Supercute second future, p.1
Supercute Second Future, page 1
Table of Contents
Title Page
About This Book
Copyright
Acknowledgements
Supercute Second Future
Other Books by Martin Millar
Supercute
Second Future
Mox and Mitsu, owners of Supercute, have millions of dedicated fans all over the world. Supercute has grown into one of the world’s largest and most powerful conglomerates. They now own their own weapons company and their London headquarters is protected by an advanced array of drones and missiles. Despite this, they’re in danger again. An international force of hostile consortiums, armed mercenaries and artificial intelligences is conspiring to bring them down. Mox and Mitsu would much rather concentrate on their cute clothes and toys but once more they’re obliged to fight to survive in their ruined, flooded, irradiated future.
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Supercute Second Future
Copyright © Martin Millar 2022
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You’re spending the whole day at a photo shoot? With everything else that’s happening at the moment?’
‘Life must go on,’ declared Mox. ‘When there were rumours of a rogue submarine about to nuke London, did we panic? No. We kept right on with the Plumpy Panda promotion and now Plumpy Panda is one of the world’s best selling soft toys. We’ve always shown courage in the face of adversity.’
Cover by Simon Fraser
Thanks for help: Gordon Millar, Nicolle Leitch, Marie Heibel, Simon Fraser, Derek Judge.
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The Supercute Empire is under attack from their competitor Moe Benny, but Mox and Mitsu won’t go down without a fight.
‘We have plenty of explosives…Tell Sachi they’re in a pink bag with Supercute Boom-Boom on the side.’
Supercute Second Future
‘We killed Moe Benny because he attacked us. We considered killing AIFU because he let us down badly, though we decided just to send him away instead. We did arrange for the assassination of Ms Mason, CEO of RX Enviro. And Captain Edwards, who worked for us.’
Mitsu paused. She glanced at Mox, then stared at the miniature rock garden at their feet. Their therapist waited patiently for her to continue. ‘We didn’t expect to be killing anyone when we started Supercute.’
‘You were attacked. Many people would say you had a right to defend yourselves.’
‘I know. But there were others. Some of them a long time ago. Business disputes, you might say.’
‘Has this been troubling you?’
There was another pause before Mox replied. ‘Troubling us? Not exactly. It doesn’t make us feel great.’
Mitsu brushed a strand of pink hair from her face. ‘Supercute is now one of the largest and richest organisations in the world. You can’t achieve that without some deaths along the way. Not with the way the world is these days.’
They fell silent. Their artificial intelligence therapist waited for either of them to continue. He never hurried them.
‘After we killed Moe Bennie we took his jacket and nailed it to the wall in one of our private apartments.’
The therapist had heard many strange things from Mox and Mitsu. This made him raise his eyebrows.
‘Spolia opima,’ explained Mitsu. ‘Rich spoils, in ancient Rome. When a Roman commander defeated an enemy commander in face-to-face combat, he took his armour. It was a big honour. Like a Triumph, but better. We thought we’d revive the custom. We stuck Moe Bennie’s jacket on a wall and wrote spolia opima underneath. It’s an ugly scrawl, we didn’t make it look neat.’
Their therapist nodded. He was never critical which was one reason they liked him.
Mox sighed. ‘Sometimes we’re not very nice, really.’
—
Mitsu rushed over the stage and grabbed Mox’s arm.
‘Mox, we’re in trouble!’
‘What’s wrong?’
‘The kittens are angry again!’
‘Oh no! Not another super-kitty rampage!’
Suddenly the Supercute stage was full of stampeding kittens. There was nothing to do but flee. Mox, Mitsu, Presenter Bear, Plumpy Panda and the host of brightly dressed teenagers around them rushed for the cover of the Stonehenge Cuddly Super Set at the side of the stage. All around the world, the Supercute audience, connected to Supercute Space, ran with them, fleeing from the angry kittens. Mox’s Supercute Big Colour Super V-Hair streamed over her face as she crouched behind the one-metre-tall henge. ‘These naughty kittens!’
‘They never behave themselves!’ cried Mitsu.
There were shrieks of laughter as the cute kittens began to scamper around the Stonehenge Cuddly Super Set, threatening to overbalance some of the henges. Above them in the control station Morioka Sachi added a little more laughter to that coming from the stage. She didn’t have to strengthen it much; there was already a lot of mirth. A lot of amusement around the world too. Supercute was the world’s most watched show and the Super-Kitty Rampage was a regular and popular feature. Many were realistic renditions of actual kittens but some were pink or blue or yellow, with slightly larger eyes, part of the super-kitty pack that was always on hand to threaten chaos. As they began to invade the inner circle of Stonehenge, Mitsu rose to her feet and sternly addressed a young white and tabby cat, larger than her companions.
‘Small Cute Presenter! What’s the meaning of this outrage? You’re destroying Cuddly Stonehenge!’
‘We want to be fed!’ cried Small Cute Presenter, leader of the band and a well-known character on the show.
