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The economics of the Sorcerous Axis exists in two mutually contradictory states. Firstly, there is the economy as it ideologically and legally exists in state regulations. Secondly, there is the economy as it actually exists and functions. According to state propaganda, the Sorcerers’ Axis is a utopian world of plenty that has abolished scarcity and greed alike through the universalisation of magic. Suspicious-minded observers would note that this propaganda very closely corresponds to the Prophecy that led to the creation of the Axis in the first place, while bearing almost no reality to how the Sorcerous state actually works. A problem faced after the Magical Revolution was that the Prophecy didn’t actually provide terribly much in the way of concrete details as to how a fully magical economy was meant to work; the Prophecy ‘proved’ that it would work, but the revolutionaries didn’t know how it would exactly work. The vision was essentially a cornucopia endlessly giving forth plenty;

It was the final story, the final frontier, that which man had always wished to grasp yet never could. Man had long presumed as his birthright to be the heavens, and yet they denied him, closed off by the stringent laws of reality. Eventually peace was made with this fact. Across the 21st and 22nd centuries mankind stepped tentatively out into the black, grabbing onto the rocks about their immediate neighborhood, experimenting with fusion, trying so hard to claw out so many Gs of constant acceleration as efficiently as possible. Torchships lit up the night, domed cities sprung up on Mars and the Jovian moons, and by the middle of the 22nd century the first laser propelled probes crossed Alpha Centauri and Barnard’s Star. On Earth great advancements had been made in kind. Malaria was at last wiped out, Alzheimer’s and dementia could now be kept forever at bay with a treatment that came in pill and jello form, Mammoths were even brought back to life. Yet even as mankind reveled in what

Dendar A'nosstrian had never left his homeworld. There had never been any need. He had been born on the same luxurious estate he had lived in all his life, the same estate his progenitors had been born in for generations. His life had been a lengthy string of lazy sun dappled afternoons in the mico-orchards, winter retreats to a mountainous fastness where he could enjoy the thin air, trips to hive to attend functions and debutante balls. All the while the business of, well, business had been carried out by the enormous computer banks buried beneath his manse's foundations. The computer managed his family's numerous investments, carrying out acquisitions, negotiating with competitors and partners, even ensuring his refigerators never emptied, all without needing to seek Dendar's approval or even his curiosity. Dendar had only a dim idea of exactly what the extent of the A'nosstrian business empire was, and he didn't really care to know much more than that. And then, his serene