Publius Scribonius Scholasticus, Herald of Agora To All To Whom these Presents shall come or whom the same may in any way concern,
A Proclamation WHEREAS, on the thirtieth day of June in the Year of our Gregorian Calendar two thousand and twenty, Aris did submit a Thesis in pursuit of the Degree of Associate of Nomic Artistry; WHEREAS, this Thesis had previously undergone peer review and editing; WHEREAS, the intent to award the Degree of Associate of Nomic Artistry was issued four days previously; and WHEREAS, this intent was supported by Jason, ATMunn, Falsifian, G., and Cuddlebeam and was only opposed by R. Lee; NOW KNOW YOU that we, Publius Scribonius Scholasticus, Herald of Agora, do hereby grant Aris the Degree of Associate of Nomic Artistry; and NOW KNOW YOU that the below reproduced thesis is recognized as a great work of Agoran legal scholarship; OF ALL WHICH the Players of Agora and all others whom these Presents may concern are hereby requested to take notice and to govern themselves accordingly. At agora-official, this thirty-first day of July in the Year of our Gregorian Calendar two thousand and twenty. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Agora has been around a very long time, and it looks like it’ll be around much longer. That means that, someday, inevitably, my worst nightmare will come true. Unless we do something to stop it. A Prophecy of Doom One day, all of a sudden, the lists fail. The archives go down with them. An Agoran quickly notices and alerts the backup list, unless by some terrible twist of fate that is down too, in which case e sends their message directly to every player listed in the last Registrar’s report (plus any new arrivals). E contacts the Distributor as well, informing em of what has taken place. Everyone waits, at first with patience, then with annoyance, and then with fear. They wait for the Distributor to respond. Days pass. Then a week. More emails are sent. Finally, someone says “E’s never going to respond, is e?” The Speaker sends out a message, claiming that as the figurehead leader of all Agora, e should assume control. The Prime Minister, a popular newcomer who has been recently elected to the office and has little experience, quickly agrees. Orders are sent out. New lists are to be established. Recent reports are to be copied from mailboxes or officer’s archives. The gamestate is to be reconstructed. A new Distributor is to be chosen. Eventually, it is all set up. Everything runs again. Except for one thing. The archives, containing everything that has happened in Agoran history since 2002, are gone. The past soon turns to legend, with older players recounting stories to the newcomers, and upon occasion searching their inboxes for aged texts, relics of a past almost forgotten. Perhaps some old backups are found, but they are years out of date. Much of Agoran history is still lost, like that of the days before 2002 is now. The End To the best of my knowledge, we have no contingency plans for preserving Agoran history in such an eventuality. Our Distributor is amazing, but sooner or later e will die, and that death may come before e has transferred control of the archives to a successor. Perhaps e even has backups in secure locations, and has left instructions for what to do with them, but what if a fire destroys all copies, or some other grave misfortune occurs? I believe that this eventuality is the worst thing that could ever happen to Agora. Even if the game were somehow ossified, we could fix it with a hard fork. It’s questionable whether the new game would still really be Agora, but it would be close enough. However, we have no redundancy to keep our history, our most prized treasure, safe. I think we should do something about that. I don’t know what. -------------------------------------------------------------------------
