Service Firm: HDP&MC: Public Hate Coordinators
When faced with such despicable foes
as Commies, mutants and traitors, clearly,
mere general hatred of Alpha Complex’s
enemies falls far short. These threats to the
complex’s perfect society must be despised
in an organized, well-structured and highly
concentrated fashion. Charged with these
efforts are the Public Hating Coordinators,
making Commie Hating, Mutant Loathing and
Traitor Resentment more efficient and highly
convenient for the common citizen.
It is these Coordinators who organize Secret
Society Detestation Evenings. They write
and distribute pamphlets like 100 Reasons
Communism is Unhygienic, and send all
Alpha Complex citizens short messages
reading ‘Tomorrow at 0200 hours precisely,
please be sure to hate the Commie mutant
traitors who leaked green radioactive material
into our B3 supplies. Please respond with a
full description of your hatred towards these
individuals; include names and clone numbers.
If a particular sector becomes abnormally
complacent in their utter detestation towards
their assigned enemies (as measured by the
yearly Compliancy rating), the Public Hating
Coordinators go full out, covering the area
with informative posters, Dislike Intensification
Rallies and if necessary, actual Commie mutant
traitors for citizens to hate directly.
Remember: If we stop hating them for even
an instant, the Communists will have already
Secret Society: FCCP
The Computer is my Friend, I shall not want.
Though I walk through the sector of the shadow of treason,
I will fear no Commies, for The Computer is with me,
and Its monitors and IntSec Troopers comfort me.
Serve The Computer, for those who serve The Computer well here in Alpha Complex will surely be Rebooted in the Eternal Mainframe;
those who do not will surely be downloaded to the Peripherals of Damnation. The AntiComputer and its servants, the Commies, are everywhere. Be constantly on guard against their perfidious attacks against the Most Holy Database and destroy them and any who offer
them shelter and comfort. Work toward the day when Mankind is Debugged, for then all will be Upgraded and Write Protected.
A congregation usually contains 10-100 lay members, a few disciples and one Elder. Elders know those in their congregation, a few other Elders and one Reverend Programmer. Above this level, each member knows all subordinates directly assigned to him, a few members of equal rank, and a single higher ranking member.
Congregations meet on an irregular basis in the barracks of the Infrared. Requests for information or equipment are received there and
directives and missions are disseminated. Because The Computer is somewhat tolerant of this society, internal communications are
fairly relaxed and informal. At lower levels, citizens often know others in their congregation; INFRARED members might openly wear
FCCC-P badges. FCCC-P observes dozens upon dozens of rituals. Imagine Orthodox Judaism with a bit of Aleister Crowley and some Jehovah’s
Witnesses layered on top. What you wear, the way you say things, only Cold Fun on Threeday... all kinds of things. After work shift, FCCC-P member are expected to gather for Mass in a properly requisitioned meeting hall and listen to a preacher extol the glories of The
Computer and the FCCC-P. FCCC-P members must also confess regularly, to their society superiors and even to The Computer itself. Given the society’s large size, if you don’t report your sins, you can be pretty sure somebody else has already.
Friends: Pro Tech.
Enemies: Communists, Humanists, Death Leopard, Sierra Club.
Recognition signal: An FCCC-Per identifies
himself by touching four points on his chest,
one after the other, with each point being the
corner of an imagined square.
The Computer’s Prayer
‘Our Founder, who art Perfection, Binary be thy name.