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Political royalty. In Arthur Damsah’s forty-eight years in office he’d never proved to be an effective anything, much less a politician.
“But surely Arthur Damsah,” Hektor said, indicating the now sweating and somewhat frightened man, “can see that he’s needed again. Alaskans, don’t abandon us, not when other roads are open.”
The mob became almost still. On Hektor’s signal his carefully placed shills began to chant “Damsah,” over and over, and soon it was picked up as the chant started to echo in the hall. It didn’t stop until Arthur Damsah got up and gave a timid wave, turning the chant into a roar of approval.
“So you all know,” Hektor said with a slight grin, “I don’t agree with Arthur Damsah on his policies, and to be honest I probably wouldn’t vote for him. But I can agree that he, like his forefathers, is a great man and one who should be running for the presidency at this time of crisis!”
This brought the first and last round of applause that Hektor got that evening. As he left the assembly hall Hektor knew that what ever the Alaskans did next, they would not be seceding today, and that was all he really cared about.
President Rainusso has announced that after serving out the term of his assassinated predecessor, he will not seek re-election. But the President, never an adventurous man, was shocked by how much more important the presidency became with the coming of Justin Cord and the Crisis.
This puts the Libertarian Party in a quandary with the election only months away. In related news, Arthur Damsah is showing very strong in the polls despite his late entry and obvious sympathy for the rebellious assets in the outer orbits. The question of the hour is who will the Libertarian Party find to risk a major humiliation at this late hour?
—“Election Beat”
Neuro News Now (N.N.N.)
Hektor’s flyer landed with as much secrecy as the Chairman of GCI could manage, and he and his small entourage proceeded straight to the presidential home on Lake Geneva. Located at the water’s edge, the building, thought Hektor, was an overly grandiose yet boring structure with an even longer and more boring history—partially a result of the office itself. The presidency had become, over the centuries, an award for good and faithful ser vice. Whoever the Libertarian Party put up for office got elected, and no one cared because the President was mainly a figurehead. The President had, for the most part, been consigned to sitting around in his house, fishing on the lake, and occasionally going to Geneva to officially greet someone or sign something that had no power to affect anyone. As Hektor made his way into the old house (through a wooden door on hinges, no less), he wondered if the meeting he was about to take might not be the most important meeting the old house had ever seen.
Let’s get this over with,
he thought as he entered the foyer.
He was ushered into the presidential office and saw the President looking worried with sweat pouring from his brow.
“Mr. President,” Hektor said, bowing cordially. Though many had begun to once again shake hands, a fad started by Justin, Hektor had pointedly decided not to. He also saw Carl Trang, former senator from China and current Chairman of the Libertarian Party. Next to him was Luciana Nampahc, head of the Better Business Bureau. Hektor’s files on her were voluminous. The Chairman then put on his best, what-could-all-these-government-types-want-with-a-businessman-like-me? face. He accepted the seat they offered and watched as they all waited in uncomfortable silence for someone to start. Hektor was pleased to see that he won the bet with himself as Luciana cleared her throat. “Chairman Sambianco,” she began, “we need to ask for your help in the election….”
News alert: Hektor Sambianco, Chairman of GCI, has just announced that he will be running for the presidency of the Terran Federation. In a surprise move he will be
“But surely Arthur Damsah,” Hektor said, indicating the now sweating and somewhat frightened man, “can see that he’s needed again. Alaskans, don’t abandon us, not when other roads are open.”
The mob became almost still. On Hektor’s signal his carefully placed shills began to chant “Damsah,” over and over, and soon it was picked up as the chant started to echo in the hall. It didn’t stop until Arthur Damsah got up and gave a timid wave, turning the chant into a roar of approval.
“So you all know,” Hektor said with a slight grin, “I don’t agree with Arthur Damsah on his policies, and to be honest I probably wouldn’t vote for him. But I can agree that he, like his forefathers, is a great man and one who should be running for the presidency at this time of crisis!”
This brought the first and last round of applause that Hektor got that evening. As he left the assembly hall Hektor knew that what ever the Alaskans did next, they would not be seceding today, and that was all he really cared about.
President Rainusso has announced that after serving out the term of his assassinated predecessor, he will not seek re-election. But the President, never an adventurous man, was shocked by how much more important the presidency became with the coming of Justin Cord and the Crisis.
This puts the Libertarian Party in a quandary with the election only months away. In related news, Arthur Damsah is showing very strong in the polls despite his late entry and obvious sympathy for the rebellious assets in the outer orbits. The question of the hour is who will the Libertarian Party find to risk a major humiliation at this late hour?
—“Election Beat”
Neuro News Now (N.N.N.)
Hektor’s flyer landed with as much secrecy as the Chairman of GCI could manage, and he and his small entourage proceeded straight to the presidential home on Lake Geneva. Located at the water’s edge, the building, thought Hektor, was an overly grandiose yet boring structure with an even longer and more boring history—partially a result of the office itself. The presidency had become, over the centuries, an award for good and faithful ser vice. Whoever the Libertarian Party put up for office got elected, and no one cared because the President was mainly a figurehead. The President had, for the most part, been consigned to sitting around in his house, fishing on the lake, and occasionally going to Geneva to officially greet someone or sign something that had no power to affect anyone. As Hektor made his way into the old house (through a wooden door on hinges, no less), he wondered if the meeting he was about to take might not be the most important meeting the old house had ever seen.
Let’s get this over with,
he thought as he entered the foyer.
He was ushered into the presidential office and saw the President looking worried with sweat pouring from his brow.
“Mr. President,” Hektor said, bowing cordially. Though many had begun to once again shake hands, a fad started by Justin, Hektor had pointedly decided not to. He also saw Carl Trang, former senator from China and current Chairman of the Libertarian Party. Next to him was Luciana Nampahc, head of the Better Business Bureau. Hektor’s files on her were voluminous. The Chairman then put on his best, what-could-all-these-government-types-want-with-a-businessman-like-me? face. He accepted the seat they offered and watched as they all waited in uncomfortable silence for someone to start. Hektor was pleased to see that he won the bet with himself as Luciana cleared her throat. “Chairman Sambianco,” she began, “we need to ask for your help in the election….”
News alert: Hektor Sambianco, Chairman of GCI, has just announced that he will be running for the presidency of the Terran Federation. In a surprise move he will be
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