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**Hydro** · June 26, 2004, 00:10

Office of the Director, Morgan Industries – MORGAN 2134

“Assistant Director James you fail to see the problem!”

“Director Morgan surely you have to understand my situation. I just need more time. The situation is manageable I assure you. As soon as we get a recreation complex built the workers will return to their jobs.”

Morgan watched the elderly James sweat profusely as he struggled to plead for his job. The situation was bad. Morgan Entertainment lacked resources to construct a recreation center. The main reason they lacked resources is the simple fact that half of the work force simply refused to work. Poor work conditions and a lack of entertainment outlets had caused the workers to nearly revolt.

“You need to make a hard decision here James or I will. If I make it you will lose your position on the board and total forfeiture of shares. You need to get your city up and running. I suggest you give me some solutions to this problem.” Morgan barked back at James who winced as if each word had struck him physically.

“All I can do is switch the few workers I have to the mine area east of the city. The rich mineral deposits will more than be sufficient to complete the supply crawler. Once it is built we can return the crews to the farms. However, the only problem with this solution is that it will cause widespread food riots, nearly half of the population will starve!” James said as he wiped his brow with a cloth. “Surely Director Morgan you would not want to see children starve!”

Morgan said nothing. The harsh business realities of Chiron gave no leader a margin for error. James had failed to develop an effective plan that would have built the recreation complex first. Now he was paying the price.

“James if that is your solution than I accept it.” Morgan said flatly.

“Director!” James wailed. “Surely you are kidding! I mean. Surely you cannot ask me to implement such a plan. I offered as a dramatization nothing more. Unless I get more resources from the treasury people will die! That is what I was trying to explain to you!”

“Director people die all the time. Death is a factor of business. It is a cost of doing business. Equipment is depreciated and people die. There is no difference in my ledger book. If people refuse to work then it is the same as a machine that does not work. I scrap it for a loss. Now I want you to make the orders immediately to transfer the work crews.”

“Director surely there is something I can do to change your mind! Is there anything I can say or do to change your mind?” James almost sobbed during his response.

“Assistant Director James I might be motivated to seek another answer but it would take the consent of the board which costs a lot of credits. We could try shifting some of our funding from economic and scientific expansion to more recreational outlets and luxury goods. Perhaps your workers might be more motivated if they could use some of their wealth to purchase new vid-sets or vacation packages. However, the board does not meet until next turn as you know so until then you need to begin the process you laid out.” Morgan said. Perhaps James would bite but he was not sure.

“I will agree Director to anything you said. Just help my people here.” James quickly replied as he wiped the last tear from his eye.

“Well James I will need all of your company shares transferred to my account. I will then re-issue you new stock options but under my control and in companies and departments I control. I will still retain you as my operative at Morgan Entertainment but you will no longer be a board member.” Morgan replied coolly. Perhaps James would bite.

“Agreed Director, agreed. I will transfer the options immediately. You will also have my letter of resignation from the board in the morning. I want to thank you for your assistance. As long as my people are cared for that is all that matters.” James choked his response out.

“Excellent Mr. James.” Morgan quickly replied deleting James’s previous title from his response. “As soon as I get the options I will begin drafting a plan to persuade the other directors to help you with the plan. I cannot make any promises but I expect they will come around. In the meantime you have to stick with the plan. Morgan out.”

Morgan turned off the vid-screen and began to laugh. Some of the original colonists from the Unity could not shed their “Earth based morals and principles” something Morgan too advantage of every chance he could. If all went according to plan within a turn those discontented workers would be dead from starvation. If not, well he would then switch some resources to recreational outlets and products but only be 10%.and they would return to work and he would have the stock options and a working city again Either way Morgan had defeated yet another of the founding board members from the Unity landing pod. There were only 17 left now from the original 53 founding members. Of the 17 Morgan had nominal control of 9 of them. His ownership of company stock had grown giving him the single largest voting block within the company. Once he had removed the “founders” completely he could then order a new board to be appointed a board completely loyal to him. Each of the new board members fortunes would be tied to Morgan’s economic power. Loyalty based on money, the only true currency.

*~*~*~*

Alpha Prime, MY 2135

Aki Zeta-Five looked over her advisors. All of them were holdovers from Zakharov’s time as the leader of these communities, and a few were former adversaries in the struggle for political control of the faction. Aki knew she had won because of her status of heir apparent. Zakharov had made it very clear in his last years that she was his chosen, his special project.

Moreover, Zakharov had drilled into her the need for a certain amount of control, and had tried desperately to distill his knowledge to her before he passed. It was clear to all, including Zakharov, that he was failing until at the last he had been little more than a vegetable. In his stead the Chancellors had ruled as a committee. Each Chancellor was nominally equal, but as always some were more equal than others. Her former competitors Ryan and Smith were of this class.

Commander Ryan, also known as Ryan Gamma-Five, was firmly in her camp now. He had been taught the logical beauty of the Program and, after enhancements to his cerebral cortex, had accepted the Program. More and more citizens were undergoing this transformation. Most were interested due to the direct linkages to the community’s computer, others for the linkages to the Group. Both enhanced ones’ scientific abilities considerably, and also augmented an individual’s ability at other tasks.

It was clear that in a matter of years most of the citizens would be linked to the Program. In doing so they would lose a portion of themselves and be partially subsumed into the Program, adding to its complexity even as it simplified their personality. A minority would never accept the Program. These remaining Full Humans would be tolerated, even welcomed. Each individual can contribute to the Consciousness even if they aren’t linked.

So far the Program’s progress had been steady, and now it was accelerating. In time it would plateau, and then the process of full integration would start.

Before then there was a fractious group of Chancellors to deal with. Only Ryan was part of the Consciousness and this made decision making tedious. Arguments were made over and over, with little resolved. It was highly inefficient. If all of the Chancellors were part of the Consciousness then this and other problems would be quickly resolved.

The debates on food allocations raged on. Ryan and Aki sat and appeared impassive. In reality they were plotting the removal of a few vocal Full Humans that were highly unlikely to accept the Program. Two members would likely become part of the Consciousness soon. It was only a matter of time.

*~*~*~*

Private rooms of Nwabudike Morgan, Morgan Industries – MORGAN 2135

Morgan rolled over in bed and slowly opened his eyes. It had been a long night. The party had gone well into the night but it had been a good one, a really good one.

Morgan sat up in bed and quickly looked over at the stock market display next to his bed and studied the overnight market results; all his stocks were up as they should be.

“Morgan what time is it?”

Morgan quickly looked over at the young lady in his bed and then he remembered once again how good the party had been.

“Leave now.” Morgan commanded. He quickly touched a button next to his bed and middle-aged man quickly entered the room.

“Yes Director?”

“Escort this lady out now. I have work to do.”

“Yes Director.”

“But Morgan you said last night.” The young women began to crawl across the bed towards Morgan. The silk sheets slid easily off of her naked body. Morgan did not even look at her. It was time for business.

“Lets go young lady.” The man quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her from the bed towards the door.

“I don’t understand!” She wailed. “I thought we were going to be friends?”

Morgan did not even listen. He strode quickly towards the bathroom and began to relieve himself. It was time for work, not for play. Morgan Industries was thriving and it demanded his constant attention. Since pushing through the changes in production levels he had ended the strike by the workers at Morgan Entertainment. Every worker was back at work and the city was prospering again. The 20% increase in luxury goods and entertainment services had also helped his own city and now every worker was demanding to work in order so that they could earn the credits to buy such lavish items. Scientific research was still on tract even after the changes he had ordered. The scientific division was still on pace to make a breakthrough every 12 turns. Profits had not been too aversely effected either. The balance sheet at the end of the turn showed a net profit of 12 mega-credits. In all, Morgan could not be more pleased.

He quickly finished his bathroom routine and returned to his bedroom to put his clothes on. As Morgan adjusted his tie and looked in the mirror he flashed himself a smile. Yes it was good to be the Director.

*~*~*~*

Alpha Prime, MY 2136

Fifty-five years. The figure stunned the Prime Function. How could a society of scientists have such a poor scientific output?

Intellectually Aki knew that the source of the problem was the malaise that had afflicted her people for twenty years. It had stunted their drive and enthusiasm, and limited the ambition to strive for excellence. As a result they had few bases, and a sadly inadequate infrastructure.

The former would change soon. Three colony pods with three thousand colonists were on their way to set up new colonies in very promising areas. One was a extraordinarily fertile river valley, the second in a coastal area with two nutrient lodes, and the third just south of Alpha Prime near a rainy area. When those colonies were established their population would almost double, although the effects on scientific output wouldn’t be seen for a while due to limited terraforming.

That was another vexation. So much time would be needed to fix obvious blunders, such as putting a mine on a nutrient lode, that no time had been given to preparing sites for new colonies. As a result colonies had to be placed where they could immediately support three thousand people. There weren’t too many places that could do that with no terraforming, and Aki was not going to let her people starve after spending so many years forming the colonies and then establishing them.

The strategy the Chancellors had elected was to have the new bases build terraformers, then a scout defender to maintain order. After that they would each construct at least one more colony pod, and hopefully there would be some infrastructure in place to support those colonist’s journeys to their new homes.

There was so much to do, and very limited resources. Alpha Prime was building a probe team to go exploring. They didn’t require support, and that was critical with their limited industrial ability. The other two smaller bases were constructing recycling tanks, which was a slow process while they were supporting all the units in the field and their colony pods.

Aki was tempted to go to the Program again, but she knew it wouldn’t do any good. With her guidance, the issues had already been examined by the Consciousness. Their collective recommendations were what she was doing now. Unless there were new variables it was advisable to continue on their course of action.

*~*~*~*

Main conference room, Morgan Data Systems Inc.- MORGAN 2136

“Assistant Director Skow you have done a good job here. You run a tight and lean outfit.”

Morgan walked along the main access corridor that ran the length of the habitat module. To the left and right of Morgan were small rooms filled with workers assembling P.A.D.s, circuit boards and some luxury items.

“Now that you mention it Director Morgan we do run a tight program here primarily because of the high production quotas that have been set. I have all of my unskilled workers to the south mining minerals, crystals and other precious metals so that we can make these items. If I could divert some of the workers to another site we.”

Morgan quickly cut him off.

“Skow I know what you are going to say and the answer is no. I cannot afford right now to have your workers planting beans when we need gold, crystals and iron. I have a great investment in this operation and those production quotas were set by me. When you complete your terraformer to enhance your mineral production to the south I have given you authorization to build an automated supply transport. When that is done you can move your people to the other ventures.”

“Director you have read my report haven’t you?” Skow asked in a slightly angry tone.

“Yes assistant director Skow I have. Your workers are well compensated for their efforts. I cannot allow distractions to interfere with their labors.” Morgan fired back quickly.

“Director we are talking about children! My people want to have children!” Skow yelled.

“Skow watch your tone of voice. You are my employee! I can remove you at a whim! I selected you because I thought you could make the hard choices and convince others to see why they are right. Perhaps I was wrong. As I said once we get the mineral situation sorted out your people can apply and pay license fee to have a child.” Morgan barked back at Skow and pointed his finger into his chest. “Now it is that clear! I need to have a big initial return on this investment and I need it now. Allowing your workers to have children will cause disruptions in your work force. Now let me be very clear for you, listen up.” Morgan leaned into Skow so that they were only inches away. “Everyone here wants to be rich, to make it big. I know you want that too. Do as I say and you will. Make your workers do as I say and they will. Otherwise I will find someone who can.”

Skow licked his lips and wiped some sweat from his face.

“Yes Director I understand.”

“Good!” Morgan suddenly became very cheerful again and slapped Skow on the back to begin walking again. “I thought you would see it my way. Now I am not a total monster Skow. I have heard you and your wife would like a child, right?”

“Yes Director.” Skow replied hesitantly.

“Yes of course you do. Now I think we can arrange that. If you were to send your wife back to Morgan Industries to work she could have her child. Of course you would have to pay the standard license fees for having a child.” Morgan happily replied.

“Sir I don’t think I could afford to support my wife there and the child while still living here?” Skow replied dejectedly.

“Nothing is impossible Skow!” Morgan pulled a paper from his pocket. “Why I could arrange it for you. I will pay for your lodgings and support here and you will support your wife. However, you will have to sign this agreement, a simple contract of employment for the next 30 turns!”

“30 TURNS!” Skow screeched.

“And yes, one more thing. After your wife returns to you with your child you will work at half wages and all company shares will be transferred to me during that period of time.”

It was highway robbery and Skow knew it but he would have a child and his wife would be happy.

“Okay Director you have me. Let me sign.”

“That’s the spirit Skow!”

*~*~*~*

Iota Station, MY 2137

Prime Function Aki Zeta-Five surveyed the new base. Due to the Planetary Transit System the population of the base had swelled to 3,000, which increased the Consciousness’ population by 37.5 percent. Granted, the facilities were minimal, but it would grow quickly harvesting the bounty from the two nutrient lodes. Moreover, those nutrient lodes would be considerably enhanced with two terraformers working to put a forest on each. Once that and other improvements were made Iota Station may very well be the most productive and fastest growing base in Cyborg territory.

The other two colony pods had experienced delays getting to their locations due to the lack of roads. That could not be avoided, and spending undue time on the subject was not productive. It was more important to focus on what one could do, not upon what one wanted to do but could not.

There was good news, she reflected. The Consciousness appeared to be on a large peninsula off the southern pole. They were surrounded by the sea to the west and north, and there may be even more territory to the east. Even now their single rover was moving steadily in that direction, while the slower scout garrison ventured into spaces the rover did not take time to explore. This exploration showed a broad swath of very fertile territory that would easily sustain four or more bases. Add that to the more marginal land to the north and the Consciousness could easily build a dozen more bases on their existing territory.

