Profile: Anastasia Cherovoski
PILOT, AURICOM RESEARCH
RELEASE DATE: OCTOBER / 1 / 2059
DOCUMENT COMPILER:
DAMON FAIRCLOUGH (COMMISSION ID: LIVUK32.2), UNDER
AUTHORITY OF THE F3600 PUBLIC RELATIONS DIVISION.
NAME:
Anastasia Cherovoski
NATIONALITY:
Unknown
PERSONAL HISTORY:
Anastasia Cherovoski is not in the business of confirming facts about her life, though she is regarded by the public as one of the most fascinating figures within the sport. The hunger for information has inevitably lead to many stories about her being fabricated by over-eager journalists, though she is equally unwilling to deny anything written about her. The resulting mess of rumours, half-truths and lies is difficult to penetrate, although Commission archivists have invested some considerable time attempting to do just that.
If we begin with the incontrovertible truths:
Cherovoski is the second pilot with the Auricom Research team. She has never won the F3600 Anti-Gravity Championship. She is romantically involved with Kel Solaar of the Qirex Industries team. She lives on an isolated and heavily guarded estate on the edge of Siberia. She calls her residence ’Dead Field’.
There are few other known facts, but that has never stopped journalists speculating.
From ’Yes!’ magazine:
"I spent the evening dining on tossed garlic beads and candied quartz petals at Vancouver’s new ’Vanity’ restaurant run by Claude Ess and his team of champion chefs. The main hall is bathed in a velvety darkness which heightens the mystery of the food, but it was clear that a single candle had been placed in front of a fur clad figure seated in the furthest corner of the room. I called Claude to my tableside and asked him why he had chosen to disrupt the heavy comfort of the darkness with this lone light source.
’I do not choose!’ he insisted. ’That is the table of Anastasia Cherovoski, and she demands a candle! What else can I do? It is Ana.’
I was amazed. I have eaten at Claude’s many restaurants throughout the world, and never once have I known him bow to a diner’s request. He decides what is eaten, he decides where people sit. In fact, his staff are required to wear ear plugs in order that they are not distracted by the demands of unruly customers. But here in his most prestigious new dining palace, he had given a candle to a diner who had asked for one. Though as he said, what could he do? For the guest was Anastasia Cherovoski."
’I do not choose!’ he insisted. ’That is the table of Anastasia Cherovoski, and she demands a candle! What else can I do? It is Ana.’
I was amazed. I have eaten at Claude’s many restaurants throughout the world, and never once have I known him bow to a diner’s request. He decides what is eaten, he decides where people sit. In fact, his staff are required to wear ear plugs in order that they are not distracted by the demands of unruly customers. But here in his most prestigious new dining palace, he had given a candle to a diner who had asked for one. Though as he said, what could he do? For the guest was Anastasia Cherovoski."
From ’Float Nation’, the anti-gravity racing ’zine:
"It’s official! As reported last week, Auricom’s secretive star Anastasia Cherovoski has been spotted a number of times in the company of Qirex lead pilot Kel Solaar. A Race Commission press officer has now confirmed that they are ’accompanying and supporting each other on a regular basis, including during private massage sessions of an intimate nature at which no other person is present’.
What their team leaders make of this apparently passionate coupling is anyone’s guess, though the Race Commission seemed to be having a hard time controlling its excitement at what could be a long-running PR coup for the sport. Constant worldwide news coverage seems guaranteed now that the most enigmatic female and most successful male from the world’s most popular sport are spending quality time together, going on long Sunday walks and eating pudding from the same spoon."
What their team leaders make of this apparently passionate coupling is anyone’s guess, though the Race Commission seemed to be having a hard time controlling its excitement at what could be a long-running PR coup for the sport. Constant worldwide news coverage seems guaranteed now that the most enigmatic female and most successful male from the world’s most popular sport are spending quality time together, going on long Sunday walks and eating pudding from the same spoon."
From ’Global Finance’:
"It’s one of those ’show-business’ romances that sometimes captures the imagination (of those with very tiny imaginations). For others, the fascination doesn’t run quite so deep, though even the hardest-hearted money mind must now be reeling as shares in Qirex Industries and the Datacast corporation which controls it shoot ever upwards. In fact, all the teams involved in anti-gravity racing, of which Qirex is just one, are now experiencing an unprecedented financial boom.
