The First Ever

[Bossza007]

14 November 2008, 2:00 AM, Phang Nga

‘Oh my god!’ The thought in my mind is spiraling. I am Songkhwan Jiarakit, a former public servant of the Provincial Assembly of Phang Nga Federation. It turned out I won the Confederation Election with 21 percent of all valid votes! “Yes!” I exclaimed, turning back to hold and raise my two-year-old son as my colleagues celebrated.

“Mama told you that she would win the election for your birthday!” Tears fell from my eyes as I remembered yesterday’s gravity of anticipation. My son marked his second year on Earth yesterday. The planet is crumbling under the weight of capitalist contradictions and the crisis of care. I do not know how long Earth’s ecology will last.

“Bee, it's time for you to make the speech.” One of my colleagues, Somsak, reminded me that I am now the Confederal Secretary of my nation. My assigned child caretaker took my son, and I breathed deeply. Within seconds, the crowd of restless people cheered my name.

“Comrades! The Confederation has officially begun its working hours!” I proclaimed.

“The beatings of our hearts can be heard across the Confederation. It is playing the drums of liberation, the song that demands the end to domination and the right for us to self-govern!” I saw seas of people erupt at my words.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the Bangkok Federation, the seat of the Confederal Government, Songkhwan’s live speech on television cast shadows over certain people watching her in a dark housing unit.

“These people elected her to replace that unpredictable man who led the transition?” A rough voice complained. “Well, since it’s a woman, I guess we won’t even need to use a gun.” As he smiled, his white teeth reflected the television’s light.

Bang Bang Bang! “This is CIB, open the door! You are under arrest under the provincial warrant! The police have surrounded the building!” Men inside the room could see red and blue lights flashing from the street.

“Well,” another man in the room sighed. “Suicide?”

“Yeah, suicide,” five people said collectively.

BOOM! BOOOOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

 

[Bossza007]

14 November 2008, 5:30 AM, Bangkok Federation, Don Mueang Airport

I finally arrived at the Bangkok Federation. The scale and efficiency of the airport and everything surrounding it felt somewhat overwhelming. She used to study at Ramkhamhaeng University in Bangkok twenty years ago. “Well, I guess that was okay for the first flight of my life.” I sighed and had to answer questions from several active citizens who approached me. Not shockingly, they are more knowledgeable than I regarding the situation. It’s their home province anyway.

Eventually, about five confederal officials approached me and informed me of stuff. “Well, I guess I’ll be remembered as the Confederal Secretary who officially began her duty the fastest.” I joked plainly as information flooded me.

“Hey!” A girl who looked around mid-20s shouted at me. She wears a very stylized, informal outfit. However, a confederal government emblem pin accompanied her clothing. She breathed heavily when she reached us. “You guys are idiots! I told you all to wait for me, too! I am not the type to use the toilet for a long time.”

Her face flushed as she looked and pointed at me. “And you. You! You are at fault! Ugh, I can’t believe my major in sociology is going to be wasted assisting a Confederal Secretary! I will take down everyone at the office who voted me for this stupid personal assistant role.”

I tried to speak for a few seconds before words exited my mouth. “Hello…? I assume you are my personal assistant? What’s your name? I’m Songkhwan.”

She looked at me annoyingly. “Of course, I know your name! Mine is Dada. And it’s not like I tell you my name because I want to know you personally. This is all about professionalism. Let's go where the explosion took place already.”

 

[Bossza007]

14 November 2008, 6:00 AM, Bangkok Federation

The streets of Bangkok were clean and organized. “I guess algorithm-based traffic lights are the future, and such a future has been going on for years. The advances and sophistication of how the Bangkok Federation manages itself never fail to amaze me. This is given that our economic activities and infrastructure are not even concentrated in Bangkok.” I said pedantically.

“Ugh, thanks, I guess.” My assistant, Dada, commented. “Speaking as if the Southerners don’t have agri-tech centers and fisheries development zones to themselves. Girl, have you even actually been to any other parts of this country?” She sighed, and I froze for a moment. ‘She’s still hostile,’ my mind thought, as if it was reminding me.

“Anyway, since you have decided to go to the crime scene, I have no other choice.” Dada turned on her tablet. Her note-taking application was full of official documents and handwritten notes. “Look, ‘Secretary’ Songkhwan, what an amicable name, your appearance is going to be a disaster. Therefore, we need to come up with a plan fast.”

I stared at Dada. “A disaster? I mean, of course, Dada, localism is a strong political current here, but my appearance and role domestically are symbolic and facilitative. I need to show up to my people as I am the only executive officer elected confederally and directly.” I paused to think. “A little over ten million people voted for me.” I felt what I just said wasn’t as good as I intended.

Dada stared back at me and said, “Hey, at least you are somewhat self=aware. Any person holding your office needs to know the spirit of our Confederation and some local contexts.” She paused, tapping her tablet screen. “You’ve gotten a tablet or something? I will share the documents.”

I gave her my tablet and watched. “Yeah, of course, it is going to be a disaster. Constitutionally, you were the only one sitting on the nine-member board of CIB. Of course, you were just elected, and the operation was planned by the previous administration under the previous Supreme Confederal Agreement. However, it is still a catastrophic joint operation between the Bangkok police and the CIB. 21% of people voted for you. congratulation. It isn’t even that extraordinary given systemic pluralism. You should be focusing on how fragmented the SCC and voter blocs are.” She paused for a while; her eyes seemed distant. “You should have known all about what I just said. But don’t because my info-dumping would have been wasted.”

I swallowed her words. It took some effort. “Thank you so much for briefing me, Dada. I understand now how precarious my position is. I appreciate your assistance a lot. Is there anything else I need to know?”

Dada seemed somewhat shocked, or rather, unaccepting, as her eyes turned away. “It is out of duty, remember that.” After a while, she turned back to me. “Well, this car is bullet-proof, of course, that's what you need to know. What a maniac, trying to go to the crime scene as a national leader when the Golden Hand is known to target such a position. You really need to know how much generosity the Bangkok Federation is giving you. Protection, coordination, information, transportation, housing, and many other things. I mean, transportation and housing are your rights, sorry.”

For the next half an hour, I travelled to the explosion site while talking to Dada, learning about my role and expectations. I tried to chit-chat and befriend her. However, it remained a difficult task.