Aki knew her people, when guided by the Program, were very efficient and could maintain this growth without a problem. At some point they may have to cease using a Planned economy, but at this point there was no reason not to do so. Their holdings were small, and the inefficiency of that economic model was of little concern since the natural qualities of Cyborg culture off set that easily.

For now Aki struggled to meet and socialize with the Full Humans. This social anachronism was necessary for the non-integrated, and as long as most of the population was not integrated with the Program it was necessary to observe the ritual. In the future such displays would be redundant since the Consciousness would be all the citizens would need.

**Hydro** · June 26, 2004, 00:11

Central stock exchange, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2137

“Well Director you made a killing today!”

Morgan smiled through the bottom of the brandy glass and then drank down the last mouthful.

“Yes it was a very profitable day indeed.”

Morgan had acquired yet another of the “founders” shares adding even more power and wealth to his portfolio. Morgan now had complete control of three of the four cities and their economic muscle. A consortium of independent seven founders controlled the last city complex to the west. These last seven men and women were his competition and his allies. It was a strange business since many parts of each other’s business ventures and operations overlapped. The leader of the consortium Alisa Stevens was the best they had and nearly as smart as himself. Alisa had been the creator of the consortium to stop Morgan’s climb to power. Even though they were “technically” part of the same company, Unity Industries Inc. the reality of situation was far different. Unity Industries was simply the root company from which all other companies had been formed since landing on Chiron. Morgan had created Morgan Industries and the consortium had created their company. However the wealth generated from each of these two offshoots had to go somewhere and it went to Unity Industries. Unity Industries had no physical presence it was simply an account number any more where mega-credits flowed into and out of. A vast bureaucracy existed to service Unity Industries but it built no machines or harvest any crops it simple counted money.

“Director when do you plan on calling the next stock holders meeting to announce the good news?” The stock exchange manager asked as he refilled Morgan’s glass with the finest brandy he had. Morgan simply smiled again at President James Stockton the manager of the stock exchange. Stockton and his operation served a very important role in the new economic system that had developed here on Chiron. Stockton made sure people could exchange stocks and company shares for hard currency and vice versa. In return he made a small profit off of each exchange. Morgan’s transaction today had made Stockton a very rich man. Another interesting aspect to the exchange is that it operated independently. However, that did not stop people from trying to influence events and exchanges but so long as the exchange received “its” transaction fee then it did not really care what occurred on the floor of the exchange.

“Soon President Stockton, soon.” Morgan took another sip of the brandy. It was good but not as good as his stock. “I suspect next week but perhaps the next. When I make the announcement I want to make sure several of my allies are positioned to take advantage of the bounce my Morgan Inc. stock will take.”

“Excellent.” Stockton almost purred.

“What I would be most upset about is if this information leaked out before the meeting. I would not like for the consortium to gain any advantage from this. Now if an individual were to purchase company shares now, lets say a small amount each day then I would have no issue with that.” Morgan finished his drink and put the glass down and stood up.

“I understand you perfectly Director Morgan, perfectly. I can assure you the information is as good as locked away in my own vault at home. Secure and safe.” Stockton said with a slight grin on his face.

“Good news for me President Stockton. Now I must leave you and return to my office. Thank you again for you personal service today in handling this exchange for me. I look forward to our next meeting.” Morgan shook Stockton’ hand.

“No need to thank me Director. I am only here to serve.” Stockton coolly replied as he walked Morgan to the door and then closed it behind him.

Stockton briskly walked back to his desk and keyed in a buy order for 500 shares of Morgan Inc. company shares. He also purchased shares in Morgan’s two other operations Morgan Data Systems Inc. and Morgan Entertainment. He also issued a sell order for a quarter of his Unity Consortium shares. Yes today would be a good day for James Stockton, President of the Central Stock Exchange.

*~*~*~*

Alpha Prime, MY 2138

Anomaly detected. Self-diagnostic - routing. Response negative. Initiate redundant check.

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The Consciousness has an unscheduled flux. Possible intruder. Situation outside of the bounds of the Program. Assistance required.

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Slave of subunit complete.

Hop, hop. Sys-link…

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Detected. Verification complete. Higher brain functions detected, but not initiated. Pattern recognition not enabled. Program detected within upper cortex. Feedback…nominal.

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Warning: Program was not voluntarily assimilated, per protocol. Initiate termination?

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This supposition is not supported by the Program, Prime Function. Speculation.

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Supplemental tenant to Program accepted, verified. Addition to Program stable within matrix. Updating Program to those in the Consciousness.

*~*~*~*

Apartment complex 1-A-2-2, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2138

“What is that damn racket?"

Fred Firestone stormed out of his tiny bedroom into the main living quarters where his wife Wilma was working in the kitchen.

“It’s the neighbors again dear. Its that new music they are playing.” Wilma replied angrily.

“Well that’s it. I am calling the enforcers. I need my sleep. I have been working all night at the processing plant and I cannot sleep with this going on.” Fred stomped over to the vid-phone and sat down. He was an important assistant supervisor at the plant not some minor flunky how dare he have to put up with this!

“Dear do you have to I was hoping to buy a new breakfast bar processor this month.” Wilma pleaded.

“I need my sleep!” Fred barked back in a tone that ended discussion the topic.

Fred activated the vid-phone by inserting his debit card into the slot and then dialed the enforcers phone number. As soon as he punched in the last number the vid-phone said “thank you for using Morgan communications one minute please”.

Fred waited patiently as the machine connected to the enforcers

“Enforcer department 2, how can I help you?”

“My neighbor is playing music too loud I want you to have them turn it down.” Fred said loudly so he can be heard over the music.

“Okay. I understand. This is a civil issue. Noise complaints will require a fee of 25 credits. You may authorize payment now. We also offer for an additional 5 credits expedited service for immediate action.”

“Yes okay 30 credits. Just make them stop!” Fred keyed in his code and his account was debited.

“Thank you. We will contact your neighbor immediately. Do you have his living compartment number?”

“Yes its 1-A-2-3.”

“Thank you for using enforcement department 2.”

The line went dead.

Fred waited a few seconds and suddenly the music stopped. Fred sat there for several minutes in peace and quiet and then stood up and began walking back into his bedroom when the music began again.

“WHAT!” Fred yelled and stormed back to the vid-phone and contacted the enforcers again. After a few seconds he was connected to the same lady who had helped him earlier.

“I thought you told me that you make them stop!”

“We did. We contacted your neighbor and informed him that he was breaking noise code 223-4. He then paid his fine and the case was closed.” The young lady calmly replied.

“WHAT WAS THE FINE!” Fred roared back.

“Why 25 credits.” She replied.

“Well he went back to playing the music again. I think you will need to call him again!” Fred thundered back.

“We can do that as soon as you authorize payment for 25 credits and of course you can opt for the expedited service for an additional 5 credits.” She coolly replied.

“I HAVE TO PAY AGAIN!” Fred bellowed.

“Why of course!” The lady commented in an off hand way as if the question was a stupid one to begin with “Law enforcement is not free!”

“What is the fine for a second offense?” Fred asked.

“100 credits” She quickly replied.

“Okay I will do it.” Fred keyed in his debit code again hoping his neighbor who only worked, as a laborer on the assembly line would not have the funds to buy his way out this time.

“Thank you for using enforcement department 2.”

The line went dead.

Fred sat quietly for a few seconds as the music continued and then suddenly it stopped. Fred waited patiently at the tiny table his wife rubbing his shoulders to ease his frustration. After ten minutes had gone by Fred stood up.

“Well that finally shut them up. Didn’t have the money this time to pay the bill! HAH!” Fred trumpeted as he began to walk back to the sleeping room.
“Well I just wish it had not cost us so much. I mean 60 credits!” Wilma moaned.

“Well dear at least you get what you pay for. I remember my father telling me stories about Earth police. You did not have to pay them but on the other hand they also protected the criminals as well as the victims.” Fred said as he began to close the door to the bedroom.

“Its hard to believe that something so idiotic was ever allowed to exist in the first place. I mean really to think that enforcers would actually protect criminals who did not have money. The very idea! I just wish though that it had not cost so much. I think tomorrow I will check around to see if any of the other enforcers offer lower rates.” Wilma commented as she jotted a note to herself to remind her.

“You do that dear, good night.”

Fred lay down in his bed and slowly pulled the blankets around him and fell back to sleep counting his credits.

Another day in the life of Fred Firestone, citizen-stockholder of Morgan Industries Inc.

*~*~*~*

Lambda Farms, MY 2139

The Prime Function was pleased. Lambda Farms was the third base the Consciousness had established since she had taken over the management from the ailing Zakharov. These new cities had doubled their population to eighteen thousand in nine short years, and that was truly impressive.

And it would not stop there. All the original bases had given up on any infrastructure improvements and were now building more colony pods. New bases had or would finish their terraformers the year they were constructed thanks to a generous allocation of energy from the treasury, and that would double the number of terraformers that could alter the terrain to their needs. After the new bases had finished their terraformers a scout defender would be constructed, and then they too would have to decide between infrastructure and more bases.

It was the considered opinion of the Chancellors that bases should be built until there was a structural problem due to inefficiency or social control. Each base could manage a population of three thousand, but above that a different dynamic set in that was debilitating. Social cohesion started to flag, and that was inefficient. This meant that either colony pods be built, or that recycling tanks or recreation commons be built.

In the meantime most bases would concentrate on colony pods. The land was rich and would support at least six more bases, and that would double their population again.

Not for the first time Aki thanked the nameless technician who had mustered the nerve to continue the Planetary Transit System through the chaos. Every other Project had foundered. If used properly it would be the key to helping mankind survive and prosper in the coming years.

*~*~*~*

Main conference room, Unity Consortium Inc. – MORGAN 2139

“Nwabudike I need those terraformers so what will it take to rent them?”

Alisa Stevens watched Morgan shift his weight in his great leather chair and then casually reach over to pick up P.A.D. He quickly punched in some numbers and then put the P.A.D. down.

“10,000 credits a turn.” Morgan said with a twinkle in his eye.

Alisa wanted to smash her fist into the vid-screen but kept her temper. She had placed a mirror just above the vid-phone camera so she could make sure her face never betrayed her inner thoughts. It took training, lots of training.

“Nwabudike I could almost build one for that amount. If I did agree how soon could I have them?”

“Well, that’s another problem Alisa. You see I just had them finish a mining project near Morgan Entertainment Inc. You might have heard about it? It is now the richest mine in all of Chiron I suspect. We are pulling out 7 kilotons per turn of minerals and precious ores.” Morgan replied with a grin on his face. “How is your mine project doing?”

“You know perfectly well how it is “doing” Morgan. We are still four turns or more away from completing it and that is why we need the terraformers.” Alisa replied quickly.

“Well, as I said I do have another problem. I need those formers to build a farm and solar collection project just north of those mines. Perhaps after that we can discuss the situation again. I did indeed enjoy our chat Alisa. Morgan out.”

Alisa slammed her fist down hard on the table. Well, she thought she expected nothing else. She had told the other members of the consortium that was what Morgan would do but it is hard to convince them sometimes, well most of the time.

Alisa stood up and walked over to her window and stared out at the workers toiling away below her. They needed to work hard and faster if the Consortium was ever going to catch up with Morgan. Once she got the supply crawler built she had plans to build a colony pod. However, they first needed to complete the mine and then move on to clear the fungus away from that rich nutrient area to the north for use. In time Alisa knew she could build the Consortium into a true rival, a creditable threat to Morgan. However, for now she had to proceed as best she could. The pieces were in motion. She could only hope that her gambit would pay off.

**Hydro** · June 26, 2004, 00:12

Alpha Prime, MY 2140

The True Human council Rebecca Whinn sat down and folded her hands on the polished table. Her client looked over at her with a beseeching look. His face was composed, but strained.

First Chancellor Ryan stood. His salt and pepper hair was immaculate, and his cerebral nodes were polished to a high sheen. They seemed to glisten as the peaked just beneath his mane. He nodded to the defense. “The facts are clear, Prime Function. Waylan Jones was caught with the stolen goods in his possession. His DNA traces were found at the crime scene, and they had enough cellular decay to place him at the scene within the timeframe needed for the crime to have been committed. His alibi has not proven to be persuasive. In short, he is clearly guilty of theft. It is only logical to find him guilty, and impose a just sentence that will serve society, and mitigate some of the harm he has caused.”

The First Chancellor nodded to the Prime Function, and then turned ninety degrees to give a short bow to the defending council. She gave him a curt nod in return. The defendant did not look at him. His eyes were fixed on his judge, Aki Zeta-Five.

“The case was well argued by both sides,” she began. Her voice was impassive and tone flat. “In view of the evidence, the Consciousness finds the defendant Waylan Jones guilty of theft.”

Waylan moaned and his eyes slipped from Aki to the tabletop.

“His sentence is either ten Chiron years of hard labor in the agricultural fields, with a second class laborer’s salary that will be appropriated in full to pay for the theft and to support his family, or acceptance of the Consciousness and the retention of existing status, with remuneration to the injured party to be paid by the state. Mr. Jones, what is your choice?”

Waylan moaned again and muttered, “No, no, no, no…”

His council leaned over and whispered into his ear. She had a tense look on her face. As she whispered Waylan pinched shut his eyes and shook his head once, then more violently a second time. The defense council’s face took on a hard visage and she whispered in an audible voice, “Do it now or your family will be reduced to poverty, all because of your stupid mistake! You won’t get another chance! DO IT!”

