NovelAI Scenario: The State Interrogates

Description

Being dragged away to a military prison by the invading force of an enemy nation is never fun, especially when you know a lot of government secrets. But when my time comes to be brought to an interrogation room, I am met by a remarkably smooth-talking soldier that makes collaborating sound like a really good time...

Tags

yaoi, gay, first person, military, interrogation, government sanctioned weaponized femboys

Prompt

It's been about a week now ever since I've been interred here, in some military prison out in the middle of nowhere. Could be worse, I suppose. I could've gotten shot like my superiors, that was an option that I managed to dodge, so I get to look at the bright side. This last week or two really has been a whirlwind of changes, now that I have time to think about it. Seemed like we had something set up that would last forever: our splinter state of Vesnistan "revolted" from Novi Grad while essentially functioning as a puppet state under the table, running smoothly as a little warlord fiefdom supported by the intelligence services and army from Novi Grad. I don't even remember why they set this up in the first place, some sort of PR operation mixed with a border buffer against The State or something? Well, it was a good gig, until someone pissed off the wrong general back in Novi Grad and they dropped us like a hot potato. Suffice it to say, being dropped like a hot potato by your de facto overload is not conducive to statecraft. In fact, once it became clear that they were pulling out at an astonishingly fast rate and Vesnistan became a unsustainably small patch of land calling itself a country sandwiched between two hostile regimes, it was pretty clear to the entire world that we were being thrown to the wolves, or, namely, The State. So, of course, they invaded a day later. Not that the army of Vesnistan—what little of it remained after the "expeditionary forces" left—put up much of a fight, and not that I blame them, we were going to run out of food and water real quick, so Vesnistan was essentially a failed state anyway. And so when some Red Army soldiers busted down my government office door and asked me to come along, I agreed. I wasn't about to get shot, and that brought me here, to this military prison. So yeah, things could be worse. At least the food is acceptable and filling enough, the beds can be slept on, there isn't any work to be done... for being a higher-up in an enemy nation's government, the treatment I'm getting is fine. A couple of my superiors got hanged, too, that's another alternative I dodged. Still, I'm wondering when I'm going to get interrogated, because I know a lot of stuff. I was the egghead in the headquarters, always dealing with the paperwork of running a puppet country while the more public warlords did drugs and fucked hookers. Sure enough, just as I have that thought, it seems like today's the day, because two soldiers show up in front of my cell and call me out. The way to my destination takes me through a large group of cells, then through a large office complex, with tons of soldiers scurrying to and fro, sorting through piles of documents I remember quite well—for a puppet state being run by another country under the table, we did a terrible job of getting rid of evidence. Nobody ever cared to establish a real process for it, and I wasn't going to put my neck out for that either, so those soldiers are going to have a lot of reading material. There's a lot of soldiers, too... like half of The State is just the army. That's what I've heard, anyway. Well, depending on how this goes, I might be spending a lot of time with those documents soon as well. Finally, I am herded into a featureless room with nothing but a table, two chairs, and a large mirror that presumably is transparent on the other side and allows some other people to watch me at all times. I take my seat, and for a while, that's all. I'm just waiting, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. Whatever happens here is going to define the future of my life, how could I not be nervous? But eventually, the door does open, and in steps a young man. Just from the first look at him, I will admit, he looks strange in the position of what I assume to be my interrogator. He's young, with a soft smile on his face that can instantly put you at ease, like this is just going to be a conversation over a drink or two. In fact, he is actually carrying a tray of two drinks, setting it down on the table and taking his seat across from me before reaching over for a handshake, which I accept out of instinct. "Comrade Lenin, is it? Welcome to The State. It might not be the gregarious welcome the First Comrade teaches us to give our new comrades, but, well, extraneous circumstances will complicate matters sometimes. I am Comrade Fedorov. Would you care to share a drink with me? Distilled from the finest potatoes The State can offer. It's not a mixed drink the likes of which the bars in the capital can create—resources out in the sticks here can be hard to come by—but this spirit is still the pride of The State," he says, tone calm and friendly. For now, I simply nod my head, take one of the two glasses and take a little sip. It's not unpleasant. Fedorov does the same, and for a bit, I can think. He's a celebrity of some sort in the Red Army, from what I can tell. There were posters with his face on it in the office part of this complex, and some guards were chatting about the arrival of a Fedorov that was apparently a big deal this morning. Not sure how this guy is a military big shot, but I guess if they're bringing someone important out to talk with me, that's a good sign. I set the glass back on the table. "So... what do you want from me?" I ask, wanting to cut to the chase. But he just smiles that smile. "Oh, Comrade Lenin, that is putting it like we're demanding something from you. We are merely looking for cooperation, and wouldn't it be far more interesting for you to learn what we are offering you?" he asks in return. This guy is smooth. I give no resistance, so he just continues, "In exchange for your cooperation in, well, dealing with the incorporation of Vesnistan into The State, we will offer you what The State can afford. A luxurious apartment in the capital city? A comfortable house out in a quiet village? As page 94 of the First Comrade's teachings say, 'Be generous with your new comrades, and they will be generous with you'. In fact, I am able to offer you a full tour of The State. Dining at its most treasured establishments, staying at its most lauded lodgings. If you are willing, I can show you the busy capital as well as the beautiful countryside. All with your simple cooperation. What say you?"... [Click to expand]

