Alara Alara The Place

The Diwar are famed throughout the galaxy (well, to be pedantic, the general area of the Local Arm) as engineers and inventors. They are well known for the quality of their work, their scientific advancements, and the skill with which they implement theory into practical reality. (Also, their great love of beer, which has led to an unlikely friendship between the Diwar and the newest species to develop spaceflight in the Local Arm, Humans.) Their interest in engineering and creation is so great that, where Humans, Kai, Luffen and other species celebrate competitions of physical skill, the Diwar's great planetary competition is The Great Build, an engineering competition.

Remember that the person at the bottom of the medical school graduating class is called "doctor", and you will have some idea what the Proud-Crested Hyperpurples are like. Every competition has a large number of teams involved, and someone's got to be on the bottom.

The Hyperpurples are the team of Fillit Province, a northern, rather chilly and rocky demesne on the homeworld which is primarily known for fishing. Yes, this is not a bad Human speculative fiction where all the people of a planet have the same professions and behave the same way. Not all Humans work in the fiction industry, not all Kai are warriors, and not all Diwar are great engineers. The people of Fillit Province are proud of their Build team, though; despite the fact that the Hyperpurples have literally come in last in the last four competitions, Fillito are loyal. After all, for a tiny fishing province without even a great university to be able to field a team at all, let alone one that even made it into The Great Build, is an amazing accomplishment. The accomplishment is not that the fisher-Diwar are great engineers in comparison to the rest of their people, but that they are engineers at all.

The problem is that the competition keeps itself from getting stale by kicking out any team that is in the bottom 10^th percentile for five competitions in a row. If the Hyperpurples don't perform better than at least ten percent of the other teams this year, they're dead in the water. Loyal followers in their hometowns will be deeply disappointed. (Diwar are known for their passion as much as for their love of engineering. Disappointing a Diwar usually results in unpleasant consequences, such as finding that your personal conveyance has been disassembled and its parts strewn about your property.) Family members will declaim at length about the tragedy... and how members of the team who scraped and saved to leave Fillito Province to get a good education at a decent engineering school should have stayed home and caught fish for a living. Funds that were flowing into the Hyperpurples' bank accounts from the sales of merchandise to their loyal fans will dry up.

"We could try to do something safe. Something respectable," Irta said, nervously pulling at the feathers along the shoulder of his large-arm. There weren't many left. Irta, like all of them, had been under a lot of stress lately. "Maybe a conveyance for a non-standard environment? Something that would work in, I don't know, 20 g?"

"Boring!" Bakoon declared, with a wide wave of his own large-arm and a fluff of his crest. "We need to capture the imaginations of the public! To come in 11^th percentile or higher, we can't do something mean and pedestrian; beyond a contest of engineering skill, this is a contest of ideas!"

"Besides, it's not as if we can win on our engineering skill," Rikwaal said sardonically, her small-arms busily occupied with inputting because Rikwaal liked to look as if she was so important to the team, her work never stopped. She was actually a project manager, so the truth was, without a project to engage in, she didn't have anything to do either.

"Speak for yourself," the team's other female, Enshru, snapped. "You can't win on engineering skill because you are not an engineer."

"Judging from our performance the last four years, neither are the rest of you," Rikwaal said.

"Guys, could we stop arguing? This isn't getting us any closer to the prize," Le'ir said. He was young, and very earnest, but well-respected for his comportment, his friendliness, his alcohol tolerance, and his ability to go for three days without sleep at crunch time and still have his work come out as competition-quality. "We need a really new idea. Something to shake things up."

"I agree!" Bakoon said. "Regardless of our skill at engineering, one of our metrics is viewership. Get enough Diwar to follow us and it won't matter if we fail spectacularly and blow something up. We'd at least come in higher than 11^th percentile, if everyone following the competition followed us as a focus-team."

Enshru snorted. "It sounds like you think this competition is one of those Human things where the Humans with big muscles pretend to wrestle each other! This isn't about show business, it's about making something that makes people take notice of us!"

"Which we have never accomplished before," Rikwaal said, "and therefore, it really seems implausible that we'd manage it this time."

The patient was sitting on the table, dressed in a hospital gown, looking deeply irritated. “I don’t even know why I’m here. I wanted to go to Five Guys,” he said. “Why didn’t you take me to Five Guys?”

The woman with him – close to the same age, late 20’s or early 30’s – sighed. She sounded exasperated. “Greg, we have talked about this. You’re here because—”

“You know, there’s a great sale on fishing gear at Walmart. I could be at Walmart right now buying fishing gear.”

“You don’t even fish!”

“Hello,” I said. “I’m Dr. Park. What brings you here today?”

“Nothing!” Greg Landers, my patient, said. He was a white guy with brown hair and stubble on his face, medium build, and looked overall reasonably healthy. “I’m fine! I just want to go to Five Guys. Or you know, Charles Schwab is a great place to open up your 401K. They’ve got a satisfaction guarantee. You won’t see that at every investment firm!”

“He’s been like this for days,” the woman with him said. “He won’t go to work, he won’t do chores around the house… he eats, but he spends the whole time complaining that it’s not some restaurant he wants to go to. Mostly Five Guys. Greg doesn’t even like burgers that much.”