Waylan’s will seemed to collapse. He nodded. His council immediately stood up and said, “Waylan Jones will accept the Consciousness.” She was about to add another statement but paused, thinking better of it, and sat down. Then she reached over and held his shaking hand.

“The choice is acknowledged by this tribunal. Sentence will be administered immediately,” she said.

At the prompt Chancellor Ryan Gamma-Four stood up, picked up a small black box from the table in front of him, and paced over to the table where the defendant sat. The meeting room was deathly quiet. He placed the box on the table, opened the lid, and took out two metal nodes, each trapezoidal in shape and three centimeters in diameter. Fine metallic tendrils writhed at the end of the trapezoids. As they neared Waylan they quivered, and snaked toward his temples.

In a quick motion Ryan Gamma-Four locked the nodes in place. Waylan gasped, then gave a strangled sound as his face contorted. His breathing became fast and shallow. Thin rivulets of blood dripped down from this temples as the tendrils drilled into his skull.

Rebecca’s eyes went wide as she tried to calm Waylan’s trembling hands. She whispered, “Don’t fight it. That only makes it worse…” Aki, Ryan and the rest of the audience looked on with dead eyes.

Finally Waylan collapsed. In a moment he sat back up, then stood. “I am Jones Delta-Seven. Transition complete.” His voice was lifeless.

The he looked over to Rebecca and deliberately removed his hands, which were no longer trembling, from her embrace. His eyes were emotionless and his face placid. Rebecca recoiled.

Aki said, “Welcome to the Consciousness, Jones Delta-Seven.”

*~*~*~*

2-sector southeast of Morgan Entertainment Inc. – MORGAN 2140

Nwabudike Morgan liked what he saw, he like it a lot. Down below him in the large mining area the giant supply crawler crept along the bottom as it moved from station to station. At each station the robotic conveyors dumped semi-refined ore into the waiting crawlers massive storage compartments. The mining operation had been nearly completely automated and hundreds of workers had been moved south with the terraformers to begin building a farm and solar collection station.

The supply crawler moved steadily around the mining floor and when it was filled up it would begin its trek towards Morgan Entertainment Inc. Along the way the supply crawler might pass several other crawlers as they began to make their return trip to the mines. In all Morgan could not be more pleased with the entire situation. The crawlers and robotic mining equipment only required a minimal maintenance staff. There would be no threat of strikes; no health care costs to provide for, no training needed and most importantly these crawlers always did what they were told.

Morgan reached into his pocket and pulled out his P.A.D. He quickly keyed in the number to his stock agent.

“Yes Director?” His agent answered. His stock agent had set aside a special communication line that only Morgan had access to.

“I want to acquire all the company shares and stock in the firm or firms that build the supply crawlers. I want to have controlling interest and I want the rights as well to negotiate service agreements for them. Is that clear?”

“Director I can do that buy we will need to liquidate some of your other holdings.”

“Divest my terraformer stock and company shares. With these supply crawlers I not only will get income from the service they provide but I can also leverage myself into any operation they service. Once a terraformer completes its job it moves on while my crawlers stay on the job for a lifetime. I want this done as quietly as possible. I know the consortium will begin to start buying up my stock and shares as quickly as possible so try to spread out the sales over time. However, begin moving as quickly as possible on the crawlers. The faster we move the more stocks and shares we gain without alerting other people to our actions and driving up the price. Is that clear.”

“Director it is crystal clear. I will begin at once. Thank you.”

Morgan turned off the device and slipped it back into his pocket. Just like back on Earth transportation was key to the development and wealth of many nations so it would be here on Chiron. If you controlled the means of moving materials to market then you also controlled the market. Morgan could see a time in the future where his supply crawlers would harvest all of the crops, minerals and manage the solar collection sites leaving people to do other more important things. Morgan’s crawlers would become the very heart of a great economic empire.

*~*~*~*

The Consciousness, MY 2141

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((Welcome Prime Function. This is Jones Delta-Seven. The requested analysis was parsed out to 53 subminds within the Consciousness. Data are here…))

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((Net benefit projections for the Consciousness to attain critical mass considered the construction of infrastructure or additional colony pods for base establishment. The consensus was universal: colony pods for base expansion allow the best enhancement of industrial and scientific abilities.))

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((Base expansion projected through the establishment of 9 bases is a Planned economy is continued, or 14 bases if a standard economic model is effected. After each of the three primary bases has produ ced its second set of colony pods nine bases will be established. The Prime Function will have to guide the Consciousness on the efficacy of further base expansion.))

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Director Morgan’s boardroom, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2141

“I am sorry Alisa but if you don’t like it you can try somewhere else.”

Alisa Stevens and several other members of the consortium had traveled to Morgan’s city to discuss additional trade and business arrangements. However the scope of the meetings had be sidetracked by Morgan’s new monopoly on supply crawlers.

“Nwabudike I know you think you have us over a barrel on this issue but I will not agree to those terms. It simply is out of the question. I will not grant exclusive processing rights to your firms for the refinement of ores. We have our own refineries!” Alisa fired back in a strong and firm voice that left now room for debate.

“I see. Well Alisa I regret to say then these talks are concluded unless you can offer some other compensation for the services my crawlers provide.” Morgan’s reply was firm as well but not as firm which clearly indicated to Alisa that Morgan was not yet really closing negotiations.

“Well perhaps we could discuss food processing and distribution. This is one area where I will freely admit your factories do a far better job than ours. So perhaps we could offer you a majority position in our plants and allow you to reorganize them and operate them under your terms. Would that be of interest?” Alisa asked politely. She knew Morgan would bite at either this offer or a plan to take over the service contracts on all consortium solar farms. She suspected Morgan might go for the solar farms but she was not sure.

“Agreed. Thank you for coming and I will have papers prepared today so that before you leave we can complete our business.” Morgan stood up and quickly walked over to the end of the table where Alisa sat. She quickly stood up and shook Morgan’s hand and then picked up her folders.

“Thank you again and I will come and visit you next time, goodbye!” Morgan waved as the door closed behind them. He could hardly contain himself at the end there. He had never wanted the mineral processing rights he had always wanted the food processing rights and he got them. He has just completed a secret study that concluded that if he closed down the consortium plants and transferred the equipment and then reopened the plants to build luxury good items he would cut down on transportation costs by 34% and increase his profits by nearly twice that amount.

Morgan walked back to his desk and sat down. Alisa was smart but she was still not seeing the long-term picture here. Morgan wanted to be the master of everything, the controller of everything. Then within his empire he would set-up divisions that would in effect act like independent companies but behind them all they would find Morgan. He would tweak here and there but the net result would be vast increase in his wealth and power. Soon it would come soon. It was all a matter of time.

*~*~*~*

Alpha Prime, MY 2142

Psi Consciousness and Pi Complex had both completed their colony pods and they were on their way south. Terraformers were preparing the way with a direct roadway, which would greatly speed their travel, literally cutting years of the time to establish the base. The entire territory was very rich with abundant rainfall and a wide river valley. Indeed, no terraforming would be needed at all in this area. Every base would have its maximum harvest of food and abundant energy from the start. This meant that the six terraformers the Consciousness had to allocate could concentrate on roads in the south, and building forests on the nutrient lodes and other high-value terrain in the north.

Even better, Iota Station would be completing their foil soon. It was a modest affair with no weapons and no armor, but it would allow the Cyborgs to explore the sea, and more accurately determine what lay outside of the modest sized continent. There was even the possibility that there were other human factions on Chiron. Eight pods were present on Unity, and all but one had broken free. Considering the chaos it was just as likely that one or more made it safely to landfall.

At that thought the Prime Function felt a strange twinge of doubt. Zakharov had taught her that humans feared what they didn’t understand. Would the other humans fear and then hate the higher order of being the Consciousness represented? The answer, of course, was unknown. It may even be a mute question. But, it was one she submitted to the Program for low-priority consideration.

*~*~*~*

Office of Dr. Michael Strange, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2142

“This is a very impressive proposal Doctor. If even half of what you write happens I will be a very wealthy man.”

“Director I assure you it will. This new social program will improve efficiency, moral and increase our population growth by a full factor of two.” Michael quickly replied. He was shocked still from the surprise visit by the Morgan’s visit. Everyone in his office was trying to find some excuse to walk near Michael’s cubicle to eavesdrop on what was going on.

“I can only hope so Doctor because I am appointing you to head this program up. It’s an immediate promotion for you and anyone you would like to add to your staff. I am putting you in charge of Morgan Industries new department of employee services and morale. I cannot stress how critical it is that we are able to focus our resources into key production areas rather than just luxury goods and services. It will be your task to see that we improve our workers lives without increasing expenses. I know that’s a tall order but if your program works as you say it will your task will be easy as pie.” Morgan said happily. When one of Morgan’s aides had come across this unique idea he had immediately rushed it to Morgan for his review. The young man who had discovered this “gem” was also promoted as well. Morgan liked to reward initiative and hard work and promote those people that added to his wealth.

“Once again Director I thank you very much. If I may ask when do I start?”

“You start now. I have already issued an executive order for space to be made available for you in my headquarters. You can bring five assistants with you and additional support staff will be assigned to you from our clerical pool. Additional I have decided to be very generous with you as a reward for your idea. I will increase your pay by 10%! Your assistants will get a 5% increase.” Morgan beamed.

“Director thank you very much but I was expecting something more.” Strange replied quickly. His tone was firm but not so much so that he thought would make Morgan angry.

“If you had not said that then I think I might have made a mistake in promoting you. Here is what I will do then for you and your team. Any increase in affiance generated by your new social programs that you can document I will give you a 1% bonus! In addition, I will match that amount in Morgan stock options and that is my final offer.” Morgan stood up and shot out his hand.

“Agreed!” Strange quickly took Morgan’s hand and shook it.

Morgan turned and left the room and began walking back to his office complex. Technology was key to the future of Morgan Industries. Right now the combined research efforts by Morgan Industries and the Consortium were generating nearly 24 terraquads of information each turn. Morgan’s advisors had reported that he should see a major scientific breakthrough in 12 to 14 turns at this rate. The key was energy and resources to continue that effort and Morgan’s supply crawlers would be the key that unlocks that potential. Morgan had three crawler operations running now and more were slated to be built. It was just a matter of time he thought, a matter of time and money and he would be a very wealth and powerful man.

*~*~*~*

Alpha Prime, MY 2143

Rebecca Whinn shook her head in frustration. It was impossible dealing with these Cyborgs! Infuriating!

She would explain over and over the dire need for more terraformers, and all the other Chancellors would do is stare at her! They didn’t even seem to blink. They just…sat. Rebecca resisted the urge to scream, and recalled she had to reinforce that bit of control at least three times in this last session of the Chancellors.

Summoning her courage she tried again. “I don’t think you understand, First Chancellor Ryan,” she said, not deigning to use his new name Ryan Gamma-Four. She had known him for many decades to the Unity days, but the new Ryan was almost new to her. He had all of his memories, and could recall minute events from many years past, but it wasn’t the same Ryan. She continued, “After we complete the next four bases we will be out of territory that can sustain a base with 3000 people without starvation. That is not acceptable. Two terraformers are laboring near Iota Station and cannot get to territory where new bases will be constructed in a reasonable amount of time. Three formers are in the area, but they are constructing roads to aid the colonies to be set up in fertile areas. We can steal some terraformed land from Alpha Prime, but after that thousands of people will die.”

She waited for a response, or at least an acknowledgement. Nothing.

“We have to construct at least two formers and dedicate them to building farms. They have to work in teams, and in about eight years they may be able to prepare a base site. Of the bases in the area only Alpha Prime has the industrial base to construct the formers in less than three years. It will sap our industrial base, but we can assign the formers to the new base, if necessary.”

Rebecca paused again - still no response.

“Or we can delay construction of new pods at Upsilon Depot and Lambda Farms. Of these Lambda Farms is the most likely candidate since it started early. The colony pod at Upsilon Depot is almost done now that they’ve finished foresting the mineral lode. So, this is my recommendation: cease all colony pod production except at Upsilon Depot, divert production at Alpha Prime and Lambda Farms to construct a second former, and have other bases start infrastructure projects such as a recycling tank.”

The other Chancellors still gave her blank stares as if they were looking through her. It was almost not worth the effort being the last Full Human on the Chancellery, but she had a constituency to represent. And defend.

Finally a bit of life seemed to come into Aki Zeta-Five’s eyes. “Your position has been reviewed and endorsed by the Consciousness. It is well reasoned and beneficial to our people.”

That was all.

But, Rebecca was stunned. It was the nearest thing to a compliment that the cold Aki had ever given her.

**Hydro** · June 26, 2004, 00:14

Director Morgan’s office, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2143

“What do you think will happen?”

Everyone in the room looked around at each other waiting for someone to speak. Morgan had called all of his top advisors into a meeting to discuss the impending population “situation” at Morgan Industries Inc. For the past four turns Morgan had directed Dr. Strange to track all births and population changes within all Morgan cities. The data clearly revealed that the population at Morgan Industries was about to top 5,000 people. The only problem with that is that the city had only been built to accommodate 4,000.

“This is unacceptable!” Morgan yelled as he slammed his fist down. Where exactly are these people going to go? Where are they going to live? These are customers, potential customers that I will loose right?”

“Director it is clear that the cost of living, the rent we charge here at Morgan Industries Inc. for even the worst rooms we have are now higher than the luxury apartments that people pay at another Morgan City. I expect that within the next few turns people will simply leave to seek accommodations elsewhere.” Dr. Strange said plainly.

“Unacceptable!” Morgan hit his fist again on the table. “Give me a plan now so that I don’t loose anymore potential customers to the consortium!”

“Director, if I may?” A young woman hesitantly spoke from the rear.

