An Anthology About Atlaesians

Fort Michaels, The Atlae Isles
May 11, 12017

“Got any Twos?”

“Go Fish.”

Private Upson looked up to his bunkmate, Private Romoli, who was currently sitting on the bed across from him.

“Don’t you think we should play another game?”

“What do you suggest?”

“I don’t care. Maybe Kriegspiel?”

“Oh please. I’m not playing one of those darned games they want us to play. I don’t need a game to tell me why I’m here.”

Romoli looked back at Upson for a second.

“Why are you here? Why are you at the barracks here, in Fort Michaels, waiting for the day that they signal the invasion of Liber Yorvus?”

“Because I’m a patriot?”

“Well, it’s more than that for me. I found my calling here. Call me a patriot, yes, but there’s something more that I can’t describe. I have to protect my country; I have to keep it alive. I need to keep its flame of life alive.” Romoli had stood up and started pacing.

Upson was touched for a second. He stood up and put his hand on his soldier. “Well, consider me in.”

At that moment, the emergency signal sounded, signaling that an artillery barrage had begun from Liber Yorvus. Some surface-to-surface missiles would be fired at their location in at most a minute. Thankfully, their aim was usually off. This one was no different, but it seemed louder and more dangerous.

“Another one?”

“Yep.”

“When do you think we’ll be engaging?”

“Sometime soon. Maybe much earlier than we expected.”

John Zarker was a wee bit more than frightened. But he didn’t exactly know what else…

[spoiler]What is a synonym of frightened:
A. Perturbed
B. Exonerated
C. Abrogated
D. Enervated[/spoiler]
He filled in B and frowned. It was finals week over the country, where their progress was checked by an annual standardized test. As one could probably guess, cheating was rampant.

It was always a cycle, people would cheat, the teachers would find a way to prevent that, and the students would find another way to cheat. It was almost a black market.

He wasn’t really a cheater, though. He had just forgotten to study the night before. Like that would be a good excuse, he mused.

It’s only for my own good, he thought as he looked over at his neighbor’s paper.
[hr]“And I expect you to be severely reprimanded for this behavior,” his teacher said an hour later, “academic dishonesty is a serious breach of citizenship.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Zarker responded sharply.

“Well, you certainly have cheek. Why don’t you sit here and grade these tests?”

That was how Zarker spent his afternoon: languishing at the teacher’s desk grading tests by hand and looking up the answers. The teacher had purposely not told him there was a machine in the teacher’s lounge which would grade them mechanically.

Needless to say, Zarker was not in a good mood when he came home.
[hr]It was only a few years later that Zarker had another encounter. He noticed someone was cheating off of his paper, and he had a flashback to that day in the summer a few years ago…

After the class was over, he went up to his teacher and reported the student.
[hr]“Really?” Zarker’s friend George Williamsen asked.

They had both recently graduated and were looking for jobs. Williamsen wanted to be a politician and was surprised when Zarker told him what he wanted to do.

“You want to be a teacher!” Williamsen shouted with surprise.

All Zarker could do was shrug.
[hr]After 15 years of teaching, Zarker had been promoted to superintendent, and never expected the robo call he was about to receive.

"Hello, you have been nominated as the Minister of Education. Please show up for the interview at 1600 hours next Tuesday.
[hr]“Good morning, this is the hearing to confirm Minister of Education nominee John Zarker.” Droned on the Senate Chairperson.

The questions came rolling on and on until Senator McLocke asked a question. “As a student, did you ever engage in academic dishonesty?”

Zarker had a flashback to that day all those years ago, and replied, “I can’t pretend that I haven’t.”

McLocke smirked a bit, and then asked, “What message does it send if the Minister of Education, the person who sets the example for academics, has engaged in academic dishonesty?”

Zarker bit back a snappy response about McLocke and corruption. “Senator, like most people, I learn from my mistakes. Just a few years later, I reported someone who tried to cheat. So I don’t how one can twist the facts like that.”

Another senator asked a question, and the hearing went by.
[hr]Zarker walked out of the Legislative building and caught his friend Williamsen leaning on one of the columns.

“Hey,” Zarker said to him. “I see you got your job.”

