featherhawk

if everyone pays the abrasax family (and any other soylent producers) real money for their monoproduct, what do the abrasaxi //buy//? the most valuable substance in the universe is something they mass-produce themselves, they more than anyone have an effectively infinite free supply

so what do they do with everyone elses money, and if they have so much of it, why did margaery pay anime hair and featherhawk in soylent?

it strongly suggests that credits do represent a soylent standard, and that the abrasaxi run effectively a barter economy, making them kingmakers and power brokers to whom all are indebted for their longevity

which is a good source for simmering resentment and a tiered series of impending rebellions from the bourgeousie down to the proles

man i hope this does well because i want them to just keep making sequels, this is such a delightful mashup of thor and riddick

okay, so space economies

{spoilers i guess}

jupiter ascending’s economy is kind of a wierdly literal transposition of actual capitalism as a meat grinder to serve the elite, and ‘the elite’ is a fuzzy delineation that doesn’t only mean the literal nobility, but rather anyone with enough cash to buy in

like, anime girl and feathered mohawk dude traded jupiter to margaery tyrell for a case of soylent longevity, they’re just mercenaries but they did a job for life extension energy drinks, which, of course they did it’s the spice melange and they already soylented those people and a merc takes an opportunity when it comes along

but are they responsible, even in some small way, for the system that literally grinds people up and turns them into allegorical iphones? how broadly can we distribute guilt beyond the abrasax family heirs themselves?

more pointedly, this is a universe with people refineries and a bureacracy planet and farms of humans, and what else? there’s space cops and a military and margaery appears to have a flower planet, but who builds all this machinery, and if soylent blue is the product, what’s the actual currency? the only people we see being paid are anime girl and featherhawk and they get paid in soylent blue.

are they stockpiling soylent to stay alive and earn more real money? or do they need soylent to pay for maintenance on their ship, jetbike, and hair styling?

i just watched john wick, which posits an amazing underground world where assassins and cleaners and professional thieves and whatnot, are both paid in and pay for all their infrastructure with gold coins - there’s a whole sub-economy built up around what a single coin is worth in various contexts

the dune parallels are here too, with the spice melange both extending life for the masses and expanding consciousness for the elites, literally fuelling ftl space travel via guild navigator’s psychic magic spacefold techniques

except, soylent blue in jupiter ascending is a monoproduct that only does the one thing, evidently. the universe would make more sense if it was both life extension //and// power source for all the amazing space technology, but it’s not - instead you have fourteen thousand year old margaery bathing in the stuff to stay young so she can enjoy her amazing space technology //longer//, rather than //at all//

it all feels very like the riddick-verse, where by all evidence the entire economy of the galaxy is based around the offering and collection of bounty heads by the for-profit prison industry. city sized prisons as common as civilian colonies, a whole merc subculture with distributed infrastructure and a dedicated communications network, people hunting fugitives across the galaxy because the prisons will pay top dollar for a big enough name convict - and it all makes a kind of sense until you wonder where the hell the prisons even get the money in the first place. for lack of an apparent central government, it would appear to be taxing the general population as an extended protection racket, which suggests that a not-insignificant number of bounty heads are in fact just debtors

so jupiter ascending has a galactic monoculture built around a monoproduct, and what that product does (immortality) explains why everyone wants it, but not //how they manage to pay for it// or what most of them, who don’t own garden planets or baroque starliners, actually do for a living

also the farm planets don’t even make a profit for the nobles until they’re harvested every few millennia, which suggests either staggering production volumes of people juice or that the stuff lasts forever like honey and costs an increasingly amazing amount of money for a cyclically limited supply

it’s all very heady stuff for a movie where channing tatum spent nearly an hour ice skating in midair with no shirt on

idontevenknowhowtolifeanymore  asked:

The last ask you posted, is it "Sense of Right" on ff(.)net?

Sense Of Right (chapter wip | 58,431 | NC-17)

Stiles moved away from Beacon Hills when he worked out he wasn’t wanted. He has a new Pack, a new family, he finally belongs. So why is it that returning to Beacon Hills again after nine years just messes with everything he had thought he’d set in stone?

thank you and lilredsbigbadwolf

idontevenheichou  asked:

I absolutely love your blog, and have read so many recs because of you. I hate to ask, but I need help finding a fic I've been looking for for weeks with no results. It's a 'Stiles leaves Beacon Hills' fic, where he comes back a werewolf. There's a scene in the beginning where he's talking to a member of his new pack on the phone while driving into Beacon Hills. Any help would be appreciated.