“What! Who said something?” Morgan demanded.

“Me sir, Rose Smith, I am the assistant to Mr. James.” Rose hesitantly stood up and everyone turned to look at her.

“What is it then.” Morgan commanded.

“Sir, we need to build more colonies, more cities I mean. I have been studying the issue for some time and we really need to expand, expand out I mean. More colonies, I mean cities.” Rose spoke quietly but you could tell she believed what she said.

“Director, if I may.” Dr. Strange stood up and looked at Morgan. “I think we need vertical expansion, not lateral. More cities will just dilute our available resources to support them. Please sir don’t listen to this girl. You have my proposal before you and I suggest we follow it.” Strange sat down again slightly irritated that his grand plan might be in jeopardy.

“Well young lady what do you have to say to that?” Morgan asked.

“Well sir he is right to a point. The problem Dr. Strange has not addressed in his proposal is the same problem that always plagued every big city, which was violence, crime and civil unrest. If we follow Dr. Strange’s plan then we immediately have to build even more infrastructure to provide outlets, recreational outlets to people or increase accessibility to luxury goods and services at lower prices to keep them happy. The return for this investment is long term, very long term. My proposal is immediate. We free up space and add facilities, more markets and more resources to support our larger company goals. I think Dr. Strange’s plan is good but its like jumping ahead before you are ready. You most likely will reach the spot you jumped to but you will break your leg in doing so.” Rose stopped and you could have heard a pin hit the carpeted floor.

“What exactly do you do Rose Smith?” Morgan asked as he stood up and walked around his desk to where she stood.

“Sir I am the senior comptroller in supplier crawler division.” She stated.

“How do you know this information?”

“Well Director I was asked to analyze the long term effects the supplier crawler program will create within our business ventures. As we build more crawlers we free up workers to do other things to do different work. Crawlers add resources without adding cost. More workers require more living quarters, more recreational outlets, more medical care more everything. I then added the costs associated with more workers and offset it against the benefits given to us by the supply crawlers and even with more crawlers the math clearly indicated that vertical growth at this time is far too costly. If we just build one colony pod then establish a new city those colonists immediately become a new market for the older cities. These new cities also can supply raw materials and goods and energy to our main cities. In time they will become more advanced and in time they themselves will establish new colonies. In time, as we gradually build more crawlers and more infrastructure and most importantly more nutrient farms to feed a larger population we could then support vertical growth but not at this time.” Rose quietly replied.

Morgan stood there silently staring at the girl for nearly five minutes.

“Young lady I am making you my new special assistant to the Director; me. I want to you to coordinate your research with Dr. Strange and develop a time table and plans as to when we can begin vertical growth.”

Everyone in the room was speechless including a very livid Dr. Strange who snapped his stylus in half.

*~*~*~*

Iota Station, MY 2144

The hull was hardly sleek, but it was seaworthy. Its impeller was not by any means powerful, but it would get the job done. The awkward craft was the first sea-going craft of the Consciousness, and its job was to explore the seas.

Much of the lay of the land had been determined, and so far the territory by Alpha Prime was very rich. The rest of the territory had potential, but would require considerable work. Survey teams had found the northern and western boundaries of their southern continent, and were working on the eastern edge. That, it would seem, was a long way off based on the fragmentary reports from their rover team.

This foil would fill in the void just beyond their coasts. Not much more than a sector of land could be seen and mapped from land, but there were tantalizing glimpses of islands and perhaps continents to the north. Nothing could be discerned from these hazy outlines on the horizon, but there was something there. These might prove to be fertile territory for expansion, or even other survivors from Unity.

The topic had been debated for decades within the Consciousness and it was generally decided that the last one or perhaps two decades of Zakharov’s leadership had been stagnant. Perhaps other factions could provide additional resources, or trade resources. If they were of good will, that is.

*~*~*~*

Director Morgan’s office, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2144

“THE GREAT RACE!”

Morgan sat there in his chair with a blank expression on his face.

“How about, THE FIRST LANDING!”

Morgan continued to sit there saying nothing.

“The GRAND PRIZE!”

Morgan twitched slightly.

“Our idea sir is to advertise the event as a competition and the first colony that is up and running is awarded a 1,000 credits. If you review the proposal in front of you we will market this from every aspect. Prizes and awards for the first colony completed, the first colony to reach their sites and the first colony built. We will set-up a gambling cartel to handle the entire process and sell advertising space on each colony pod.” The young executive finished his proposal and then waited.

Morgan actually liked the idea but it needed polish and more details. He was sure his team could do it much better but this young fellow had at least had the smarts to copyright his idea with the exchange so Morgan had to either pay for the rights or co-opt him to sign over the rights.

“I think you have something here young man. Exactly how much are you asking for an investment?”

“10,000 credits sir.”

“Well, let me propose this. I will hire you immediately and you will join Morgan Enterprises. I will put you in charge of marketing support for this venture and I will handle the rest. What do you think?”

“Sounds great sir! It’s a deal!”

The young man raced forward to shake Morgan’s hand not realizing he had just given away his once in a lifetime fortune for nothing.

“Excellent! I will have the documents prepared immediately. We have to get working right away since both colony pods are expected to complete within 6 turns. Estimate another five turns for travel time and set-up so we should have two new cities within a decade. So you will have your work cut out for you to be sure. Thank you again for bringing this to me.”

*~*~*~*

Iota Station, MY 2145

Aki looked over the maps that had just been squirted to the Cyborg’s northern-most base Iota Station. The foil had been making its way north into what they initially thought would be a small bay. It turned out to be a series of bays that connected what appeared to be an archipelago. That was unexpected. The horizon silhouette suggested there were substantial landforms to the north, but these were low-lying and barely land at all.

The territory was also not very promising territory for expansion. For the time being, existing territory would have to do. This did make decision making for the Consciousness elementary since transports would not have to constructed, and the developing road system could be utilized.

It was still slow going. In the next few years four new bases would be constructed, and that would boost the Consciousness’ population by two-thirds. The new bases would be able to harvest a comparatively large amount of energy from the river valleys, and recent projections suggested that their scientific output would surge by almost fifty percent.

Such an increase would be a sorely needed morale boost to the Cyborg scientists, who hadn’t managed a breakthrough in fifteen years. At this rate there wouldn’t be one for another eleven years; it was a very poor showing, and they knew it.

*~*~*~

Wood processing plant #1, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2145

“Fred take it easy will ya!”

“How can I take it easy!” Fred Firestone yelled back as he crumpled the paper up and threw it at the ground.

Fred was livid. His face was nearly purple from yelling.

“Its not so bad.” Fred’s friend Barney said as he put his arm around him. “Just think at least we will be going together.”

“Well that’s just it you rock head! I don’t want to go and I can tell you one thing Wilma will not want to go either.” Fred finally sat down and rubbed his head.

It was not a good day for Fred Firestone, assistant supervisor at W.P.P.1 (Wood Processing Plant #1) He had just opened his company mail and found a notice that his employment contract had been sold to the parent division, Morgan Industries and then resold to Morgan Planet Colonization Inc. In effect, he had been told that he would be leaving with the next colony pod for parts unknown. The colony pod would be departing in four turns and colonists were needed. At first Morgan Planet Colonization Inc. had tried to recruit people by offering lucrative company share options and luxury items but that had only filled up 245 slots out of a thousand. The colonization team had to find bodies and quickly so they went back to Morgan Industries and worked out a deal. The colonization company could buy labor contracts to staff the colony in exchange for discounted rates for resources and manufactured items built at the colony. The discount rate would cover a time period of 25 turns.

“You could buy the contract back from Morgan Planet Colonization and then you could sell your rights to someone else? Perhaps the Consortium would be interested.” Barney said as he brought Fred another cup of coffee.

“That wont work either. I already called earlier today and they quadrupled the price on my labor contract. I would have to mortgage everything I own and sell off all of my options and shares to buy it back. I wouldn’t have to leave but my contract rights would be so high I would never get another job that would pay me back for the price I had to buy my rights at. Its useless.” Fred gulped down the coffee and then began to cry.

“Fred come on cheer up buddy!” Barney patted Fred on the back. “Try to find the angle on this situation. First, you and I will be going together. Second, we will most likely get a promotion out of this. We will be the most senior wood processing managers in the colony team so we can negotiate new options and pay.”

“You idiot!” Fred fired back. “What good will it do us! Stuck out in the hinterlands in a tiny cubicle to call home. No space at all for decades. I mean we just bought a brand new washer and dryer and now we will have to sell it and go back to using a community wash center. Wilma is going to freak out about this and I will be a dead man for sure.”

“Fred you have to find the angle on this. Sure it will be bad for a while but after that Wilma will most likely be top dog there. Wife of the assistant wood processing plant manager.” Barney said.

“Why not THE manager?” Fred looked up in dismay.

“Well that will be my job of course.” Barney jokingly replied.

Fred punched Barney.

*~*~*~*

Omicron Quadrangle, MY 2146

The Prime Function was pleased. Omicron Quadrangle was the Cyborg’s seventh base, and with it the Consciousness held more than 19,000 people. The site was in a river valley and the resources were copious. It was clear this was a very good site for a base. Their treasury had allocated 19 megacredits to finish their terraformer, and after that a scout defender.

Even better, two bases would be established next year, and yet another base the year after that. Therefore, in two more years the Consciousness would have tripled their population!

That was truly an achievement, for with new citizens new territory could be settled and resources harvested. The malaise that had taken hold of their cities under Zakharov would finally be lifted. The True Humans would become a welcome but ever decreasing minority as more and more people saw the advantages of the Consciousness.

*~*~*~*

Central boulevard, Morgan Industries – MORGAN 2146

Morgan watched the colonists march by the grandstand while thousands of people cheered them on. It had taken a considerable amount of working capital to finance this event. Morgan wanted to get moving on his plans to expand Morgan Industries by adding a habitat module so more people could live and work and shop at Morgan Industries. His competition had cried, “foul” when he had announced the advanced building program and in effect “won” his own contest to complete the first colony pod. The contest was never really in doubt since Morgan hated to loose and he would have done anything to make sure Morgan Industries won.

As Morgan watched he couldn’t help but notice one couple that trudged along near the rear of the colonists. The woman was anything but pleased about the situation and in fact he had noticed that twice she had hit the man next to her. The middle-aged man who plodded alongside and seemed to absorb the abuse without regard seemed to be even unhappier than the women. It was so odd since every other colonist seemed to be pleased about the parade and special events that Morgan had created as a reward for all the hard work they had done with the exception of these two people.

How odd Morgan thought?

As they past by the grandstand Morgan seemed to be unable to keep his eyes off of them as they marched by. The women could now be heard yelling something at the man who seemed to act like the lady’s husband. He stoically absorbed insult after insult from the women as they continued to walk on.

Morgan almost reached into his pocket to make a note to himself to find out why these two people were so angry and then canceled it. Trivial matters were for trivial people. All that really mattered was that the colony pod got to the site as quickly as possible and established itself with speed so it could add its resources to the Morgan machine.

Morgan watched as the colonists exited the main gate to Morgan Industries but he still could not keep his eyes off of that pathetic man.

*~*~*~*

Alpha Prime, MY 2147

Two bases had been founded within the last year: Sigma Complex and Kappa Hills. Both were in the fertile and enormous river valley near the southern pole. With their establishment the last of the prime land had been allocated.

And now the difficult decisions were required.

The Consciousness now had nine bases, three times that of Zakharov’s time. A tenth base would be established in the next year near Alpha Prime, and it would require Alpha Prime relinquishing some of its terraformed land. It would require Alpha Prime to utilize the undeveloped sea nutrient lode, which was rich in food but nothing else.

Two more colony pods would be finished within a year or two, and they too would need base site. The problem is that there were none to be found. Options had been made by the Consciousness but no resolutions reached.

In short, it was the decision of the Prime Function, the alpha of the Program and the Consciousness. The Consciousness had told her that We will learn from your decision, as if she knew something they did not. Even now she could feel them watching here even when she was not submerged within the Consciousness.

It was odd to be separated yet linked. She felt more alone now than she had ever felt. It was not a pleasant…emotion.

Aki turned to her task: finding base sites for two more colony pods. What were the variables? Psi Consensus in the northwestern portion of Cyborg territory would finish one pod. It was illogical to have that pod travel all the way to the undeveloped territory to the west and far east, none of which had territory that would sustain a population of 3000 citizens. She looked over the map and, by coincidence, her gaze chanced on the mouth of a small river valley across the bay from Alpha Prime and three sectors away from both Pi Complex and Psi Consensus. The area had terraforming for the citizens that could sustain 3000 people, if allocated carefully. Both of the other bases would have to make sacrifices and limit their production while terraformers were constructed. Yes. It would work.

The second problem was at Lambda Farms. It could complete its first colony pod in the coming year. Existing bases utilized all of the terrain to the north and south, and the undeveloped lands to the east and west were either arid or merely moist; none would sustain the base without starvation.

That was unacceptable.

There was only one solution: delay constructing the base until minimal terraforming was complete. What were her resources? - two terraformers near Kappa Hills. Both could utilized to construct farms in moist areas. It was inefficient, but less so than letting 2000 people starve to death.

And what would be the fate of other bases?

After a moment that answer became clear: cease building bases until terraforming progress was appropriate.

Aki submitted these recommendations to the Consciousness, who had been observing with great attention, almost anticipation. It took only a few moments for the logic to be digested, and then accepted.

Unanimity. Concurrence

Aki was pleased. She had made a decision without the direct intervention of the Consciousness and, in some ways, had exceeded her programming. Prokhor Zakharov had instructed her to ‘use your intuition’ and she had never understood that. He had explained that intuition was a process out of logic, out of conscious thought, that could be utilized. Was what she had experienced intuition? Unknown. And it would remain unknown until the event was dissected and analyzed by the Consciousness. Indeed, some were already doing so.