And the catalyst for this incredible phenomenon? It would appear to be the romantic partnership of Anastasia Cherovoski and Kel Solaar, pilots from rival teams who are currently regarded as the potential founders of a royal racing dynasty. However, Cherovoski in particular is shrouded in a mist of secrecy which makes the coupling even more intriguing and, according to our research, hides some rather more sinister truths.
Firstly, information leakage from within the F3600 Race Commission reveals that the sport’s governing body has been attempting to conjure up a long-running story to engage the world’s media for some time. In fact, one of the first ideas put forward was that the Commission should ’engineer’ a relationship between two top pilots who would come complete with ready-made rivalries that could be swept aside in the name of love. While the idea was originally just one of many, its importance seems to have grown as the press office became more concerned about the threat posed by new ’sports’ which are little more than pre-scripted entertainment.
A little over two years ago, the following memo was distributed throughout the decision making levels of the Race Commission:
MY IDEA IS THIS - I THINK CHEROVOSKI AND SOLAAR WOULD MAKE A NEAT COUPLE. AND WE COULD, LIKE, PAY THEM OR SOMETHING TO GET TOGETHER AND BE SEEN, BE PHOTOGRAPHED, STUFF LIKE THAT, YEAH? I MEAN, EVERYONE LOVES HER AND THEY DON’T KNOW CRAP ALL ABOUT HER - THEY LIKE HER BECAUSE THEY’LL NEVER KNOW HER, YOU UNDERSTAND? AND SOLAAR, WELL HE’S FROM QIREX, BIG RIVALS OF AURICOM, AND HE’S GOOD LOOKING THOUGH AS WE ALL KNOW, HE LOVES HIS RACE CRAFT AND STUFF MORE THAN THE TOUCH OF FEMALE FLESH. COME ON, LET’S DO IT, GET THEM TOGETHER AND SEE THE PRESS GO LA LA. YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO MOVE FOR ANTI-GRAV STORIES, IT’LL BE A RIOT.
It would appear that while the memo’s syntax may have struggled to constrain the enthusiasm of the writer, its message got through loud and clear. Could it be, then, that the affair that is currently keeping the world talking is nothing more than a PR scam? If this is the case, one wonders what the two pilots talk about when they’re together. The enigmatic and snooty Cherovoski sharing sweet nothings with the machine-obsessed dullard Solaar? It’s a marriage made in a boardroom."
And the catalyst for this incredible phenomenon? It would appear to be the romantic partnership of Anastasia Cherovoski and Kel Solaar, pilots from rival teams who are currently regarded as the potential founders of a royal racing dynasty. However, Cherovoski in particular is shrouded in a mist of secrecy which makes the coupling even more intriguing and, according to our research, hides some rather more sinister truths.
Firstly, information leakage from within the F3600 Race Commission reveals that the sport’s governing body has been attempting to conjure up a long-running story to engage the world’s media for some time. In fact, one of the first ideas put forward was that the Commission should ’engineer’ a relationship between two top pilots who would come complete with ready-made rivalries that could be swept aside in the name of love. While the idea was originally just one of many, its importance seems to have grown as the press office became more concerned about the threat posed by new ’sports’ which are little more than pre-scripted entertainment.
A little over two years ago, the following memo was distributed throughout the decision making levels of the Race Commission:
MY IDEA IS THIS - I THINK CHEROVOSKI AND SOLAAR WOULD MAKE A NEAT COUPLE. AND WE COULD, LIKE, PAY THEM OR SOMETHING TO GET TOGETHER AND BE SEEN, BE PHOTOGRAPHED, STUFF LIKE THAT, YEAH? I MEAN, EVERYONE LOVES HER AND THEY DON’T KNOW CRAP ALL ABOUT HER - THEY LIKE HER BECAUSE THEY’LL NEVER KNOW HER, YOU UNDERSTAND? AND SOLAAR, WELL HE’S FROM QIREX, BIG RIVALS OF AURICOM, AND HE’S GOOD LOOKING THOUGH AS WE ALL KNOW, HE LOVES HIS RACE CRAFT AND STUFF MORE THAN THE TOUCH OF FEMALE FLESH. COME ON, LET’S DO IT, GET THEM TOGETHER AND SEE THE PRESS GO LA LA. YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO MOVE FOR ANTI-GRAV STORIES, IT’LL BE A RIOT.