“Yeah…” Williamsen said, raising his head. "This badge is nice. But I’ve heard bad things about the job.

It was something called a “WA Ambassador,” and no one knew what the badge was for, or what ‘WA’ stood for.

“Good luck, George,” Zarker said. “By the way, what did you do to get me the job?”

“Oh, don’t point to me!” Williamsen replied. “You did it all by yourself.”

He leaned in and smirked. “And I may have suggested your name for the list.”

All Zarker could do was laugh, like he laughed with Williamsen in the old days.
[hr]
“Good morning,” Zarker said in a speech the next week.

“As Minister of Education, I will be dedicated to many things, and one of the things that is plaguing our country at the moment is academic dishonesty as standardized tests are underway. I am not frightened nor perturbed in any way to fight it. You see, academic dishonesty…”

John Zarker, Minister of Education, held a large manila folder on the state of schools in the Atlae Isles, and brought it up to the throne room.

It wasn’t really a throne room; King Calvin I didn’t like being to fancy. Rather, it was more a command station.

John Zarker walked through the door after one of the maids opened it, and bowed to the king. He raised his head and noticed that the king didn’t acknowledge him. Instead, his eyes were glued onto his laptop.

Zarker coughed repsectfully, and the king looked up.

“Hey there.” Calvin I said. “What’s the file about?”

Zarker looked down at the folder, almost forgetting what it was about. “Er…it’s about the state of schools in the Atlae Isles. The-”

“I see.” Calvin said, reaching his hand out for the folder.

Zarker looked at the laptop. “What’s that you’re viewing?”

“Oh, it’s just the East Atlantic forums.” The King said. “It’s from a political simulator game, and you can roleplay and stuff. As you can see, I’m a leader of a country in this forum. Except they don’t know a real leader is playing it…”

He grinned. “What do you think of it?”

“I think it’s a very interesting concept that appeals to a specific demographic…” Zarker suggested.

“Great!” Calvin replied, looking back at his laptop. “Why that Cashinko! He tried to sink my ship!”

“What about the report?” Zarker asked, trying to keep the discussion on topic.

“Oh, it’s nice.” The King said. “We should do something about them.”

Zarker could tell this conversation was not being paid attention to. “Maybe I should come back later…”

“Oh!” The King said. “That reminds me, I was about to give you a promotion. Would you like to be the Minister of Culture and Education?”

Atlaerskoiy, The Atlae Isles
June 12004

“Daddy?” A six-year-old Sarah Yang asked.

“Yes?” Stephen Yang, Sarah’s dad, asked in response, looking up from his papers.

"In those stories, why do they refer to the country as ‘Atlae?’ "

Stephen chuckled. “Oh, it’s the personification of a country.”

“So if the Atlae Isles was a person, it would be named Atlae?”

“Of course. Now run along and play.”

And so Sarah played in the grass, wondering who this Atlae would be, what its gender would be, and what its characteristics would look like.
[hr]
The Atlae Isles City, The Atlae Isles
February 12008

“Hey Dad, how do these pictures look? I drew them myself!” Sarah shouted.

Stephen looked up from his newspaper. Parliament Calls for Special Election, it wrote. “What is it, honey?”

He had expected the drawings to look like…well, a 10-year-old had created them. Instead, they looked really detailed, not bad for a kid her age. They were two separate pieces of canvas, one with a boy and one with a girl.

“Who are they of?” Stephen asked, awestruck.

“It’s of Atlae, of course.” Sarah responded, grinning with some of her teeth missing. “It only took me a few weeks.”
[hr]
Tilden Island, Free Pacific States

The canvas she had drawn over long ago was carried delicately in her bag, braving the airports, and making its way on the other side of the world.

Sarah hung it up with pride. It looked really like an anime character, and she thought it was so cute.
[hr]
[spoiler]One day, my daughter asked me who Atlae was. I told her it was our country’s personification. Our patriotism and pride must have carried over, because a few years later, she made these beautiful drawings of Atlae, our beautiful country. It showcases the pride and nationalism we have in our country today. These are essential values we should never give up. And I will continue them. Vote Stephen Yang for President.

I’m Stephen Yang and I approve this message~[/spoiler]