**Hydro** · July 11, 2004, 08:37

Construction site, Morgan Entertainment Inc. – MORGAN 2147

“When will you have it done?”

“Director it will be completed within six turns!”

Morgan merely nodded his head and began to walk slowly into the large complex as to avoid the piles of construction material and dirt.

“What will the capacity be?”

“This facility will be able to serve just over five hundred customers at any one time. As soon as the primary control and processing center is built we can add sub-stations to the network. Our marketing data clearly indicates that these large facilities will generate a great deal of revenue buy it will be the smaller sites that cater to more unique appetites that will generate even more revenue.”

Morgan stopped and turned to face the young executive, Paul McClain, who was in charge of the holo-graphic theater project at Morgan Entertainment.

“What do mean by “unique appetites” Paul. The proposal you sent me did not mention anything in that regard.” Morgan asked with a twinge of displeasure creeping into his voice.

“I am sorry Director I meant it to be as a surprise.”

“I don’t like surprises Paul lets get the clear now.” Morgan was now getting angry.

“Well sir.” Paul replied slightly flustered. “Here is the additional data we have on the project. It was not done when I had completed the first proposal so I left it off until I was sure of the figures.”

Paul reached into his pocket and pulled out a small silver disc and handed it to Morgan.

“What does it say?” Morgan asked as he took and began to place the disc into his P.A.D.

“Well sir by selecting discreet sites that cater to more “adult” entertainment we can generate nearly twice the revenue as this large facility here at a fraction of the operating cost. It seems even though people want “family” orientated entertainment they still deeply need and desire alternate forms of pleasure. Our test group almost became addicted to the adult entertainment packages we had.” Paul quickly tried to explain.

Morgan quickly scanned through the data and it was clear that these smaller “adult theaters” would be a revenue-generating goldmine. He would make nearly the same amount of credits on one adult holo-graphic theater as he would on all of his supply crawler operations combined. It was staggering.

“Paul in the future never withhold data from me. Second, have you shown this to anyone else?”

“No sir. My team members assembled the data in groups so none of them have the complete data to review, only me.” Paul replied hesitatingly.

“Excellent Paul, excellent. Now I think you understand the importance of this data correct?”

Paul nodded yes.

“Good, so I think we need to make a deal. I will promote you to executive vice-president of Morgan Entertainment and give you full stock and share options backdated to the beginning of this year. In return this data will be kept secret until a time I choose to release it. Once we have the majority ownership in this program then we can decided what to do with this information.” Morgan said quietly.

“What will the board members do when they find out that we withheld information from them?” Paul whispered.

“Nothing Paul, nothing. The board and I will deal with it then and I can assure you nothing will happen because of it. Now do you have anymore copies of this data?”

“No.”

“Do you have the supporting data still that you used to develop the report?”

“Yes.”

“Good send it all to me by this afternoon and when I have it your promotion will be effective immediately.”

Both of them smiled.

Morgan turned back to tour the construction site and realized even though humanity was now living in the future Morgan was about to become the wealthiest man on Chiron because of the oldest business: sex.

*~*~*~*

Northern Sea, MY 2148

Captain Hernandez Cappa-Three linked briefly with his crew. All were busy at their tasks and did not require his guidance. They had been exploring for several years now and knew each other, and their jobs, very well.

So far the voyage had been something of a disappointment. At first they had been tasked to explore the coastlines of the large landmass to the north. Then, it appeared to be more of an archipelago. But, as their foil explored further inland their archipelago turned out to be just a very long bay. They had penetrated quite a ways inland, but had wasted two years making their way out again. In retrospect they may have been better off simply following the coast since they would have covered much more area.

All of that was second guessing, and quite useless. The Consciousness had agreed with the recommendation; it was logical, based on available information. It was just so…frustrating.

Hernandez knew that the frustration was a remnant from his days as a Full Human several decades ago. Traits such as that are hard to un-learn, even with the aid of the links with his coworkers. Of course, he could not link with the main body of the Consciousness; such an act required a direct physical link, and they had been away from home for many years now. By compensation he had learned to link with his co-workers, all of whom were part of the Consciousness. He tried to limit this link since it was rather shallow, and could be overused. It was difficult, but necessary, for his mission.

*~*~*~*

Two sectors east of Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2148

“Are we really there Fred?”

“Yes dear we are. No more walking but it will still take us a turn to get the colony pod unloaded and the habitat modules built.” Fred replied as he sat down on small chair in their pressure tent.

For the most part the trip had easy to make since Unity Consortium terraformers had built a road to the site. However, almost every step of the way every meter they walked Fred’s wife complained and complained and complained.

“Well I do hope that they are building the supervisors habitat modules first.” Wilma sniffed.

“Yes they are dear and it cost us to. Nothing is for free you know. The city manager allocated labor to construction based on who could pay the most to get it done. Of course the supervisors had the most money so ours will be built first.” Fred replied bemoaning the fact that it had cost him 200 credits.

“Well I am glad that even though we are out on the frontier that people still respect money and wealth out here. Just because we have limited resources and we are far from civilization we shouldn’t forget the things that got us her.” Wilma said as she busied about the small tent preparing lunch.

“Well I can assure you dear that no one here has forgot about money.” Fred replied sarcastically.

“I should hope not. What type of society would we be if wealth was not the cornerstone of our civilization? I mean why would anyone do anything for anyone if profit was not involved. I know my father said on Earth at one time they actually allocated resources equally to everyone no matter what you did, everyone shared equally. The thought sickens me.” Wilma almost gagged at the end as she pulled the processed dinners out of the microwave unit.

“Wilma I know the thought sickens me too but I don’t react that bad when I say equality. Are you okay?” Fred said as he took his lunch.

“I have just been feeling kind of tired and sick in the mornings it gets better by the end of the day.” Wilma said as she began to eat her lunch.

Fred began to eat his lunch knowing that everything was going to get better soon. They would soon have their own living compartment as opposed to the hundreds of workers who would have to live in communal dorms. As soon as work started he would have a challenge awaiting him there and the sky was the limit when it came to the amount of credits and profits he could make. Yes, nothing could knock him off track now.

Suddenly Wilma vomited her lunch all over Fred.

“Dear.” Fred said as he tried to hold his lunch down. “Could you go see a doctor!”

*~**~*

Epsilon Center, MY 2149

Despite all of their best efforts a thousand citizens had starved to death at Epsilon Center. A sudden shift in rainfall patterns had changed a moist area with a farm into an arid area, resulting in a critical loss of food production. That was all it took to cause the mass starvation of a third of the new base’s population.

The Consciousness was still reeling from the loss. Everyone felt the sad decline and eventual silence of the voices. It was a loss for the Program.

It was also a rebuke for her policies, Aki new. There were none within the Consciousness that directly or indirectly blamed her, but she couldn’t help feel responsible. She had made the decision when her advisors could not, and this decision had not gone well. Some of the assumptions required for the basis of that decision had been in error. Well, not in error. The situation had chanced.

This must be what Zakharov meant when he said, Leadership is not for the faint of heart. At the time Aki new she had no idea what he was talking about. When the Program had first been initiated the paths of logic were clear and unobstructed by doubt or conflicting data. And as she examined even mundane issues she had found that most issues suffered from a distinct lack of data, sometimes on critical points. Worse were conflicting data, or data that were likely in error.

As a result Aki had had to make educated guesses, and in doing so exceed her Program. Zakharov was intensely please when she demonstrated she could do this. Aki imagined his lopsided grin and tried to feel the joy he would have felt.

She failed.

**Hydro** · July 11, 2004, 08:39

Office of the City Manager, Morgan Antimatter Inc. – MORGAN 2149

“Yes Director Morgan we are now fully operational.”

“Excellent work Mr. Williamson. Now when do you expect to have your recreation center up and running?” Morgan asked.

Williams quickly picked up his P.A.D. and flipped through several files to find the data.

“In 12 turns Director.”

“Can you do better?” Morgan asked his voice tinged with a bit of urgency.

“I am sorry but no Director I cannot. We simply lack the resources at this time to build any faster. Perhaps if you could rent a few terraformers from Unity Consortium we could add a mine or an agricultural/energy sector. But without those improvements our operations here will be modest to say the least.” Seth quickly replied. It was not a good habit to “sugar coat” situations with the Director. It was much better to give him the facts and allow him to decide.

‘I see. The data I have from our colonization task force supports your conclusions as well. I just wanted to make sure the situation had not changed.” Morgan replied.

“Yes Director I agree.” Williamson said as he leaned slightly closer to the vid-phone as he shifted his weight in his chair. “Director back to the subject about terraformers, when will we get some?”

Now Morgan looked slightly uneasy. He looked to his left and then shuffled some papers and then looked back at the vid-phone.

“Well Williamson we are in negotiations with Unity Consortium but the price they currently want to charge for terraforming is astronomical. I have contracts to complete several projects now but when they run out I will have to renegotiate with Unity to get a better rate. As of right now it will be some time before I can get you those formers. I had hoped that the forest sector we had planted some time ago might have expanded by now but it seems that expectation was too over optimistic. If all goes well Williamson I will try and have a tandem crew of formers to you within five turns. That’s the best I can do for now.” Morgan did not sound happy about this whole situation. Williamson had thought when Morgan had dumped all of his terraforming options and shares it was a bad mistake but he was the Director and Seth Williamson was only a city manager.

“Thank you again Director, we will try our best to get through. I think the best thing for me to do is to look at my labor pool and see who can be reassigned. I have about 50 workers and managers who are trained in wood processing but since we have no forests to harvest they are essentially worthless until we do. I think if I switch them to other labor projects I can increase some of our productivity.” Williams said as he jotted down some information on his P.A.D.

“Excellent thinking Williamson, think out of the box I always say. Keep up the good work and I will inform you the minute those formers become available. Morgan out.”

*~*~*~*

Alpha Prime, MY 2150

More riots wracked the Consciousness.

It was enough that new bases slipped immediately into chaos until a garrison was there to create order. Now established bases were suddenly sliding into unrest. The question was, why?

Subunits of the Consciousness had been tasked with this problem and most of their answers were either trivial, or a little odd. On assigned subunit had even observed that the chaos was the cause of unstable elements in Cyborg society. That was code for Full Humans. Of course that was ridiculous. Every Cyborg base had a minority of Full Humans, and if they were the cause then the same unrest would be seen in every Cyborg base, to some degree at least. It was disappointing that this analysis team had not completed this logical assessment. But, it was instructive since it demonstrated that Cyborgs were subject to some of the same foibles that Full Humans were pray to: ignorance, bias, and chauvinism.

One team’s theories did show some promise. It hypothesized that the smaller human communities on Chiron had none of the societal and infrastructure support they were accustomed to on Unity and on Earth, and that humans needed these support structures. Therefore, when these support structures were absent there was a natural tendency toward societal chaos. Further, the analysis group postulated that the level at which a society would experience chaos was proportional to its societal efficiency and the number of social clusters (Aki translated this pseudo intellectual jargon as ‘bases’).

Aki digested this and it made logical sense. It also jibed with earlier analysis. There had been increased chaos with the establishment of the 10th and 11th Cyborg bases, and that is when established bases had descended into unrest. This empirical evidence supported their postulates.

If this was true there were several options. First, they could continue expanding and deal with the unrest with improved infrastructure. Expansion was an imperative, and would be done even if unrest caused more problems throughout their cities. This inferred that established bases concentrate on infrastructure, while newer bases build additional colony pods. Second, they could desist their Planned economy and forsake its growth and industrial bonus since it did sap their natural Cyborg efficiency. This growth in efficiency would increase the threshold at which unrest would occur. Third, a portion of the Cyborg treasury could be allocated to societal calm, although this would be massively inefficient but could be explored.

This extrapolation of the analysis team’s recommendation would bear further discussion with the Consciousness. Aki was sure that the first option was the most efficient, even with the penalties it presented. Above all else the Cyborgs had to diversify and their holdings to increase their resource base. In the last 20 years this had increased their yearly treasury by an order of magnitude, their population by a factor of three, and their scientific output by over a factor of three.

Expansion was a good objective.

*~*~*~*

Private apartments of Nwabudike Morgan – Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2150

Morgan lounged in his giant bathtub and sipped a brandy as he reviewed the financial reports. It had been another good turn, a really good turn.

On balance profits were up and in double digits. Each turn Morgan became wealthier and more powerful. Each department also reported record results as well. Unity Consortium had sent their report on terraforming operations and it was very good. More roads and more mines and more farms had all been completed this turn and most importantly Morgan had completed his negotiations with the Consortium and now two terraformers were moving towards his newest city Morgan Antimatter Inc.

Of course Morgan’s supply crawler division was also very profitable as well. Five crawlers were in operation harvesting over 19000 metric tons of raw minerals each turn. More crawlers were being built that would dedicated to harvesting crops or energy collection.

Another area of great optimism was Morgan’s scientific divisions. His division managers reported that they expect to have another breakthrough in just a few turns and they should easily be able to keep on pace to achieve a breakthrough every 10 to 12 turns.

Habitat modules were under construction at Morgan Industries and Unity Consortium, which would even more workers at each city.

Lastly Morgan entertainment division was about to complete the first holographic projection theater system and expected profits would be monumental.

It was all-good Morgan thought but for all the achievements they had reached they still lacked one vital component: trade. Without an external source for marketing the luxury items Morgan Industries built the bubble would soon pop and Morgan would be in a very tight place. Workers could buy only so much and then when they purchased all that they can where did the goods go then? Soon he would be forced to lay workers off which in turn would decrease the available market for goods and so on and so forth. It was not a good scenario.