‘We don’t have any food,’ replied Mox. ‘The shipment didn’t arrive!’
This resonated with their audience. Many of their fans were familiar with food shortages. There were plenty of places around the world where it was easier to put on your visor and connect to Supercute that it was to find a regular meal.
‘The super-kitties demand to be fed!’ The kittens meowed furiously. More henges were toppled over.
‘Help!’ shouted Mox. ‘There’s a super-kitty nibbling my ankle! Bad kitten!’
Just as the chaos threatened to overwhelm them, a large pink and white valocopter appeared above their heads. The advanced craft hovered noiselessly. A hatch opened and Captain Yến appeared. At the sight of her, applause erupted from all sides. Phan Thị Yến was a highly regarded person in the world of Supercute. The Vietnamese pilot was well-known outside of Supercute too. As leader of the Supercute Rescue Mission, she’d participated in numerous relief operations in every continent. Captain Yến, dressed in her pink Supercute camouflage flying suit, was a dashing figure, a real life heroine among the cute clothes and kittens. Tall, athletic, good-humoured even in difficult circumstances, she was the visible face of Supercute’s relief work. This work was expensive, expansive, and had saved many lives, bringing fresh water, food and shelter to millions of disaster victims. On the walls of Supercute’s huge London headquarters were awards, certificates and commendations from the United Nations, UNESCO, the World Health Organisation and many other official bodies thanking them for their assistance.
‘I’ve brought food for the kittens,’ cried Captain Yến, smiling. ‘Tuna steaks for everyone!’
The kittens leapt around excitedly as Captain Yến began to unload her cargo. The AI controlling the kittens boosted the volume so that Supercute’s audience were overwhelmed with the happy sound of kittens purring with pleasure. Had they been real the kittens would have had good reason to purr. Tuna was rare and extremely expensive. Only the richest people could afford tuna fish for themselves. It was highly unlikely that anyone was actually feeding it to cats. However, that was the real world. Here in Supercute, life was much happier.
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Mox and Mitsu walked from the elevator towards the meeting rooms on level two of their headquarters. Both were exactly the same height. A long time ago Mox had been a centimetre taller but as part of their many biotech advancements they’d evened it out, by choice.
‘It’s still surprising how many boards there are in Supercute and how many we’re on.’ Mitsu sounded mildly irritated. ‘We try and keep it simple but they still accumulate.’
Mox and Mitsu were joint owners of the vast Supercute Empire, a conglomerate that included Supercute Entertainment, Supercute Communications, MitsuMox Global Merchandise, Supercute Greenfield, Supercute ZanZan Defence, Mokusei Space Transit, Supercute Mokusei Financial Holdings and others. There was no place on earth in which they did not have a presence. Supercute Greenfield, the desalination business on which much of their wealth was based, was ubiquitous around the world’s coastlines. For years their advanced technology and superior business acumen had enabled them to bring fresh water to a large proportion of the world’s population making them an unmatched giant in the field of environmental relief and repair. Their show, with its focus on cute toys and clothes, had first brought them to public attention, but it was t
The administration of their huge empire was a formidable task. This was made easier by their policy of delegation in which Mox and Mitsu trusted the boards of each part of the conglomerate to run their businesses efficiently, and also by SAID. Supercute Artificial Intelligence Development had grown out of the company’s translation expertise, which in turn had grown out of Mox and Mitsu’s considerable language skills. They now controlled an array of advanced artificial intelligences. These days it was not unusual for the largest companies to have very diverse interests. These conglomerates were huge in comparison to their historical counterparts. C19 covered virtually every aspect of human existence and since the acquisition of ZanZan Defence, Supercute were now one of C19’s strongest members.
Such a huge empire did require many layers of management. The Supercute Board was the most senior executive layer but each subsidiary had its own board. Here in Supercute Headquarters they were responsible for producing the Supercute show, the flagship of the whole empire. Just as important was Supercute Space Warriors, the gaming galaxy that had grown into an extremely popular franchise, more popular even than some of the specialist gaming companies that had previously dominated the market.
Mox and Mitsu had two meetings scheduled. The first was with the Board of Supercute Entertainment. ‘That shouldn’t take long,’ said Mox. ‘We need to buy Spacewalk no matter what it costs. Most of the board agrees and if some don’t then they’ll just have to fall into line.’ Mox and Mitsu owned the company as majority shareholders. There were investors who had to be catered for and business realities that couldn’t be ignored but ultimately they were in charge.
‘I hope it’s quick because the meeting with the production committee’s going to take longer. We’ve got new ideas and Sachi always takes some persuading.’
‘Then there’s Castle.’
‘We don’t have to meet him.’
‘We do really.’ Despite all their official boards and committees, Mox and Mitsu tended to rely on their most trusted advisors. One of those was Ben Castle. He’d only recently been brought back into the fold as Head of Security, but they trusted him. Not long ago he’d stood beside them in a dank, underground, radioactive tunnel, risking his life in a desperate battle with hostile drones. After such violent combat they knew they could rely on him, providing his drinking was under control, which it seemed to be.