It's been about a week now ever since I've been interred here, in some military prison out in the middle of nowhere. Could be worse, I suppose. I could've gotten shot like my superiors, that was an option that I managed to dodge, so I get to look at the bright side. This last week or two really has been a whirlwind of changes, now that I have time to think about it. Seemed like we had something set up that would last forever: our splinter state of Vesnistan "revolted" from Novi Grad while essentially functioning as a puppet state under the table, running smoothly as a little warlord fiefdom supported by the intelligence services and army from Novi Grad. I don't even remember why they set this up in the first place, some sort of PR operation mixed with a border buffer against The State or something?

Well, it was a good gig, until someone pissed off the wrong general back in Novi Grad and they dropped us like a hot potato. Suffice it to say, being dropped like a hot potato by your de facto overload is not conducive to statecraft. In fact, once it became clear that they were pulling out at an astonishingly fast rate and Vesnistan became a unsustainably small patch of land calling itself a country sandwiched between two hostile regimes, it was pretty clear to the entire world that we were being thrown to the wolves, or, namely, The State. So, of course, they invaded a day later. Not that the army of Vesnistan—what little of it remained after the "expeditionary forces" left—put up much of a fight, and not that I blame them, we were going to run out of food and water real quick, so Vesnistan was essentially a failed state anyway.

And so when some Red Army soldiers busted down my government office door and asked me to come along, I agreed. I wasn't about to get shot, and that brought me here, to this military prison. So yeah, things could be worse. At least the food is acceptable and filling enough, the beds can be slept on, there isn't any work to be done... for being a higher-up in an enemy nation's government, the treatment I'm getting is fine. A couple of my superiors got hanged, too, that's another alternative I dodged. Still, I'm wondering when I'm going to get interrogated, because I know a lot of stuff. I was the egghead in the headquarters, always dealing with the paperwork of running a puppet country while the more public warlords did drugs and fucked hookers. Sure enough, just as I have that thought, it seems like today's the day, because two soldiers show up in front of my cell and call me out.

The way to my destination takes me through a large group of cells, then through a large office complex, with tons of soldiers scurrying to and fro, sorting through piles of documents I remember quite well—for a puppet state being run by another country under the table, we did a terrible job of getting rid of evidence. Nobody ever cared to establish a real process for it, and I wasn't going to put my neck out for that either, so those soldiers are going to have a lot of reading material. There's a lot of soldiers, too... like half of The State is just the army. That's what I've heard, anyway. Well, depending on how this goes, I might be spending a lot of time with those documents soon as well.

Finally, I am herded into a featureless room with nothing but a table, two chairs, and a large mirror that presumably is transparent on the other side and allows some other people to watch me at all times. I take my seat, and for a while, that's all. I'm just waiting, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. Whatever happens here is going to define the future of my life, how could I not be nervous? But eventually, the door does open, and in steps a young man. Just from the first look at him, I will admit, he looks strange in the position of what I assume to be my interrogator. He's young, with a soft smile on his face that can instantly put you at ease, like this is just going to be a conversation over a drink or two. In fact, he is actually carrying a tray of two drinks, setting it down on the table and taking his seat across from me before reaching over for a handshake, which I accept out of instinct. "Comrade Lenin, is it? Welcome to The State. It might not be the gregarious welcome the First Comrade teaches us to give our new comrades, but, well, extraneous circumstances will complicate matters sometimes. I am Comrade Fedorov. Would you care to share a drink with me? Distilled from the finest potatoes The State can offer. It's not a mixed drink the likes of which the bars in the capital can create—resources out in the sticks here can be hard to come by—but this spirit is still the pride of The State," he says, tone calm and friendly.

For now, I simply nod my head, take one of the two glasses and take a little sip. It's not unpleasant. Fedorov does the same, and for a bit, I can think. He's a celebrity of some sort in the Red Army, from what I can tell. There were posters with his face on it in the office part of this complex, and some guards were chatting about the arrival of a Fedorov that was apparently a big deal this morning. Not sure how this guy is a military big shot, but I guess if they're bringing someone important out to talk with me, that's a good sign. I set the glass back on the table. "So... what do you want from me?" I ask, wanting to cut to the chase.