Morgan needed markets; it was that simple.

*~*~*~*

Northern Sea, MY 2151

The coastline seemed to go on forever. Now that they were out of the long, thin north trending for several years they had been able to fulfill their mission: explore the seas, find the locations of new lands and potential sites for colonies, and find any other survivors of Unity.

To date they had been able to explore a considerable area along the huge continent north of Cyborg territory. The southwestern coast of this landmass seemed to go on and on. All of the land the crew had diligently mapped was of no greater worth than the land on their continent.

They had found no trace of any survivors, either. It was entirely possible, although not pleasant to contemplate, that the Cyborgs were the last remnant of humanity. However, it was equally possible that other Unity landing pods had made it safely to Chiron; the Cyborg settlements were evidence of that. Even if there were survivors they may not be on the coasts, and Chiron was a large world. It would take decades for their little craft to explore even a portion of this new world.

Every addition to the knowledge base of the Consciousness was welcome, however. Captain Hernandez Cappa-Three knew his wasn’t a military craft. His mission was exploration, and he hoped to have the good fortune to complete his mission with distinction.

*~*~*~*

Two sectors south of Unity Consortium Inc. – MORGAN 2151

“Sir we need to rest!”

Jefferson R. Maxwell looked at the group of workers and he was disgusted.

“Look there will be no resting, is that clear! We need to keep moving. We have only one more sector to go and we are there. It should only take us a turn at worst to get the colony up and running and then you can rest all you want but not till then. If you want to rest then give me your names and I will log them into the payroll records as incompletes and you will get no shares!” Maxwell fired back.

Everyone in the group kept quiet.

“Good now back to work, we can still make another three kilometers before dusk.”

The meeting was at an end and everyone with the exception of Maxwell began trudging back to the large colony pod.

“Okay Red start’er up and lets get moving!” Maxwell barked into the radio unit and within a few seconds the colony pod began to shake and then move.

Maxwell had never wanted to be the city manager for this project, not in a million years. Too much was riding on this and too many eyes would be looking to blame him if it failed. The colony site was perfect, just along the southwestern coastline and situated along a slight bluff area. Plenty of fertile soil and resources to be found.

What troubled Maxwell was the lack of terraformer support for this project. That “devil” Morgan had secured all of the Consortiums terraformers for nearly a decade. It would be some time until any resupply units arrived or terraformers. Maxwell would be on his own.

That was why Alisa Stevens had chosen him over so many other influential and educated managers. Maxwell was old school, he could get his hands dirty and he could make things work. It was that simple. If perhaps the city had been established closer Maxwell might have ended up as manager of one of the terraforming projects but in this case he was it.

Maxwell looked around and then picked up his pack, it was time to catch up with the lumbering pod and get the people moving as well. There were still some “clumps” of people who hadn’t got the word to get going as if the colony pod leaving the area was not indication enough.

Idiots!

*~*~*~*

Alpha Prime, MY 2152

“We think it’s a mindworm, Prime Function,” the rover team stated.

Aki Zeta-Five paused. She did not know how to proceed.

The Full Human Alicia Brown stepped in. “What is a mindworm, Captain.”

“Oh, I forgot. We just named it that. It came at us from the fungus, you know the pinkish fields that cover bits of Chiron. We had no choice but to plow into the stuff since our way north. As we entered the some of us…felt…something was wrong. Uneasy. Minutes later the fungus seemed to seethe. Thousands of little worms started to almost flow together, and then the flowed toward us! People started screaming, we don’t know who.

“John remembered we had a flamer to burn through light brush, and he turned it on full. Then he turned the rover toward them, spraying the flame across the swarm as it flowed over the rover. They immediately started to burn, and crisp. But that only made it worse! Two of us were already gone, passed out. John remained conscious. He saved us all.”

“Thank you Captain Bretten. I’d like to nominate Private John Wellington for a field promotion to Lieutenant for his initiative and courage,” Alicia said as she surveyed the rest of the Chancellors.

Aki thought it over, and decided to acquiesce. It would look bad for the Chancellors to turn down a field nomination that was clearly deserved, even if it was a mere Full Human. The rest of the crew of the rover was part of the Consciousness, and they had all failed to act.

“Agreed,” she said. “Please issue a proclamation Chancellor Brown. Lieutenant Bretten’s actions are worthy of full honors.”

Alicia nodded, hiding a brief smile.

*~*~*~*

Morgan Industries branch office complex, Morgan Entertainment Inc. – MORGAN 2152

“Look at it! Just look at it! They are lining up around the block to get in!”

Morgan stood in front of the large window that looked out onto the large holo-graphic theater below.

“Director there are so many people right now that we will have to keep the theater open around the clock to accommodate them.” One of Morgan’s assistants commented from behind him.

“Well then have them keep it open then!” Morgan bellowed in annoyance but with a smile on his face. The profits on this facility would be immense. It was so simple to see that this facility coupled with the recreation centers that every vice or recreational need could be met and more importantly satisfied.

With this operation up and running it was time for Morgan Entertainment Inc. to add more habitat modules to accommodate more workers. More workers meant more goods, service and resources and in the end more money for Morgan.

“How soon can work begin on the habitat modules?” Morgan asked his group of advisors knowing that one of them would have the answer.

“Director we can begin within 60 days. One of the assistants reported.

“Good.” Morgan rubbed his hands behind his back. “One of you draw up a company directive to be issued to the city manager here at Morgan Entertainment to begin construction the habitat modules.”

Morgan could here several of his assistants quickly move to a computer and begin work on the directive. Morgan liked that. When he spoke people would react immediately. Sometimes it was a curse but most of the times it made him money, lots of money and that’s what was really at stake here.

Morgan looked down again at the people milling about below him and smiled. It was all too perfect he thought, too perfect.

*!*!*!*!*

Alpha Prime, MY 2153

“This is our first breakthrough since our founder Zakharov passed away,” Chancellor Brown stated. “Ethical Calculus offers the significant benefits of a fully Democratic government. As our projections have shown, this should give our society a new vitality of growth and efficiency, both of which will benefit our people. At issue is a progressive decrease in our society’s tolerance of military efforts.”

Aki sat forward. “What is your opinion, Chancellor?”

“I believe that we should switch to a Democratic government as soon as we can. The growth benefits are significant, as I mention, but the increased efficiency will counteract the inherent inefficiency of our Planned economy. Efficiency is key, Chancellors, to societal stability. We all know that two or three of our bases have suffered from the structural problems of inefficiency: a change to a Democratic form of government will change this, allowing increased productivity that offsets the decreased support rate. Basically, it will allow us to form a larger and more prosperous society.”

Aki listened to this Full Human with her full attention, even cutting off the chatter from the analysis groups in the Consciousness. Her reasoning was clear and thorough. It was almost like she was a member of the Consciousness, and proved that Full Humans had a place within Cyborg society.

That thought was shunted off to an analysis group within the Consciousness.

**Hydro** · July 11, 2004, 08:42

Main administration complex, Unity Collections Agency – MORGAN 2153

City Manager Maxwell was a happy man today. It was the first day of business for Unity Collections Agency Inc. For intents and purposes all of the major “kinks” had been worked out and people were all fully employed doing their assigned jobs and duties.

“Mr. Maxwell?”

Maxwell turned to his left to see who had said his name. A young woman stood there in a very expensive suit and holding a top of the line Morgan Electronics P.A.D.

“Yes how can I help you?” Maxwell asked.

“Mr. Maxwell I am Tasha Williams from Morgan Industrial Automation Group and I am the sales representative for this territory.” She quickly flipped her P.A.D. open and waited patiently for Maxwell to open his so she could beam her business card to him.

“I am a bit confused Ms. Williams. We just got up and running here so how in the world did you get here?” Maxwell replied with a slight hint of irritation in his voice.

“Mr. Maxwell I do apologize for showing up without an appointment but I thought it best to see you before things got to busy around here. What I would like to discuss with you is a contract to set-up an supply crawler automation line here at Unity Collections Agency Inc.”

“We just finished setting up!” Maxwell incredulously. “I mean seriously, this is our first day at full operation. We haven’t even got a terraformered project built yet and you are here asking me to sign a contract to set-up a robotic supply crawler operation. I mean exactly where would I put it?”

Ms. Williams stood patiently while Maxwell finished speaking and then raised her P.A.D. again as a sign she wanted to beam him something into his P.A.D. Maxwell raised his P.A.D. and activated the receive button and the device chirped that it had downloaded the information.

“Please take some time to review our standard contract and operational requirements for supply crawler operations.” Williams calmly replied. “Mr. Maxwell I don’t think you fully understand why I am here. You will purchase a crawler from me today. We will sign the contracts today. You will need one and I know you will need one. They take time to build and install so as to the location or what it will be doing is irrelevant to me at this time. The robotic systems can easily be changed from a mining operation to harvesting crops. What we need to do no is set-up your payment schedules and go over any insurance options and service contracts you wish to carry so that you can have one when you need one.”

Maxwell stood there seething in anger but he knew she was right. Every Unity Consortium or Morgan City had at least two crawlers in operation so it was just assumed he would need one to. But what he hated was the brashness of this woman to almost demand that he buy those damned things, especially today of all days. In addition, he was still unnerved as to how she even got all the way to his city since there was not even a road yet built. Lastly, he cursed the day that Unity Consortium allowed Morgan to win control over those devices. Crawlers were wonderful devices there was no doubt about it. They did the work that hundreds of workers would have to do. Right now his small manufacturing complex was working on a terraformer so that they could develop the rich lands around the city. After that was built a recreation center was next on the construction schedule. Any supply crawler would have to be built at a Morgan city where they had the facilities and resources.

“All right Ms. Williams lets go to my office and start reviewing the contracts and agreements.” Maxwell replied dejectedly.

“Excellent news Mr. Maxwell. I will even treat us to lunch afterwards!”

*~*~*~*

Alpha Prime, MY 2154

“What do you mean, head back west?” Stevens Iota-One stated.

The grainy video image was impassive. “Just that, administrator. “The Consciousness has reviewed their analysis and found it to be in error. Your colony was intended for the eastern coast, but due to delays the terraforming required to support a city of 3000 will not be complete for at least six more years. In the meantime, formers freed up from other duties have prepared a site just west of Alpha Prime. This area is a critical link in our base structure, and will tie our northern holdings to our core at Alpha Prime.”

“But,” he started.

“The matter is not open for discussion, administrator. Inform your colonists to move east. The Consciousness fully understands the delay and wasted effort, but it is more important to secure the colony such that a thousand Cyborgs do not starve, correct?” the image said.

Stevens was silent for a moment, then said reluctantly, “Yes.”

“Compliance is expected. Alpha Prime, out.”

The image west dark, and Stevens stared at it for a moment. He was only a Level 2 Cyborg and a junior member of the Consciousness, but it irked him to have Aki Zeta-Five be so cold. Granted, she had the logical disciplines of the Consciousness longer than anyone, but this was ridiculous!

Well, there was nothing for it.

Stevens Iota-One got up and paced to his right. He touch-opened his pressure tent and trudged outside to tell his soon-to-be disappointed colonists they had to trudge almost from the area they came from.

*~*~*~*

Manager’s office of Wood Processing Plant #2, Morgan Antimatter Inc. – MORGAN 2154

Fred Firestone walked into this new office and smiled. He briskly walked over to his new desk, made from genuine wood; one of the first things made at the plant and sat down. He quickly emptied his briefcase onto the desk and organized them into the various drawers. Fred spun about in his chair and then activated his computer.

After a quick check of his stocks and how they performed over night he then activated his e-mail system.

101 e-mails!

Fred rubbed his face in worry. He had just started 20 minutes ago and he had 101 e-mails! It was inconceivable! When he was just an assistant supervisor at the processing plant at Morgan Industries he never had more than 20 to 30 e-mails ever.

Fred quickly got to work opening each e-mail and reviewing the requests or changes or reports that he would have to take care of. It was mind numbing at first but Fred quickly sorted out all of the important, must do, e-mails from the ones that could wait.

“Ms. Ryan could you come in here?” Fred hit the intercom for his secretary.

Within a minute Ms. Ryan came. She was perhaps the oldest person Fred had ever seen since landing on Chiron and she looked like a walking battleship.

“Yes Mr. Firestone?” She asked very impolitely.

“Yes, umm Ms. Ryan I need for you to pull some records and information for a report I need to have done.” Fred asked timidly.

“Why don’t I just do those reports Mr. Firestone. It would be much faster for me to just do them than have to explain the information to you.” Ms. Ryan grumbled back.

“Well, if you think it is best I suppose that would be alright. I also need all of the supervisor records so that I can set-up a schedule for work reviews.” Fred said as he began to run through his punch list of items to do.

“Sir, perhaps I could do that as well since I have already started a program to handle the information and notifications.” Ms. Ryan grumbled again.

“Well I suppose that is okay. I have a list here of things I need to do today. Perhaps you could review them and see what else you might or might not be already working on.” Fred handed her the list.

Ms. Ryan quickly reviewed it and then checked off about two-thirds of the items on the list and then handed it back.

“I will get you the information to do those reports on your list.” She swung about like a battleship making a wide turn at sea and then left the room.

Fred Firestone eased himself back into this chair and smiled. Yes, today would be a good day indeed!

*~*~*~*

Alpha Prime, MY 2155

There was a consensus: the Consciousness had reached a plateau. With the temporary cessation of base establishment growth had slowed considerably, and with it the expansion of scientific advancement and resource collection. Even the construction of recycling tanks and recreation commons had not significantly increased the acquisition of resources.

