The Story Behind the Story with S.D. Miller of Nova Scotia, Canada.
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S.D. Miller is an author and educator from Nova Scotia, Canada. Hisnon-fiction writing has been featured in EdSurge and his debut novel, NekonikonPunk: Ctrl Break garnered critical acclaim, winning Best Sci/fi ActionAdventure of 2024 from Indies Today. His stories balance action and socialcommentary inviting readers to explore technology, power, and resistance.
Title: Nekonikon Punk Trilogy
Synopsis:
Nekonikon Punk is a near-future science fiction series where corporations formed townships that ended up seceding from the USA, establishing their own city-states along the Pacific coast. When originally forming the townships, people were promised jobs, comfortable homes, and a good quality of life, so they flocked there in response to the cost-of-living crisis. However, after a war called The Great Secession, these city-states became increasingly authoritarian as they competed with each other, and within their own territories, for ever more power. Nekonikon is one such city-state.
The story picks up long after the war is over and Nekonikon is established. The main character is a young guard-in-training named Juan who wants nothing more than to protect what he holds dear. As graduation nears he is exposed more and more to the corruption of his home and finds himself sympathizing with the oppressed, especially a rebel punk band known as Corpslayer.
From there we launch into a fast-paced adventure, following a colourful cast of characters with competing philosophies on morality, power, and personhood.
TheStory Behind the Story:
Anger andfrustration at our current world order.
Ha ha, it’s true!I find it frustrating to see how the middle class has dissolved over the past40 years, and there is an ever-increasing wealth gap between the haves andhave-nots. I’m not against people being wealthy, but there is no excuse for aperson to have more money than their grandchildren could ever spend existing inthe same world where children die every day of malnutrition. Of course this hasalways been the case to a degree, but with the post-COVID cost-of-living crisiswe are facing worse conditions than any time in my memory. Canadians arecarrying more personal debt than ever before just trying to make ends meet andfood banks across the country are struggling to keep up with demand. This is heading nowhere good.
As an educator, Iworry about young people and wonder what their futures will look like. And,when I’m honest with myself, I don’t see things getting better for them. Howwill they ever afford a home? What will the climate be like? Who will pay fortheir social assistance when they are older?
The more I thinkabout it, the more my scenario of corporations sweeping in and creatingold-fashioned townships seems inevitable. It’s not hard to imagine some techbros deciding that they know better how to run a society than electedgovernments. So, they invest their money (which is more than some nations have)and establish their own working towns, providing people with homes and jobs.Then slowly, as costs rise, they creep back the benefits ever more or requiremore of your personal information in order to continue living there. They wouldeventually tire of paying taxes to state and national governments who they seeas doing nothing but interfering with their prosperity. A secession movementalso seems likely, and it would be supported by their loyal denizens.
Power corruptsand eventually these places would morph into authoritarian states. Once I hadthis history in my head, I decided it would be a great jumping off point tocreate a narrative about resistance and the importance of freedom andself-determination.
I chose cyberpunkas a genre because it hit a number of themes I wanted to explore. For example,one of the main characters is an aboriginal woman calling herself Penny Fame.For her, the battle didn’t begin with the Great Secession, it began with the colonialsettlers taking her people’s land in the 1850s in the Rogue River Wars. Sherefuses to acknowledge Nekonikon as a legitimate state and refers to it as theoriginal pronunciation Necanicum. The idea of history echoing itself is one ofthe themes and we can see through Penny how colonial patterns are not all thatdifferent from capitalist patterns.
The NekonikonPunk series needs to be three books because ultimately I have a hopeful messageI want to convey. But to get there, I need to take the reader through thedystopian realities of such a system in order to arrive at what I think is anoptimistic vision of the future. Books one and two are finished, and I hope tohave the third book finished by next spring. I also have plans to write aprequel called “The Great Secession” once the trilogy is complete.
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Scribbler:
Where is your favourite spot to write? – At my desk in the basement. No one bothers me except my cat, and it allows for long periods of focus once I’m in the zone.
Are you messy or neat?- Very neat.
Your beverage of choice?- black coffee in the AM, water in the afternoon, Forty Creek whiskey for the nights.
An Excerpt from Nekonikon Punk: Ctrl+Break: A conversation between Penny and Juan:
“So why bother?You told me sometimes you don’t even do it for payment.”
