The fan definitely reeks of shit

After the events in his office, King Gene Empire of the brand new Plutonian Empire, and his mentor Nucleina both kept tabs on the news of the day.

Media outlets and social media were firestorming for the rest of the day. Not only was the world shocked with this sudden appearance of a rebel state defying the will of the Americans AND capturing two American states, people were equally, if not more so, shocked about the confirmation of the existence of visual magic in the real world. The likes of which have only ever been seen in mythology, lore, and fiction of high fantasy before today.

In additon, hundreds of religious organizations, especially those affiliated with "the big three," immediately came out to condemn the Plutonian Empire for heresy, witchcraft, and especially blasphemy in the eyes of their respective deities. Still others refused to acknowledge the existence of magic claiming photoshopping and fake cgi effects and so forth.

Naturally, Gene, Nucleina, and many Plutonian government officals were intellectually masturbating to the global crisis they just caused.

As expected though, most major Western nations officially rejected the existence of the Plutonian Empire, demanding the King return to the US immediately to face justice, return Minnesota and Colorado to American control, and branded him a terrorist. Gene's social media accounts were also suspended, but not for long as the suspensions were magically and permanently overriden by the Magical branch of the Empire's intelligence agency. This ensured the other world leaders had at least some means of contacting Gene directly, at least until formal relations could be established.

Meanwhile, the Plutonian government set up the Empire's official internet TLD and government websites, for transparency. Knowing many residents of Minnesota and Colorado would want their states handed back to the Americans, Plutonian forces encouraged them to make two choices instead, stay or move out, and gave everyone the site addresses of the Plutonian government's web pages. This was so they could learn the new laws of the land and make better informed decisions about the two choices they were given.

Much to almost everyone's surprise, Plutonian laws were in fact quite liberal, socially supportive, and progressive with tons of government benefits and welfare for the poor and disadvantaged, especially the availability of universal basic income at the equivalent of $2,000 per week, which everyone would get starting next week. Some even compared the new Plutonian system to the Scandinavian model, but the progressive social programs offered by the Empire were rapidly turning out to be so much better than that. The economy was also strictly regulated, and labor unions were given maximum support, with exploitive corporate bullshit and greed severely curtailed.

However, the most controversial new laws were the Plutonian Empire's progressive sexual freedom laws, which would clearly dampen people's motivation to stay, despite the rest of the more encouraging progressive laws, since humans, especially Americans, were quite prudish. But for all the sex lovers out there, the Plutonian Empire offered the closest thing possible to a utopia. However, as soon as the US government reviewed Plutonian laws, they closed their new borders with the Plutonian Empire. Canada, now also sharing a small border with the Plutonian Empire, closed theirs as well, all effectively trapping those who wanted to move out.

Today however, Gene wanted to wait until the next day before answering messages sent to him, as he and Nucleina wanted to develop some strategies that could help the Empire gain some footing the first few days of its existence.

Within a couple hours, the sun had already set, considering the Plutonian Empire was intentionally using the American CST time zone despite its location at the intersection of the Tropic of Capricorn and the South Atlantic Ridge, another symbolic "Fuck You" to the standard traditions of the world. Minnesota was kept at CST, and Colorado was kept at MST, but DST was immediately abolished, so it would now be Standard Time for the rest of eternity for the Plutonian Empire. Although this first week, standard Plutonian work hours would fluctuate some, as everything would be finalized, the goal was to follow a nocturnal schedule, mainly because of Gene's dislike of daylight hours to begin with. Although the paranormal residents would also appreciate this anyway, so it was a win-win.

By 9 pm, it was 2 am in the rest of the timezone Pluton Island and Minnesota occupied. The work day was done, and Gene and Nucleina were hosting the first ever party at Gene's Hangout, with the entire federal government staff. This would literally be the only time most of the Plutonian government would fit inside a single Gene's Hangout at any one time in the Empire's entire history, as from here on out, the Empire was only going to get bigger. The Plutonian government's new presence in Colorado and Minnesota was miniscule for the time being. Their respective state capitols sat mostly empty, as all democratic processes had already been abolished and dissolved, with former employees, legislators, and judges all receiving hefty severance packages. New judges would eventually be hired for criminal courts, with stricter hiring filters to avoid getting biased judges that could potentially fuck shit up.

In the meantime, tonight's party is simply to celebrate the Empire's official founding. While several of the Belle Hadean volunteers were there, the party was mostly just King Gene, Nucleina, and the Plutonian federal staff, currently consisting entirely of paranormals of various ilk.

Gene was sitting at Adelle's bar drinking a virgin piná colada and looking around occasionally when he saw an elderly woman approach him.

"King Gene, I presume?"

"Yep!" Gene responded.

"Akemi Von Clausewitz." The old woman greeted the King as they shook hands. Gene had checked his emails throughout the day but got no response, wondering if Akemi changed her mind. But now it seems otherwise. She confirmed it by saying she was indeed here for the job. Akemi admitted she wasn't fond of interviews, but, told Gene her motivations for joining (dishing out free food and free sex), and revealed herself as a succubus. Akemi could tell what Gene was thinking, and told him off the bat he wasn't her type. Gene was mildly disappointed, but decided to hire her anyway, even if she wasn't into interviews. Akemi was able to start immediately and thus went upstairs.

"You are most certainly MY type, my liege." Gene heard an unfamiliar voice.