The board of directors meeting went smoothly. The production meeting took longer, as anticipated. Mox and Mitsu had new set designs, new outfits to suggest and several new characters they wanted integrating into the show. There was some resistance. Their senior producer, Morioka Sachi, was unconvinced. ‘Do we really need a new cute Brazilian girl on stage? We’ve got plenty of cute girls already.’
‘We have a lot more opportunities in South America. 5-Research think Cute Brazilian Girl will help with that.’
‘5-Research always sees room for expansion,’ said Sachi, sourly. ‘Their ideas generally involve adding characters to the show whether we need them or not.’
‘Igraine?’ Mox turned to their Artificial Intelligence Forecast Unit. ‘Do you agree with 5-Research?’
Igraine, a pale, dark-haired and extremely lifelike android, nodded her head. Since arriving at Supercute, her movements and facial expressions had greatly improved. Were it not for the small traces of metal on her face she’d have appeared entirely human. Igraine was an extremely powerful unit with many capabilities. She could forecast future trends more accurately than most of the AIs used by large investment companies. She was connected to every AI used by Supercute and was able to give an accurate summary of current events in any part of their empire. Since joining Supercute she’d brightened her appearance. Her trousers and sweatshirt were still the basic black of the standard AIFU but over them she now wore a Supercute yukata with a pink and white pattern based on one designed and bequeathed to Mitsu by her mother.
Mitsu’s mother had died a long time ago, killed by one of the tsunamis that swept over Tokyo after the impacts. Mox’s mother had died some time before that, while giving birth to her. Neither Mox nor Mitsu’s parents had lived long enough to see their daughters reach adulthood. It was a taboo subject at Supercute. No one ever mentioned it.
—
Amowie in Nigeria, Birgit in Iceland and Meihui in China met in Supatok as they did every day. They were excited by Amowie’s news. ‘They’re really taking you?’
‘Yes! Mox and Mitsu are going to the Paris show themselves but they’ll be opening a space for visiting other fashion shows and they said I can come with them!’
At one time it would have been an unbelievable development. Actually joining Mox and Mitsu in some of their own personal space to visit fashion shows in Paris was a remarkable honour, not one normally extended to fourteen-year-old fans, no matter how devoted. Amowie was more than a normal fan. She’d been made a Supercute SuperSuperFan last year after helping Mox and Mitsu in their struggle against Moe Bennie. She’d rendered them great assistance, even if she was reticent about some of the details. Afterwards, Supercute had rewarded her handsomely. Amowie could now be found walking around her village in Igboland dressed in a complete set of Supercute camouflage in four shades of pink, wearing the highest grade visor which could connect her to Supercute from anywhere. She had a special edition of every Supercute Space Warriors game and a Stonehenge Cuddly Mini Set assembled in her bedroom. Not only that, Mox and Mitsu had asked her for her opinion on new developments in Supercute Space Warriors. Her friends were pleased for her. Amowie deserved it. She’d put herself in danger for Mox and Mitsu. Besides, her connection was proving beneficial to them too. Mox and Mitsu had asked Amowie to talk to her friends about gaming, meaning they all had some input into the new Space Warriors expansion pack which was a very exciting thing to happen.
‘I want Roota to move on from Jax.’ Meihui’s Mandarin was instantly and accurately translated into Icelandic and Igbo by the Supatok space they shared. Mox and Mitsu had risen to prominence partly through their ability to communicate with the whole world. In the days before instant translation their phenomenal language skills had allowed them to talk to more people in more countries than anyone had managed before. Later they poured resources into their translation services, outshining their competitors. Anyone meeting their friends in Supatok had no need of their own translation device; the space now did it for them.
‘Really? Jax and Roota?’ Birgit was doubtful. ‘Shouldn’t they keep trying?’
It was a contentious subject in Supercute fandom. The romance between Roota Space Warrior and Jax the Astronomer Poet never worked out well in Supercute Space Warriors. No matter how players approached it in the game, no matter what choices they made, the relationship would always falter. Players had tried everything to bring them together. Every option had been examined. New ones had been developed. The procedural nature of the games allowed for new combinations of events to occur. It seemed there should be some way to bring Jax and Roota together; they obviously had strong feelings for each other. Somehow it never worked out. At best, circumstances would oblige them to part in sadness. At worst, one or both of them would die.
‘You can’t even get them to kiss,’ said Birgit. ‘Last time I played solo I thought they were going to do it right there in the gun turret but then the Krogdar Mercenaries attacked and they both got killed. I was really frustrated. I hate these Krogdar.’
‘Last time I tried, Roota found a message from Jax’s old lover. She thought they’d been meeting behind her back so she flew off in a huff. Crossed a whole galaxy. Then Jax was so sad he flew his own ship into the sun!’ Meihui winced. ‘It really is a painful love affair. I think they should just give up.’
