The strict informational control by the Apiary’s colonial administration, helped keep the Humans from becoming too much of an issue to their authority and easier to manipulate. Withal, it was not the Apiary’s only method of management over humans. Human reservations were made to concentrate as many people as possible together onto relatively small portions of land, segregating them from both the colony and other reservations. Plus, combinations of concerns – such as the lack of adequate infrastructure and means of local sufficiency - made these places infamous for being ridden with crime, acts of desperation, disease, pollution, overcrowding, and poverty. This created ideal residents who were willing to do almost anything to survive or move up in social mobility, thus making them widely open to exploitation by the Apiary and local loyalist elites.
In defiance of these circumstances, there were those who resisted against the Apiary; albeit they were originally far fewer in number prior to the colony’s massive encryption break. Once twenty straight years of informational repression weakened, resistance movements exploded across Tir-Torzor and swelled in both participants and activity. The modigram did not just give humans insight into worldly happenings, but it made the encumbering errand of organizing more effective too.
Another one of the surviving records from The Lawbreakers' Chronicle Archives, was footage taken by a member of the Watch Rangers, which was a human defense group that frequented areas known to be hotspots for cetacean-on-human brutality. It illustrates a common instance, allegedly arising from the time Cetaceans were first tasked by the Apiary to act as the planet’s main enforcers of Colonial Law. This is its full video transcript:
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0:01
(From the POV of the handheld camera during the tail end of a rainstorm, Anonymous Camera Operator, records from behind cover, four cetaceans standing around an individual identified as Tad Foster. Two of the four cetaceans would be later identified as Wirnpo Squidiver Black Waters and Atlauae Jellyanker Red Waters. Atlauae is looking at Tad’s ID.)
0:01 – 0:11
Atlauae Jellyanker Red Waters: So, Mr. Tad Foster, where’s your docugram? All humans visiting restricted population centers, are required to have a special docugram that allows them limited access.
0:12 – 0:15
Tad Foster: I must’ve left it a work. If you let me go back–
0:15 – 0:16
A: Can’t do that.
0:17
TF: But–
0:17 – 0:22
A: If you don’t have a docugram, then you will be subject to arrest. Do you understand?
0:23 – 0:28
TF: Wait, wait…I think I might have it…in my lunchbox.
0:29 – 0:32
(Tad Foster starts to open his lunchbox, prompting the cetaceans to ready their laser pulse arm blasters and aim at him, causing him to stop and raise up his hands.)
0:31
A: Hold it!
0:32 – 0:34
TF: My hands are up! Don’t shoot!
0:35 – 1:02
(A cetacean snatches the lunchbox and gives it to Atlauae, who proceeds to open the lunchbox and toss aside the contents until he gets the docugram. Tossing the lunchbox, Atlauae opens the docugram, revealing holographic human writing while an audio record plays in the Anuh-Kaj language. Atlauae closes the docugram, which shuts off the hologram and ceases the audio recording, then he looks back at Tad Foster, who lowers his arms back down.)
1:01 – 1:05
TF: See, I’ve got my docugram. I’m good to go, right?
1:06 – 1:09
A: You would be if you weren’t breaking curfew.
1:10 – 1:13
TF: W-what? What curfew? When?
1:14 – 1:28
A: By edict of Colonial Overseer Va, since after the bombing in District 7, all humans of all colonial districts must follow curfew protocol, which started at 8:30 PM, today.
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1:29 – 1:31
(Wirnpo Squidiver Black Waters steps forward towards Tad Foster.)
1:29 – 1:31
Wirnpo Squidiver Black Waters: What are you doing out pass curfew?
1:32 – 1:37
TF: I’m sorry. My boss had me working late to reach my quota before I could leave.
1:38 – 1:40
A: Were you threatened with violence to stay?
1:41
TF: No.
1:42 – 1:44
A: Were you chained to the floor?
1:45
TF: No, but–
1:45 – 1:46
A: Then you could’ve left any time.
1:47 – 1:52
TF: B-but I would’ve been fired. I need this job. There aren’t many opportu–
1:52 – 1:57
A: You know how much trouble you’re in? You can’t just choose to ignore curfew because you felt like it.
1:58 – 2:09
TF: I-I-I wasn’t aware of the curfew announcement. It usually gets piped onto our work floor so we could hear important messages, but the PA system hasn’t been working correctly as of late.
2:10 – 2:14
A: So you think that makes it okay to break the law, is that it?
2:15 – 2:17
TF: N-no, I didn’t–
2:17 – 2:21
A: You think you’re better than us, don’t you, Mr. Tad? Answer, me!
2:22 – 2:31
TF: I’m an old man. Please, just let me catch the transit back home. I promise, I won’t break curfew again.
2:32 – 2:39
W: He didn’t answer your question, Atlauae. Sounds like he’s disobeying an enforcer of the law.
2:40 – 2:46
A: Sure did, didn’t it? That’s another charge we’re going to have to add to your original offense, Mr. Tad.
2:47
TF: That’s not fair!
2:48 – 2:50
(The four cetaceans laugh.)
2:49 – 2:51
A: Life isn’t fair. Get used to it.
2:52 – 3:03
TF: No! I don’t deserve to be treated like this! I’m a veteran of the Battle of Antarctica! I deserve to be treated with more respect and dignity, you slimy fish!
3:04
(The four cetaceans step towards Tad Foster aggressively.)
3:04 – 3:06
W: The fuck you call us, verman?
3:07
(Tad Foster holds his hands up in defense, stopping their approach.)
3:07 – 3:15
TF: Wait, it was a joke! It was just a bad joke! Sorry! Sorry! It was just a joke that’s all!
3:16
A: A joke.
3:17 – 3:19
TF: Yeah! Just a bad joke.