It would appear that while the memo’s syntax may have struggled to constrain the enthusiasm of the writer, its message got through loud and clear. Could it be, then, that the affair that is currently keeping the world talking is nothing more than a PR scam? If this is the case, one wonders what the two pilots talk about when they’re together. The enigmatic and snooty Cherovoski sharing sweet nothings with the machine-obsessed dullard Solaar? It’s a marriage made in a boardroom."
From ’Delight’ magazine:
"We travelled across icy wastes on a milk-white sleigh pulled by specially-bred dappled ice ponies. The snowy silence of Siberia surrounded us on all sides as we approached the estate, and as we pulled up by immense steel gates fashioned into beautiful designs, I could read the small black nameplate with its sans serif script. ’Dead Field’ it said. This was our journey’s end.
Or so I thought. For once we were beyond the gates, there was another hour of travelling through the wild ice gardens before we reached the crystalline dwelling that our host calls home. And once we were there, we gazed up at the towering transparent turrets and felt our own selves dwindle in the midst of that great white prairie. It was the residence of Anastasia Cherovoski, and she was there to meet us.
Greeting us with a silent look, she swept down pale corridors in her flowing furs, pausing now and again to check that we were still there as we ran to keep up with her elegant strides. Eventually we stumbled into the grand hall, an enormous red womb-like cavern whose colour comes as an optic shock after the relentless white of the surrounding world. Anastasia headed for the most distant corner of the hall where a flickering orange light cast dancing shadows onto the walls - as she reached it, her own shadow loomed up from the red gloom and hovered over us as if it was the building’s own soul guarding her from the threat of strangers. She sat down in a sumptuous deep green chair and waited for us to catch up.
Within that fire-warmed corner, it was easy to believe that we were in a cosy and intimate attic, and yet a stray glance over the shoulder would reveal the grand hall’s expanse and provide a reminder that this was a desolate palace on the edge of Siberia. A chill would invariably shoot down the spine.
Of course, our first question represented the wonderings of millions of race fans all over the world.
"How are things between you and Kel Solaar?" we asked, and she smiled a spiky smile. Other than that, she gave no clue.
Anastasia admits to no nationality, though her features appear distinctly East European. She claims descent from a vague branch of nobility, but will not specify any lineage to help verify the fact. Indeed, the direct questions posed to her bear no fruit whatsoever. It seems that in the final analysis, the extravagance of her ice palace speaks more eloquently about her feelings and desires than the ice cool pilot ever will."
Or so I thought. For once we were beyond the gates, there was another hour of travelling through the wild ice gardens before we reached the crystalline dwelling that our host calls home. And once we were there, we gazed up at the towering transparent turrets and felt our own selves dwindle in the midst of that great white prairie. It was the residence of Anastasia Cherovoski, and she was there to meet us.
Greeting us with a silent look, she swept down pale corridors in her flowing furs, pausing now and again to check that we were still there as we ran to keep up with her elegant strides. Eventually we stumbled into the grand hall, an enormous red womb-like cavern whose colour comes as an optic shock after the relentless white of the surrounding world. Anastasia headed for the most distant corner of the hall where a flickering orange light cast dancing shadows onto the walls - as she reached it, her own shadow loomed up from the red gloom and hovered over us as if it was the building’s own soul guarding her from the threat of strangers. She sat down in a sumptuous deep green chair and waited for us to catch up.
Within that fire-warmed corner, it was easy to believe that we were in a cosy and intimate attic, and yet a stray glance over the shoulder would reveal the grand hall’s expanse and provide a reminder that this was a desolate palace on the edge of Siberia. A chill would invariably shoot down the spine.
Of course, our first question represented the wonderings of millions of race fans all over the world.
"How are things between you and Kel Solaar?" we asked, and she smiled a spiky smile. Other than that, she gave no clue.
Anastasia admits to no nationality, though her features appear distinctly East European. She claims descent from a vague branch of nobility, but will not specify any lineage to help verify the fact. Indeed, the direct questions posed to her bear no fruit whatsoever. It seems that in the final analysis, the extravagance of her ice palace speaks more eloquently about her feelings and desires than the ice cool pilot ever will."
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