It was a quandary for which the Consciousness had no solution.

The Full Human Rebecca Whinn, as usual, had a suggestion: change from a Planned to a Free Market economy. The Consciousness had recoiled at the thought since there would be massive social chaos, and a noticeable increase in reticence in exploration. The benefits, however, were tempting: an 80% increase in energy to the treasury, and a 50% increase in research output. That would be offset by measured necessary to quell social unrest, but it was a useful long-term strategy.

Another benefit: increased efficiency would decrease the unrest caused by the Planned economy. At least three bases would benefit, offsetting some chaos from the switch.

It was an intriguing option. Aki shunted it to her advanced strategy sub-cells for analysis, and an annotation that she expected a recommendation within the year.

*~*~*~*

Director Morgan’s private apartments, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2155

“Well do we have a deal?”

Morgan waited patiently for his response. It had been a long day of meetings, nothing but meetings but his last meeting was to be his best or worst of the day. He was working on a deal to complete a merger with a small and little known company that had started up shortly after landing. They had developed a system to “store” energy and decrease the loss of electrical energy along distribution lines. The company currently had only one operation up and running at Morgan Industries but they wanted to expand to other cities. That was where Morgan came in. He wanted to negotiate for the rights to handle the distribution and operation of the energy bank system in each of the cities but the CEO of the company was still resisting.

“Mr. Morgan I.”

“Please I told you before call me Nwabudike.” Morgan interrupted.

“Okay, Nwabudike. As I was saying I really think my company can handle the distribution, operation and service contracts for the system. I am not sure exactly how you add anything to what we can currently offer.” Ms. Derry replied calmly but her voice sounded tired. It had been a long evening with the Director and he was not letting up on trying to merge with her company.

“Michelle what I can bring to the table is me!” Morgan laughed. “I know it sounds presumptuous but it really is the truth. I can help cut through the red tape and make things easy for everyone to get this going.”

“Nwabudike as I said I really think we can handle it.”

“Do you?” Morgan interrupted again and his voice was now hard and stern the first time tonight it had sounded anything but pleasant and happy. “Let me now be blunt Michelle I can not afford for your company to operate such a lucrative business without me. It is that simple. I will be a partner. Now, here is what I am offering. I will remain a minority holder of the company; say 35% of the total outstanding shares. From that purchase you should have more than enough resources to expand your research into other fields and systems. In turn, I will have exclusive rights to negotiate labor contracts to run the system along with being the sole distributor for spare parts. I will also have the sole rights to negotiate with City Managers on the purchase of the system. Your company will continue to build the systems and install them and provide service work as needed. That is my final offer.”

Michelle Derry had outlined three possible proposals that Morgan might offer and this was the least intrusive of the three. She would still maintain control of the company. She did not like the part about Morgan being her “sales force” but she realized that she did not have much of a choice. The Unity Consortium had already approached her and their offer was for more intrusive.

“Alright Nwabudike you have a deal. You can come by tomorrow to sign the contracts and make the transfers.” Michelle replied wearily.

“Wonderful news!” Morgan had switched back to his old jovial self again. “I will be around about 9:00am!”

*~*~*~*

Western Sea, MY 2156

Captain Hernandez Cappa-Three was tired. The coastlines seemed to go on forever and, even though he had grown to love the sea, it had been almost a decade since they had left port. Even the most hardened of his sailors had expressed some regret at their long time away from home.

In truth it would be a very long time before they were likely to see the Consciousness again. Their course had taken them westward along the coast. So far they had seen a lot of land and even more water, but no terrain that was particularly noteworthy, nor had they encountered any other human colonies.

Granted, they had only explored a small portion of Chiron, but there was always hope that around the next peninsula or in the next bay they’d find a human outpost, proof that there were other survivors from Unity. Over a decade had passed and there were no signs of life. The longer the silence extended the less hope they all had. It would never decrease to no hope unit all of Chiron was explored.

That exploration would take a long time. He hoped that more foils would be constructed since sea exploration was the most efficient way of charting the surface of this planet. So far his appeals to the Chancellery had been politely received, but the response had been muted, at best.

*~*~*~*

New habitat module construction zone, Morgan Industries Inc. –MORGAN 2156

Morgan walked along the bright corridors and occasionally looked into one of the apartments that workers were still putting the finishing touches on. These new apartments would expand the living capacity at Morgan Industries by nearly double.

“Director.”

Morgan stopped and turned around to see who had spoken. It was George Mack one of Morgan’s deputies in charge of the project.

“Sir I just received the latest population studies from the labor office and it isn’t good. Based on current projections the population and labor force will once again exceed our capacity to house them, which in turn will force many of them to leave to other cities. We will not have the habitat modules completed before that increase is expected.” Mack reported.

Morgan was not happy anymore. Three times he had seen some of his best workers pack up and simply leave because he could not provide them a place to live which void their labor contracts. Many of them found employment at other Morgan Cities but what really bothered him was that some of them went to work for the Consortium.

“Is there anything we can do?” Morgan asked impatiently.

“Well, we are very close sir to completion of this project. If you would be willing to authorize overtime for the laborers and pay a premium for materials to be delivered before they were normally scheduled to arrive we could complete the project next turn.” Mack answered as he pulled out his P.A.D. to recheck his figures.

“How much will it cost?” Morgan questioned.

“Around 40 mega credits.” Mack replied calmly hoping his demeanor would defuse his boss’s anger.

Morgan was not angry. Every good businessman knew that sometimes you had to invest in your own infrastructure from time to time. By building up more infrastructures he would add more workers. More workers would increase his profits. In time that 40-mega-credit investment would be paid back 100 fold.

“I will issue the orders to my agents in the morning you will have all the resources you need to complete this project next turn. Is that clear!” Morgan commanded.

“Very clear Director!” Mack replied enthusiastically.

*~*~*~*

Beta Crossing, MY 2157

The new colonists were happy, and even the full members of the Consciousness were getting in the mood for a logical amount of fun. Across the large pressure tent erected for this occasion many of the citizens of the new city Beta Crossing were having a good time. A few Full Humans had already crossed from happy to face down drunk, as were a few Cyborgs. Off in the corner Aki spotted a Level 2 member of the Consciousness that was making a poor but enthusiastic rendition of one of Zakharov’s last speeches, which was her version of being a ‘party animal’.

As the leader of the Chancellery Aki and the rest of the members were present and conversing with the citizens of the new bases. The Full Human Chancellors did this easily, even with normally reserved Cyborgs and aloof members of the Consciousness. This wasn’t the first time Aki wished she had a better understanding of this portion of human nature, but she knew if she did there would be an unacceptable price to pay. Full Humans were isolated even with other people, and they were slaves to those very emotions that made them better at social interaction. Cyborgs had some of the advantages of Full Humans and members of the Consciousness since they had biomechanical augmentation, but they could never participate in the Consciousness and the nature as modified kept them apart from Full Humans. Those in the Consciousness had taken biomechanical augmentation one-step further. They had accepted modest mechanical integration, but also the ability to link and accept the Program. This severe interface blunted human social emotions through a direct connection to the cerebral cortex.

There were logical means to overcome what Full Humans called a handicap, or being an emotional cripple. Zakharov had taught her to learn and understand through the Program, and with it she could function with unstable Full Humans and Cyborgs that were on their way to accepting the Consciousness.

For the time being Aki accepted this limitation. In time it would be the Full Humans that would have to learn to accommodate the Consciousness.

**Hydro** · July 11, 2004, 08:44

Main boardroom, Unity Consortium Inc. – MORGAN 2157

“What do you mean our workers are rioting?!” Alisa Stevens demanded.

“Madame President it seems the workers have heard of Director Morgan’s new habitat complex he has built at Morgan Industries and they want the same thing here now.” Joshua Tate quickly replied. Tate was one of Stevens chief deputies but was not yet a full board member.

“Madame President the board takes a dim view of the current situation. It has stopped production on our own habitat complex. Our enforcers cannot service all of the complaints they have received and now legal and law protection costs are skyrocketing. This can not be allowed to continue so we need to know what you propose to bring about order.” Founder James Devons barked at her. Devons was one of the other six “founders” who formed the first company on Chiron when they had landed. There were only eight founders left since Morgan had bought the others shares out making him the single most powerful man with Morgan territory.

“Founder we are working on it. I have organized a new department to help organize health and recreational services for our workers. I fully expect that within a short time the workers will resume work and all will be as it was. Most importantly once the workers are back to building our habitat complex we concentrate on a purchasing a holo-theater from Morgan Industries and then we can add even more of their supply crawlers as well.” Alisa reported.

“Madame President I do not like what I am hearing. All I hear is “we need to buy this from Morgan and buy that from Morgan”. What are we selling to Morgan to make up for these purchases?” Founder Richers bellowed.

“Founder let me remind you our terrafoming operations are very profitable indeed. They constitute a fully half of our income currently. In time I can predict that terraforming will become an even greater source of income.”

“But every sector that Morgan’s crawlers take over the profits end up in his pocket not ours.” Founder Richers argued back.

“I agree so it is more important than ever that we expand. More workers will allow more sectors of land to be used for resources. It is that simple.” Stevens fired back.

Suddenly several other founders began to argue and then even more. Stevens eased herself back into her chair and wondered if Morgan had to deal with things like this. Perhaps it would be simpler to just get a job with him.

*~*~*~*

Great Western Sea, MY 2158

“Sir!” Full Human Warren Jones yelled as he ran into the cramped bridge of the UCS Unification.

Captain Hernandez Cappa-Three severed his link with his three fellow members of the Consciousness on the ship and turned his full attention to his junior officer.

“There’s a city on the horizon, right on the coast. It looks like a small settlement. All I know is that it definitely isn’t a member of the Consciousness!”

“Good work, Jones. Let’s go see,” the captain said. He could feel a rush of adrenaline, and the unfamiliar emotion of excitement. No doubt this was fueled by the adrenaline, but this was more than a mere physiochemical reaction. This was residual emotion breaking through his Consciousness-modified cerebral cortex. He stored the information for later analysis.

The two trotted to the bow of their modest ship. By now the entire crew knew since news travels fast on a small boat crewed by people who had known each other for over a decade. Everyone was straining to see, and speculating on who might be there. Would they be friendly? Or be able to give them a port of call, and a little real food! Just the thought of that made everyone’s mouth water. Their accommodations had been minimal and Spartan, to say the least.

As they got closer it was clear they had gotten the attention of a few people in the town. There were people standing on the shoreline, many of whom were waving.

The captain turned to his crew. “Make ready to go ashore. They don’t have a dock so get the skiff prepared. Jones, you and I will be going ashore. Keep the Unification safely outside of a reasonable field of fire. We can’t take any chances, and we don’t know if we will be received warmly or with hostility. Keep in mind that we’ve been separated for a long time, and every society changes, especially when they’re isolated. If we’re not back in or haven’t contacted you using standard protocol for first contact in six hours you’re to continue our mission. No attempt is to be made to attempt a rescue. Understood?”

Everyone nodded. They’d been preparing for this for a decade, and they weren’t about to mess this up now.

*~*~*~*

Aki heard the news and hastily assembled the Chancellors after news of first contact had been received from Unification. It took a short while to get quorum, but it took no time to decide to offer the Morganites a peace treaty and an offer of friendship. It was not entirely clear who the Morganites were, but the crew said they’d been received warmly and had gotten the communication channel to their leader Nwabudike Morgan. Aki and the rest of the Chancellors knew who he was, but it was not clear why he was on Unity. He should have been on now dead Earth.

After a short discussion Aki Zeta-Five drafted an official message to the other faction.

*~*~*~*

Dear Nwabudike Morgan and Morganite citizens,

We have been actively exploring for several decades in the hopes of finding other survivors from Unity and are pleased to have finally contacted other humans on Chiron. As your initial reports have undoubtedly told you, we are the Consciousness. Members of our society have elected to enhance our cognitive abilities by linking ourselves to the Program originally formulated by the late Prokhor Zakharov, who passed away a few decades ago.

The crew of our scout ship Unification has been warmly received by your citizens, and for this we thank you. Our aims are peaceful, and we believe that we have much to offer your people by way of trade. The Chancellery offers a treaty of friendship in the hopes of a greater understanding, and is open to trading technology. Our quick survey by our scout foil crew indicates we have much to offer your people, and the Consciousness Chancellors will entertain any technology trade your government may suggest.

With friendship,

Aki Zeta-Five
Chair, Consciousness Chancellery

*~*~*~*~*

Central boardroom of Morgan Enterprises, Morgan Industries Inc.- MORGAN 2158

“What do you mean they are not human?”

Everyone in the room was staring at Alisa Stevens in dismay. Since she was the most senior representative in the area she had conducted the negotiations.

“As I said they are not all human. Many of them have integrated technology into their bodies to augment themselves. Another aspect of this infusion of technology is that they are all linked into one cybernetic conscience. What one “unit” knows they all know.” Alisa finished.

“Wait a second.” Founder Devon interjected. “Are you telling me if one of these cyborgs as you called them goes into a holo-theater then all of the cyborgs share in that experience?”

“Yes, I do believe you are correct.” Alisa replied.

“Well this raised a whole new problem. How do we charge any of these cyborgs? Do we give them a flat rate for 10,000 or 20,00 cyborgs? I mean the copyright infringement laws are staggering!” Devon wailed in despair.

“Well Founder Devon I doubt that you will have to worry about it. These cyborgs did not seem interested in any of the pleasures we would normally partake of. They did not like any of the exotic food or drink we offered. They certainly did not want to participate in any of our holo-theater programs and when we showed them all of the unique luxury items we could offer they did not want even one of them.”

