Excerpt from My Friend, The Traitor — A Biography of Ka Hanabi, by Ka Zhengming, 2252.

The Battle of GETHSEMANE ended decisively. The reactor was disabled, safely, with minimal civilian casualties in the surrounding area. The People outside cheered, like the roar of the sea. The Birth of Venus stood, unmoving, as a monument to the sacrifice of Ka Hanabi, and the sacrifices of countless other members of the People, who had fallen that day to buy the first steps of freedom for the future.
It was not the end of the war. Far from it, the war continued on for many years after. Some would say that it still continues to this day. But this is the way of revolution. It does not come as a total victory, as eschatological event, the day after which dawns on a new world. No. Revolution is work. It is not destruction and warfare. It is more than this. It is building. Infrastructure, factories, farms. Making ways for people to live, not for people to die. It is healing. It is medicine and it is hospitals and it is providing a future for the People. The bourgeois historians would attribute the Battle of GETHSEMANE as the day the “revolution took hold.” The revolution was long underway already at that point. And it will continue to be long underway, as we build a path towards the future.
The UCF did not fall after the GETHSEMANE’s collapse. Not formally. The southern half of Axis Mundi lost power overnight. It surrendered peacefully to the PRA. The People there were introduced to alternative sources of power. The Affect Core was a critical technology for this. So was Marxism-Leninism, which reintroduced them to the power of the People — a power source long misunderstood and long denied from this land.
The UCF shrank, and as its boundaries began to crumble, the powerful fled further into the core of the empire. The empire squeezed harder, became crueler as the conditions became worse. It was not easy. It is still not easy. Many factions remain, all claiming “legitimate succession” from the fallen UCF empire. Despite this, we continue. Building.
In Corpus Christi, close to her birth home, my friend Ka Hanabi rests inside of the mausoleum-corpse of the Birth of Venus, her partner. Together they mark that place. The People installed a plaque there, for them: KA HANABI AND KA VENUS, MEMBERS OF THE PEOPLE.
I have submitted the video diaries of Ka Kailani for compilation with the PLAA Central Literature Publishing House. His words and his sacrifice will be remembered so long as the people have memory. Ka Hanabi does not have such recordings. She only has the memories of the people who knew her. For this reason, I am keeping this record.
Ka Hanabi was born in the UCF, in its year of 427 — 2203, as we know it now. She was born in San Antonio, Texas, a colonial holding of the UCF. She died in Corpus Christi of the UCF, and her body now rests in the liberated nation of People’s Turtle Island.
The People of the PRA have worked hard to help liberate and return as much of the once-UCF to the People who it belongs to. It must be said without euphemism: this is not a war for our land, and we are not the only People who rose up. All around the nations of the UCF, the People awoke, to shake off the chains of oppression.
One of the first of these was the Kānaka Maoli of Hawaiʻi. Ka Kailani never lived to see the future he helped purchase. The ʻāina have been freed. Rest easy, Kasama.
The future stretches long before us. Struggle continues against the sputtering embers of the empire. We continue on, building the future, because we must. Because the future belongs to the People, and only the People are able to build it.
Save a cigarette for my friend, Ka Hanabi. And help us keep the wheel of history turning towards a brighter future.