this is not
part of them.” She was staring Magiro straight in the eyes.
“Silver,
they aren’t the only ones who can work on the solution. We need to be
committing money to that side of the work too. Right now we have a lot of money
tied up in monitoring, evaluation, the outer space discovery and exploration,
ARC, and the pump holes themselves. The people won’t want to put more money
into this to solve a problem they don’t even realize is a problem. BUT we can’t
tell them it IS a problem cuz then they’ll all freak out. It’s like the other
thing. We know they are there but people will freak out, so we can’t say
anything.” Magiro said waving his hand over his head and Silver nodded
knowingly.
You
know, when we ran for these offices decades ago we were young, naive. We
foolishly thought that we could, just as one Representative, actually turn the
course of a mammoth ship. We made promises to our constituents that things
would get better and that we would continue to serve their interests. I
personally promised to be honest and transparent and have done my best to keep
those promises. Magiro, I don't want my life to be made into a lie. I don’t
think I could live with that. The only thing I have is what I leave behind.
That is my legacy. How do I do what they are asking without erasing everything
I have put into this career, every sacrifice made? You understand don’t you,
Gregor?” Silver asked as she began to walk back and forth in front of the
window.
Gregor
Magiro did understand. It was all he had thought about since The Stache visited
him before the World Memorial Holiday. “Yes, Silver. I understand. I don’t have
the answer for how you’re feeling right this minute since I am asking myself
the same questions,” he admitted.
Silver
nodded, “Neither of us has the answer to that question. In the meantime, we
need to get people working on a solution without having it funded by the World
Consensus or UniCorps or scaring the people. Is there a super-rich uncle you’ve
never told me about?” Silver teased.
“Not
exactly, but I do have an idea. I know a retired scientist with a conscience. Are
you willing to trust me a little?” Magiro asked.
Chapter Seven
Guests
Science Camp, University of Southern Allegiance in Santoria,
Southern Allegiance
Stella jumped up and down on the twin sized bed that lay to the side of the double window. She
was busy losing herself while her roommate Alexis played music on her guitar. The
sound of Alexis’s strings floated through the air, carried by ribbons of color
that surrounded Stella. Alexis couldn’t see the color show, it was for Stella. With
each jump off the bed that had seen enough college use, Stella tried to turn
her body to get a different view of the campus outside their window.
Stella’s
parents signed her up for the extra science camp to help her make-up credits so
she wouldn’t have to retake her science class. That meant she was supposed to
be studying and preparing for the end of camp presentations. Despite posing the
best argument she could craft as to why she shouldn’t have to go, she’d lost.
Unlike
Stella, Alexis was getting extra college credit with the one week camp but
neither could focus after the long day. Alexis had been the most normal person
she’d come across there and on top of that she seemed to have it all. She was
smart, drop dead gorgeous with raven hair and her eyes reminded Stella of the
Antarctic Ocean when they first arrived each year.
Alexis
had the boys on the campus drooling after her. She was confident on top of
that. Stella didn’t think she had an insecure cell in her body and wished she
had just a little of the confidence that seemed as natural as breathing to
Alexis. She was from Australia, another region that didn’t get a new name and
was now mostly dedicated to science and research.
Alexis
had gotten into University a year early and was studying human sciences and
technology, but that
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