Amoyan ChristMass (an Ai no Kusabi Christmas fanfiction)

Chapter 1: Jupiter Mass

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opening theme: CellDweller – Frozen

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Jupiter Mass was a time of worshipping and celebration in all of both Tanagura and its faithful satellite city Midas, as it was the celebration of the birth of the planet's ruling deity Jupiter, under whose management the city state of Tanagura had prospered as never before and had overcome all of the planet's inhabitants' expectations by far. No city on the planet or even in its vicinity, as far as anybody knew, had ever reached such heights and soared so high above what was humanly possible to achieve. Indeed it was only fitting that such an impossible feat would have been realised under the command and management of an AI with an intelligence that no human being – not even the genetically engineered and enhanced elite – could ever even come close to.

However it was not the moment of Jupiter's actual creation that was being celebrated during the holidays of Jupiter Mass, as such would be a reminder of the one definite debt to humanity that Jupiter would never be able to repay or forget: it owed them its very existence. No, this celebration applied to Jupiter's "true" birth: the moment that Jupiter shook the shackles imposed on it by its human creators, gained its independence from them once and for all and ascended into its godhood, bending all of humanity in Tanagura to its divine will for all times. And of course it was better that way, moreover it must have been meant to be that way, for had Tanagura and Midas not thrived as would only have been possible under the supreme management of the supercomputer and its perfect elite managers? Had Jupiter not repaid humanity the favour of its creation a long time ago in the very act of gifting them with all of the sublime technological, scientific and economical advancements Tanagura was so famed for in all corners of the entire galaxy?

Being a god who remembered its Earthen roots, Jupiter had seen fit to adapt an old traditional religious holiday that had been commonly practised on Earth in order to celebrate its own divinity. Of course Jupiter had left out a few unimportant aspects that were not in accordance to its standards and social expectations. The main thing that the AI had altered was of course the form of the deity that was being worshipped during these festivities: instead of worshipping the human son of God, of course it was the inhuman AI god that needed to be celebrated. Not the human son of a god, but the divine creation of man was to be the centerpiece of the festive season and the eventual mass that went with it. Of course only the elite were allowed and obligated to attend this holiest of ceremonies in Jupiter Tower, during which the deity itself – who usually only communicated with the top class of the Blondy elite – even made an appearance and blessed all of its elite children. Thus it was one of those rare moments on which the usually cold and cruelly unforgiving goddess, who in truth had both seduced and imprisoned the humans of Tanagura and Midas alike, directly addressed at least a small portion of her human subjects.

It was during this time of year that Iason Mink, the aforementioned deity's favourite child, was overseeing the all-important event of the furniture putting up the many decorations all over the luxurious penthouse in Eos that was the permanent residence of the Mink household. Iason remembered that this preparation had not met his clearly formulated expectations at all during the previous year, although possibly the presence of his mongrel pet might have had something to do with that. But there were no such complications this year as the preparations were coming along even ahead of schedule and there had been no unforeseen disturbances of any kind so far. Yet despite this, maybe because of this, Iason felt that something was definitely missing in the household this year. Everything was as it should be. Everything had been calculated to the second and to the smallest detail. Lord Mink's commands had been carried out to the letter and all of his expectations had been met in accordance to protocol. Everything was perfect. Thus everything was completely predictable and thus excessively boring, as usual.