, finding a way out of this shithole.  I'm tired of the leaky roof and the water that tastes like filtered urine.

Say, you got any change?  I traded my rationed water for some credits to buy synth booze.  Please?  Come on man.  I gave you a fact, you jerkweed!