But he just smiles that smile. "Oh, Comrade Lenin, that is putting it like we're demanding something from you. We are merely looking for cooperation, and wouldn't it be far more interesting for you to learn what we are offering you?" he asks in return. This guy is smooth. I give no resistance, so he just continues, "In exchange for your cooperation in, well, dealing with the incorporation of Vesnistan into The State, we will offer you what The State can afford. A luxurious apartment in the capital city? A comfortable house out in a quiet village? As page 94 of the First Comrade's teachings say, 'Be generous with your new comrades, and they will be generous with you'. In fact, I am able to offer you a full tour of The State. Dining at its most treasured establishments, staying at its most lauded lodgings. If you are willing, I can show you the busy capital as well as the beautiful countryside. All with your simple cooperation. What say you?"

Author Notes

While I've heard of The State before, seeing it for myself is a different experience. A largely rural country still in the beginning steps of industrializing, there is a strange mixture of the rural countryside still being very primitive, yet content with the slow approach of progress, and the capital city having pockets of novelty and luxury, practically existing as a promise of prosperity to the population, that one day they too will be able to enjoy these things. There's this strange sense of optimism all throughout the population despite the hard conditions, most exemplified by people like Fedorov, the eternally chipper, loving face of the communist government in its capacity as a servant of the people. It's something that's quite interesting.

Memory

My name is Vlad Lenin, though I suppose that that's "Comrade Lenin" now. I used to be a fairly high up government official in the small splinter state of Vesnistan—well, calling it a "government" might be a bit far-fetched, more of a sort of warlord military clique that sprung up in a border region of the much larger country of Novi Grad as a sort of buffer against The State. While being a boring bureaucrat made for a relatively uneventful life, it also means access to all sorts of juicy government secrets, and now that Vesnistan has ceased to exist following an invasion by The State, they would really like to know all those secrets. So now I am, for all intents and purposes, a political prisoner, though it at least seems like torture and violent interrogation aren't on the menu for now.

World Info

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Fedorov
With the way The State is run, propaganda is a regular occurrence, and propaganda needs heroes. And apart from the First Comrade himself, there is no greater hero in The State than Comrade Fedorov. One of the inaugural members of the 3rd Support Battalion, Fedorov is, above all, a true believer in the cause and the First Comrade's teachings, exemplifying what it means to be the new Man of The State: loyal, enthusiastic, and acting with militaristic precision and unwavering dedication. He loves every single comrade in The State, wishes for them all to be happy, and will regularly tour the country, seeking out the common man and listening to their concerns. His clear sincerity has made him an overwhelmingly popular figure, which has only made his propaganda value even greater. As for the man himself, he is a kind and genial type that, despite his position as an elite soldier and direct line to the ruling class, never sees himself as above anyone and treats everyone well. He combines this with a slim, lithe build and cute, feminine face that is nicely framed by his short, black hair to create a very approachable exterior that contrasts with what one would usually expect from a soldier. And out of all of the First Comrade's teachings, the ones that Fedorov has really taken to above all are those about love for one's countryman that are really just thinly veiled endorsements of homosexual behavior and having gay sex.
State
Out in a low-infrastructure, slowly industrializing region in the north of the world lies the small country simply known as "The State". Born from a revolution in the rural periphery of the much larger country of Novi Grad and unified by a charismatic demagogue that is now only known as the "First Comrade", it has managed to carve out an existence as an agrarian hermit kingdom of sorts, engaging in very limited trade with the surrounding world and subsisting primarily on their own production. In this country, most employment is found either in one of the many State-owned farms or in its military, the Red Army. Styling itself as a communist nation, The State runs on central planning, an entirely State-owned economy, and a strict hierarchy centralized in the cult of personality around the First Comrade, the country's savior. Accordingly, every citizen in the country is addressed as "Comrade", and the greeting of "The State provides!" has become commonplace.
3rd, battalion
In the Red Army, there are many, many divisions and battalions, but one stands above all: the 3rd Support Battalion, which was formed early on as what is essentially the First Comrade's personal guard. The 3rd exists as a true elite force, with very strict selection criteria, the most important of those being that every member is required to be a feminine looking man, and rumors abound that every member is also required to be homosexual. It consists entirely of true believers in the First Comrade's cause, and some say that it not only exists to be his personal guard, but his personal harem as well.

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Fedorov

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3rd, battalion

Fedorov

State

3rd, battalion