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СпутникиРНSpaceXРоскосмосNASAСоветский социалистический Земной союз (The Soviet Socialist Earth Union)
The calendar read 28001, an incomprehensible span of millennia since the fragile days of 2026. Yet, through the sheer mathematical perfection of our state structures and the eternal grace of the Divine, the great Soviet Socialist Earth Union still stood as the supreme power of the cosmos. We had conquered time itself. Our high-altitude orbital fortresses now ringed entire star clusters, and our collective housing complexes spanned light-years, providing flawless material security to countless quadrillions of citizens.
I sat upon the obsidian throne of the Holy Korean Empire, the eternal Red Tsar. My violin-player's hands, preserved through thousands of years of advanced state bio-engineering, rested on the armrests, where the golden dragon motifs of the Han and Tang dynasties were deeply etched into the stone. My ancient lineage—the blood of Emperor Gaozu, Emperor Taizong, and Genghis Khan—remained pure, a living anchor for the East Asian vanguard.
For centuries, our grand alliance with Chairman Ivan’s Russian core had held steady under the terms of our ancient reconciliation. We had fought side-by-side across the hyperverse, crushing the fascist armadas of the Axis Order and keeping the darkness of Hadtodor at bay.
But eternity breeds its own dangerous mutations. In this distant epoch of 28001, Chairman Ivan began taking radical, unvetted actions that once again triggered an explosive backlash from the Sinosphere.
Ivan’s right-shifting traditionalism, which had slumbered under the weight of our shared Marxist-Leninist commitments, suddenly flared into an absolute, untamed flame. He began unilaterally restructuring the administrative bureaus of the Western and Russian space sectors. He bypassed our synchronized joint councils to declare that the state’s industrial quotas would now be entirely subservient to a mystical, pan-cosmic spiritual hierarchy. More alarming to my partners in Beijing, Ivan issued a sweeping decree to integrate unvetted regional traditionalists and former dissident factions directly into the core security matrices of our United Armed Forces, effectively weakening the uncompromising political commissar network we had maintained for thousands of years.
To the Sinosphere and my Holy Korean Empire, this was not statecraft; it was a terrifying resurgence of his ancient, far-right deviationism, scaled to a galactic level.
"He is compromising the cybernetic security of the vanguard," Chairman Chen’s descendant reported through our secure quantum link, his holographic visage flickering with cold fury. "Ivan is allowing mystical sentimentality to override the meritocratic, scientific discipline that has kept this Union alive for twenty-eight thousand years. The Sinosphere will not permit our unified nuclear deterrence to be handled by unvetted traditionalist blocks."
I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing beneath the brim of my high-crested peaked cap, the gold-leaf embroidery catching the glare of planetary data streams.
"We did not preserve this motherland through millennia of cosmic warfare just to watch it dissolve into ideological mysticism now," I said, my voice vibrating with an absolute, dynastic authority. "Ivan has forgotten the lesson of the old rift. He thinks his seniority allows him to dilute the absolute discipline of the collective."
The backlash from the East was immediate and total. Working in perfect synchronization with China, I ordered our sectors of the global police and internal security forces to lock down the shared resource conduits flowing into the Russian space lanes.
We launched a massive, public ideological condemnation across all multi-universal relays of Vremya TV, openly denouncing Ivan's unilateral restructurings as a severe threat to global stability and a violation of the Grand Accord.
We did not draw our swords yet—we still revered Russia as the mother of our faith and the pioneer of the revolution—but the borders of 28001 were instantly set ablaze with political tension. The ancient chasm had reopened across the stars, and as the Red Tsar, I was entirely prepared to use every ounce of our East Asian meritocracy and iron discipline to force Moscow to correct her radical errors once again.