Never have a monarchy

The barren land of the Empire of Balochistan. Flanked on the right by a nuclear-devastated cluster of what were once cities with potential; Islamabad, Karachi, Lahore, Hyderabad. All gone now. Ghosts of their former existence. The AQ Khan nuclear weapon network's warheads, although never used, had clearly left their mark on what was once the Islamic Republic of Pakistan. North Korea's shipment to Karachi was intercepted by the Indian coast guard when the ship tried to covertly make its way through Indian waters, and the discovery of weaponized uranium in the ship under thermal maskers made New Delhi go wild. A few disastrous trilateral diplomatic back-and-forths happened, and suffice it to say that everything outside Balochistan in Pakistan, and the entire North part of the Korean peninsula are now wastelands, along with Varanasi.

The Baloch insurgency quickly scurried into power, filling the power vacuum in south-west Pakistan with a precedent-setting level of organization and speed and non-violence. They even allowed free travel of journalists, immediately setting up border checkpoints to allow entry and appointing a foreign ministry and constructing a visa system, all within a month, and without even having a full formed government yet. However, the power got to the head of the leadership, and taking advantage of the massive public approval, a monarchy was established, with Emperor Hakim Mohammad taking the lead. It was promised to be a constitutional monarchy, but the constitution never came, as those who applied to draft it slowly went missing.

It is 2087. The Emperor is on his hospital bed, his sons Mittoo, Gittoo, and Jittoo on his side. The throne was going to be occupied by the oldest brother, and as opposed to speculation by the international media, none of the three brothers truly wanted the throne. The Empire Treasury would keep all family members of the Emperor rich and healthy, and being in the public eye as a monarch did not appeal to the three Oxford-educated men. Mittoo and Gittoo were very close, and Gittoo was willing to do everything including taking the throne for Mittoo. As it turned out, Mittoo could not handle being the heir for long.

In the Empire of Balochistan, even the princes had powers and responsibilities thrusted upon them as soon as they came back from the UK. The heir especially had the most work to do, with public appearances and hour-long speeches occupying a typical week for most of the days. Jittoo, who wanted to prove his worth to his brothers, came forward to take the reins from Mittoo, who was relieved, and pleasantly surprising Gittoo along the way. The next day, as Mittoo wandered the streets in the euphora of freedom, he was run over by a truck. Jittoo could not believe it, and as much more devastated Gittoo was by their brother's death, he took the title of heir from Jittoo until he could function normally again. Jittoo was still a kid at heart and body, and his source of inspiration died. This was going to be very difficult to recover from.

However, in exactly one year, Gittoo hurriedly handed over the title of heir to Jittoo, leaving Balochistan, and settled in Poland, serving as honorary Ambassador of the Empire to the country. No longer than Jittoo took the throne, his wife left him. "I need to be away for a while," she said, and he was doubtful whether she would ever come back without a lawyer. To make matters worse, economic mismanagement in the empire culminated in several deaths in the week-long Hurricane Sara. The agriculture industry was ravaged, and aid was the only way for the Empire's people to survive.

As the Emperor's condition worsened, Jittoo had a bigger and bigger disaster on his hands. The people started protesting at the Empire's inefficiency and demanded Gittoo's return to the throne. The empire cut off Jittoo's salary. Jittoo decided that he had had enough. He was now going to get Gittoo to return, no matter what the cost. He chartered a flight to Warsaw and tried persuading Gittoo.

"The people want you back! I can't do this. I can't keep facing public opposition!"

Gittoo thought about it and he made up his mind. He replied, "So no one told you life was gonna be this way, Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's DOA. It's like you're always stuck in second gear; when it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year; but, I'll be the heir for you, when the rain starts to pour; I'll be the heir for you, like I've been the heir before; I'll be the heir for you, cause you were the heir for Mittoo."