Looking down ather drink, Penny gave a rueful chuckle. “Yeah, Mela hates it when we do that.”She finished her Tecumtum’s Revenge in a gulp. Nodding to his empty glass,“Another?”
“One more…if youanswer my question.”
She was silentfor a few seconds, then pointed to her RRW tattoo. “You know what this standsfor? Rogue River Warrior. You know what that is?
“Ahh, no. Ican’t say I do.” Something about her tone made his chest tighten.
She stood,walked to the other side of the bar, and started fixing the drinks, “It’s wheremy people are from, south of here. Many generations ago, the Americans spreadfurther and further west, eventually settling all around these parts.” Shepaused, staring blankly into the glass. “When they found gold in the mountains,they decided it was worth more than my ancestors.”
“What happened?”His chest was tighter.
“What alwayshappens.” She slid him his drink and cupped her own in her hands looking downat it as she spoke. “My people fought, held out in the mountains for quite sometime, but the industrial machines of colonialism wore them down. The earthwent bad.”
She looked upfrom her glass, “Do you know that I can’t even tell you exactly which peoplewere my ancestors? Too many groups were moved together to an areafurther north. The people jumbled together, over the years we lost our land,our languages…” she met his eyes, “…our history.”
“Penny, I…” Shehad struck a chord deep within his chest. He didn’t have the words.
“I know. It’sOK, we’re good.” She sat next to him and patted his leg. “If we weren’t good, Iwouldn’t bother telling you this.” She looked him in the eye and smiled beforelooking back down at her glass. “You asked why we bother. Because it’s the sametoday. The Americans displaced my people, moved us to a region useless to them.Then when they wanted that land, they moved us again and again, further north.”Anger rose in her voice. “Eventually they stopped, but only because themegacorps wanted the land.” She looked at Juan, this time with steel in hereyes, “Necanicum was my home first…” She pointed to her RRW tattoo, “…and I’llbe damned if they move me without a fight.”
Juan nodded. Hereflected on one of Wagner’s lessons, “The state monopoly on violence.”
Penny’s interestpiqued, “You’ve read Weber?”
Confused, Juanshook his head, “Who? No, just what you said made me think about one ofWagner’s lessons. That the state’s monopoly on violence was the greatest moderninvention.”
“You might besurprised, but I don’t entirely disagree.” Her demeanor changed, she was livelyand engaged. “A legitimate state should have a monopoly on violence. It gets usaway from family blood feuds, revenge killings, all that kind of stuff.”
“Never thoughtI’d get you to agree with Wagner.”
“I agree withWeber, who actually created that argument. Not Wagner who uses it forpropaganda.” She sipped and took Juan’s silence as an invitation to elaborate.“Nekonikon is not a legitimate state. The Five are essentially figureheadscontrolled by dictatorial megacorps. They exist to hold us down– you included–for their own benefit. All the while, they hand out scraps and feed lies totheir faithful. Those of us who aren’t loyal end up here in the Row. And Idon’t need to tell you how their guards treat us down here, do I?”
Juan’s faceflushed with shame. He had seen it with his own eyes. Participated in it withhis own fists.
Noting hisreaction, Penny gave him some time to think before continuing, “You ever hearof the veil of ignorance?”
“Ahem, ah nope.I don’t think so.”
“It’s a thoughtexperiment. One that helps a person envision an ideal society. It asks you tothink of a world in which you would want to live. But there’s a catch. You haveto envision the society with ignorance as to what role you will have in thatworld. Maybe you will be a CEO, maybe a prisoner in a jail, maybe a guard inthe security force, or maybe even a punk rocker. With that veil of ignorance,would you create Nekonikon or something different?”
Juan didn’tanswer. He didn’t have to. They sat in silence as they finished their drinks.
After some time,Penny patted his leg again, “You should sleep here. Tred and Kara will havetheir patterns ready in the morning and then we can continue our training. Thecouch in the green room is all yours.”
“Thanks Penny.”He remained seated as she stood up and made her way to the back rooms, haltinghalfway when he called out, “Penny?”
Looking over hershoulder, “Yeah Juan?”
“Umm, I-I’msorry. I didn’t know.”
She nodded toherself. “I know. I see you.”
His eyes welledup, “Goodnight.”
“GoodnightJuan.”
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