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"I was never a very big man but The Company wanted their Claims Investigators to look a 'certain way', to project a positive image for the company. So they insisted on training my body. Instead of dealing with messy, unfocused training, the company preferred to train their employees by having them study a martial art. What the company had when they finished was still a small round man who couldn't lift much more than his own weight, but now the small round man was quick, and cat-like, and agile, and in theory 'dangerous'. Tae Kwon Do can work wonders."

-- Investigator Gary Subud, Safe Futures Insurance Agency.

It's a life that revolves around titles and job descriptions. Sometimes you're the "troubleshooter" or "consultant". Next time you might be a "liaison" or "advisor". You're on-scene leadership when the Company's solo squad hits the pavement, or maybe you're a news-head reading the six o'clock screamsheets LIVE. You're a junior exec fighting your way up corporate ladders of privilege and success. Such is big business in the 21st Century, and the multinationals you represent own the last fragments of power in a world gone mad.

You've seen where the power is, and you've sold your soul to it. You're a corpie.

Corpies are a megacorporation's interface with the real world outside financial archologies and trade plazas. Some are no better than well-dressed thugs, paid to enforce the will of the multinationals in the chaos of urban sprawls. Others are sophisticated and aloof, arranging webs of massive conspiracy networks through teleconferences and well-placed complant briefings. In the class struggle that defines life in the 21st Century, corpies are there on the front lines. They're the rough surface against which grind massive formations of corporate influence on one hand, and shadowy armatures of street crime and poverty on the other.