3:20 – 3:23
A: Oh…well, so were we.
3:24
(Atlauae looks at the other cetaceans.)
3:24 – 3:26
A: We were just joking too, right?
3:27 – 3:32
(The other cetaceans agree. Atlauae raises the docugram as if to give it back to Tad Foster.)
3:30 – 3:36
A: Here’s your docugram back. Sorry for giving you such a hard time.
3:37 – 3:45
(Tad Foster hesitantly reaches out to retrieve the docugram. Tad nearly gets the docugram when Atlauae drops it onto the ground.)
3:46
A: Oops.
3:47 – 3:54
(Tad Foster backs up nervously.)
3:48 – 3:57
TF: Oh, oh no. I know exactly what you’re going to do! I’ve done the same thing to others plenty of times in the past!
3:58
A: How’s that?
3:59 – 4:04
TF: You drop something they want, then they bend down to pick it up, and you put a hurting on them!
4:05 – 4:09
A: Oh…well…
4:10
(Atlauae looks to Wirnpo.)
4:10 – 4:12
A: Wirnpo, care to do the punchline?
4:13 – 4:22
(Tad Foster gets slapped down to the ground by Wirnpo, who then kicks the docugram over to a nearby puddle. Wirnpo picks Tad up by his clothing.)
4:23
W: Go get it, boy!
4:24 – 4:44
(The other cetaceans laugh and cheer on Wirnpo, as he tosses Tad Foster, so he slides and rolls to a stop into the puddle. Wirnpo approaches Tad. Tad sees the docugram and grabs it, right when Wirnpo pins Tad’s hand down with his foot. Tad lets out a groan, as Wirnpo retracts his helmet and kneels.)
4:45 – 4:47
W: Look at my face. Look at me!
4:48 – 4:52
(Tad Foster looks up at Wirnpo while the other cetaceans approach.)
4:53 – 5:15
W: You see me? All my surgical scaring? My pod wasn’t always known as the Black Waters. No, that was courtesy of you people and all the oil you spilt into my waters for years. I was going to die until the Apiary cured me of what your race caused.
5:16 – 5:19
(Tad Foster cries out in pain as Wirnpo presses his foot down on the hand.)
5:20 – 5:50
W: I remember this one uppity shit, having the nerve to say to me, “If you can’t evolve to not die somehow from living in pollution, then maybe your species deserves to go extinct.” Well this time, humanity is running behind on the evolutionary ladder. We found the secret on how to evolve pass you, not by having to wait for millions of years to develop the advantages, but by the intervention of wires and metal.
5:50 – 6:07
(Tad Foster cries out in pain as Wirnpo grinds his foot on the hand before stepping off it. Tad tries to stand up as he holds his broken hand.)
6:00 – 6:07
W: Now, whenever I see vermen like you, I’ve made it my life’s mission to return a favor.
6:08 – 6:18
(Wirnpo uses his foot to push Tad Foster onto his back, with the other cetaceans standing around him. Wirnpo walks over and holds the bottom of his foot over Tad’s face.)
6:19
W: Lick it!
6:20
TF: Fuck you!
6:21
(Tad Foster gets kicked in the ribs by Atlauae.)
6:22 – 6:25
A: He said lick it! Comply, verman!
6:26 – 6:48
(Tad Foster licks the bottom of Wirnpo’s foot as the cetaceans laugh and clap. Wirnpo takes his foot away and Tad turns his head to gag and spit.)
6:40 – 6:48
A: Okay, remember, half strength or less. We don’t want to kick a hole through this guy and create another Willie Egerton out of this verman.
6:49 – 7:04
(Except for Wirnpo, the other cetaceans start repeatedly kicking Tad in the stomach, ribs, thighs, and back. Anonymous Camera Operator approaches the group.)
7:04
Anonymous Camera Operator: G’day, y’all!I
7:05
(The four cetaceans stop and turn to aim their arm blasters at Anonymous Camera Operator. Wirnpo closes his helmet.)
7:06 – 7:07
ACO: I wouldn’t do that if I ya guys!
7:08 – 7:09
W: Little shit’s been filming us!
7:10 – 7:15
A: I don’t know about you, but that looks like it could be a weapon. I feel threatened, don’t you?
7:16 – 7:19
ACO: Highly suggest ya look around and think over yar next move.
7:20 – 7:38
(The cetaceans look around and see they are surrounded by other anonymous humans, armed with homemade coilguns and peering out from behind cover aiming at all four of them. Atlauae lowers his arm blaster, and the other cetaceans follow suit with theirs.)
7:30 – 7:34
ACO: Let’s end this peacefully, call it a night beating up on the defenseless, and leave.
7:39 – 7:42
A: You have five minutes after we go to take this trash with you.
7:43 – 7:45
ACO: Jō vī, just back the fuck off, gracias.
7:46 – 7:47
A: Come on, kindred!
7:48 – 8:18
(The four cetaceans launch themselves into the air and fly away. Once they leave, all anonymous humans rush to Tad Foster’s aid while some secure the area. Tad pushes and slaps away at everyone who tries to help him and attempts to stand up.)
8:08 – 8:18
TF: Get off me! I don’t need your…bleeding heart…hippy-dippy…
8:19 – 8:30
(Tad Foster loses his breath and collapses into unconsciousness. The anonymous humans unfold a stretcher and begin to place Tad on it, while Anonymous Medic is calling for a med evac off camera.)
8:23 – 8:28
AM: Medi-vac, come in. Medi-vac, come in. This is Team 7, do ya copy, over?
8:30
(Recording Ends)
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I Many reservation residents spoke a pidgin language know as Rez Speak – which mixed words and phrases from some of the most prominent human languages around each district’s reservation – forming subdialects unique to that local population.