The room was deadly silent. Everyone was stunned. It was inconceivable to even consider not wanting a new food processor or network video monitor or a gaming device or a new clothes washing machine/dryer. Everyone in the room simply was dumbstruck.

“Alisa what do they want?” Morgan asked. “I have a communication from their leader, this Aki-Zeta woman. She has proposed a treaty which would include full economic exchange rights but if none of our luxury goods interest them what is there to offer them?”

“Director I would suggest technology.” Alisa stood up and walked to the far side of the room and activated a display. “I would suggest we start off with our files on establishing an industrial base. Plans to help them build simple factories and machining centers. In exchange we could certainly use plans on building recycling centers. Neither of these technologies have any offer any threatening military applications. I want to stress that point in that we still know very little about these cyborgs and it might be wise to tread slowly at first.”

Everyone in the room began to talk at once but Alisa could see that Morgan remained aloof from the others. He simply sat there and listened and thought. After about 10 minutes of debate Morgan stood up.

“I think Alisa has a good point and I think we should take a vote now. I am in support of this agreement she has laid out. I also would like to add that even though each of our corporations are free to develop any business ventures we can we should maintain a solid front when it comes to negotiations with the cyborgs as a whole. When needed we will meet as we are now and discuss and then vote as we would on any business contract put forward to us, is that acceptable?” Morgan said as he looked around the room.

For a few minutes the founders and Alisa discussed the proposal amongst themselves and then they nodded their heads in agreement.

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Aki-Zeta,

I look forward to our future business ventures and I can only hope they will be mutually profitable for us both. I hope that your ships crew reported back to you on the fine treatment we lavished on them (at no charge of course). We understood the hardship they endured to reach us and of course it is important that we strengthen those bonds of economic friendship.

With that in mind I wish to offer you the following business proposal. We will send to you our files on establishing an industrial base and in return you could send us files on building recycling centers. If that is acceptable to you please indicate as such and I will have my assistants upload the files.

Once again I am very glad that we have found each other on this new planet. I look forward to a time that I can treat you to fine meal, an extravagant night of entertainment and top it off with an excellent brandy I have left over from Earth. Good business relations begin with good friendships!

I wish you a profitable day!

Director Nwabudike Morgan

CEO of Morgan Industries
President of Morgan Enterprises.

*~*~*~*

Alpha Prime, MY 2159

Director Morgan,

The Consciousness accepts your offer to trade Biogenetics for Industrial Base. Each of our societies will prosper with this exchange, and it is the desire of the Chancellery that further trades will be initiated in the near future. Initial review indicates that the Consciousness possesses four technologies that yours does not. One of these is the Secrets of the Human Brain, which is invaluable in defense against native life forms. We will trade this technology for the ability to enhance our economy, which your Morganite traders have indicated you have effected.

With friendship,
Aki Zeta-Five
Chair, Consciousness Chancellery

*~*~*~*

Aki sent the message and a sub unit of the Consciousness offered its analysis.

**Hop, hop….link activated**

((Data acquisition and reduction complete. Trade initiated at the six Cyborg cities that have the largest economy. Postulate: there are six Morganite cities with which trade is occurring.))

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((High. Data are deductive, not reductive.))

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((Assuming the postulate, this indicates that the Morganites have a substantially lower resource base than does the Consciousness. If base populations are at parity then the Morganite total population is likely to be half of the Consciousness.))

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((Direct inspection of the known Morganite city indicates that they are using an advanced economic system not yet operational within the Consciousness. In addition, we currently get no economic benefit from Morganite-Cyborg trade; business dealings have benefited Morganite companies. Conclusion: Consciousness economic performance is inferior to that of the Morganites.))

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**Link terminated**

*~*~*~*

Office of Nwabudike Morgan, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2159

“Do you think she is trying to trick us?”

Morgan looked around the room to see what his staff thought about the latest communication from the cyborg leader. It had mentioned something about technology to help defend against native life forms.

“We are at a loss too Director. We frequently harvest the fungus fields to make clothing, medicine and other products but never once has anything ever attacked us.” Morgan’s chief executive responded.

“Well people I find it hard to believe as well but she did seem sincere about the whole thing. However, it does not change the fact that the technology she is offering us, this trance protection for the mind is all but worthless to us. Perhaps there are alien life forms on this planet that attack humans but none have ever been found here so why would we trade for them.” Morgan replied as he made some notes on his P.A.D.

“Director perhaps we could request review the list of technologies she has and then compare them with our advanced industrial technologies to see what ones would be appropriate to trade.” Another aide suggested.

“Yes I thought of that as well so I contacted a few of our leading scientists here and got their opinion. They seemed to indicate that with the exception of the cyborgs advanced transportation capabilities the only technology they could offer would most likely be military technology. I for one don’t see any practical need for military technology at this time so all we are left with is the transportation technology. What complicates this issue is the fact that we would be trading advanced industrial technology for lesser technologies. I just don’t like those terms. Okay.” Morgan stood up. “Thank you all for coming today and I want your recommendations by the end of the day.”

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Aki-Zeta,

I was very happy to hear from you again so soon. I do hope that in time we can continue to build a strong and profitable relationship between our two enterprises. It is clear that we can both become more wealth and prosperous by working towards a greater goal.

I have reviewed your last communication and I did find it disturbing in some regards in that you mention native life forms. Ever since landing on Chiron we have never encountered any of this creatures you mentioned. Perhaps they live on only your lands? Be that as it may we would find little advantage in trading with you our files on advanced industrial engineering and production for a technology to defend ourselves against an attacker that we have never seen.

Of course, we would always be open to the proposal of selling technology to you for a fair market price. You now have our files for basic industrial production. We have files and specifications on the following two levels above that. We would be willing to sell you the second level technology for 200 mega credits and the third level technology for 300 mega credits.

We would also be willing to consider an exchange in which you could bundle several lesser technologies in exchange for an advanced one. We patent many of our technologies into levels so perhaps you could send us two level one technologies for one of our level two technologies.

Of course as good friends and good business people we would be willing and open to hear any proposal you have. I was interested to hear that not all of your people have opted into becoming cyborgs. I see from our current balance sheet that the sales of certain luxury items and services are of a great joy to many of your non-cyborg people. Let me reiterate that Morgan Industries and Unity Consortium stand by all of our products. We also expect that you will honor all of our patent agreements and not try to duplicate any of them. Such actions would constitute a grave infraction on our part. However, since we are all honorable business people we fully realize that you would never attempt such a thing.

With great respect and best wishes for a profitable day,

CEO Nwabudike Morgan

*~*~*~*

Alpha Prime, MY 2160

CEO Morgan,

Your people are fortunate not to have encountered native life forms. This past year a sea-going creature that is called a sealurk killed our garrison at Gamma Flats. In addition, our scout rover had encountered and destroyed two different forms of hostile native land-based life forms. One is called a mindworm, and the other a spoor launcher. The sea lurk and mindworm act on the same principal in that they paralyze their human victims, and then implant their young into the living body of the conscious but paralyzed host. The spoor launcher uses its caustic spoors to weaken and destroy what it determines is an enemy. These life forms are closely associated with the virulent xenofungus you may have notice near some of your bases. As a result of recent attacks the Consciousness is affecting an upgrade of our garrisons to include trance protection.

Your offers of technology trading are under advisement by the Consciousness. You will be informed of our decisions.

The exploration of Chiron by the Consciousness continues with the objective of finding other survivors of Unity. In keeping with your mercantilist example we may be willing to sell the communication link of any other survivors to your people for a suitable fee or form of compensation.

Aki Zeta-Five
Chair, Consciousness Chancellery

**Hydro** · July 11, 2004, 08:47

Office of Director Morgan, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2160

“Damn them to hell is what I say!”

Everyone in the room remained very quiet as Morgan slammed his fist again on the table.

“Let me get this straight.” Morgan looked at City Manager Williams. “These aliens that look like a cross between a crab and an insect pulled into your harbor and threatened to blow your city to pieces if you did not give them technology. So you gave them our files on advanced computer systems and then they broke that agreement and threatened you again if you did not give them the files our files on advanced industrial automation machinery!”

“Yes Director that sums it up in a nut shell. The captain assigned to Morgan Entertainment Inc. assured me that these impact weapons would make mincemeat out of his troops if they attacked and their ship was full of soldiers or whatever they call those creatures.” Williams replied apologetically.

Morgan shook his head in disgust.

“Is there not a single faction on this planet that understands a business deal? I have these half human machines on one hand and on the other aliens from another world! What next? Giant jellyfish? How is a man expected to make a dime, an honest living on this world when you haven’t a clue as to what makes them tick let alone what they like.” Morgan slumped back into his chair.

“Director I think we should inform the cyborgs that just to our north those aliens are patrolling the area. Just as a matter of courtesy. We could even offer them the aliens communication frequency for a price, perhaps even as an exchange for one of their technologies? I think the cyborgs have technical blueprints on advanced energy weapons. At least with those we could arm our troops and perhaps defend ourselves better.” Morgan’s assistant Joshua Martin said as he wrote something in his P.A.D.

Morgan looked up and nodded. “Yes, warn the cyborgs about the aliens and then see if they would trade a level one technology for the communication frequency. I at least want to get something out of this disaster. Why threaten us? We could have made a trade I am sure that would have benefited both of our peoples or whatever those things are. Then to add salt to our wounds they go on about how unfair our society is. The nerve of those creatures to lecture us!”

“Director what if they want more?” Another executive asked quietly.

“Well what choice do we have we will have to give it to them wont we!” Morgan said in disgust. “All I can hope at this point is that their ship will capsize and the fish eat them or something. I am sure my stocks are taking a beating over this. James?” Morgan looked over at a young man seated in the rear. “Inform my brokers to begin hedging on all my funds and hold the line as best they can. Minimize the losses as best they can and I will run over the exchange when we are done here to talk to the President of the exchange.”

“Yes Director.”

“Well, I suppose we might have to get into the arms business after all. I still don’t believe this Aki-Zeta and her wild stories about worms and sea monsters. But I suppose until this morning I did not believe in aliens so who knows?” Morgan stood up. “Okay lets get to work. I want a planning session and market research done within a week as to the best way to turn this to our advantage. If we need to start making weapons then by God Morgan Industries will be the one that makes them and then sells them for the highest profit possible. I also want a marketing research team put together to try and find out what makes these aliens “tick” we need to gain some leverage if possible. Okay lets get moving people!”

*~*~*~*

Alpha Prime, MY 2161

CEO Morgan,

The Consciousness thanks you for your warning about the hostile aliens that have threatened your people. Our patrol ship Unification is heading north along your western coast, and it would be unfortunate if they were to run into any hostile forces. At this time they are ill equipped to deal with a confrontation

Your offer to trade the communication frequency of the aliens for our files on Applied Physics has been reviewed by the Consciousness and, after careful deliberation, declined. We would be willing to exchange our files, which hold the key to basic weaponry and the potential for higher order weaponry, for your files on Industrial Automation. We offer this as a service between friends in the hopes that we may achieve parity in dealing with those who are hostile to our interests.

The Consciousness also is interested in trading world map files. As you know, we have explored a considerable portion of Chiron, and our analyses of your faction have inferred that you have explored relatively little. However, in view of the aliens that have shown you ill will the Consciousness is willing to grant you the better deal in this exchange since our files are much more extensive than yours are likely to be.

If these deals are of interest to you please forward the information, pre-approved. The Consciousness will respond in kind.

With friendship,
Aki Zeta-Five

*~*~*~*

Director Morgan’s Office, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2161

Aki-Zeta,

I am somewhat mystified by your response to my proposal. First let me be clear that we reject your counter offer and I would like to explain why. In our society everything thing, object, person, idea and invention carries with it a value. In fact, our central exchange board has a vast department of independent auditors that asses values on everything so that every party in an exchange has full trust an faith that the service, object or idea he is buying is verified. For example, a laborer in our society is paid for the work he can do and no more while one of our top financial brokers who is responsible for thousands of credits is worth a much higher value. This same principal is applied to technology. As I stated earlier we have designated all technology with a level of hierarchy based on the importance of that technology in relation to other technologies. We do not place any greater value on a “level 2” technology versus another level 2 technology but rather we look at them as equals. For example the files we traded you last turn were for blueprints to build a basic industrial structure. We have developed two additional levels of industrial technology based on that first level. Each additional level of specifications and designs adds a great deal more industrial capacity to your society.

With that said I would entertain the exchange of our files on advanced industrial production and supply crawlers, which we classify as a level three technology in exchange for three level 1 technologies or a mixture of level two and level one’s.

It is simple inconceivable to us to accept any arrangement other that what we have laid out to you. Now if you have a level three technology you would like to exchange with us then perhaps we can work out a fair exchange for our highly advanced industrial supply crawlers files and plans.

We are willing to accept an equal exchange of map files but that is a separate matter entirely. Once again we would view any “map” file exchange as the same regardless as to how much territory we might or might not have explored. There might be special objects or ruins that we know of that might be of interest to you.

As for the aliens communication frequency we can either sell it to you for 50 mega-credits or exchange it for a map file or a level one technology. We will accept any of these as forms of payment.

Once again you have to understand that Morgan Enterprises must maintain a profitable approach to every avenue of our lives so that our stockholders trust us with the management of our society.

Once again we thank you for doing business with us.

CEO Nwabudike Morgan

*~*~*~*

Alpha Prime, MY 2162

CEO Morgan,

The map files of the Consciousness are attached, pre-approved. Attach yours and the data transfer will be complete.

Your analysis of technological advancement is illogical and incorrect. One technological advance is predicated on previous advancements, but the cost of the research effort of that advancement is proportional to the cumulative number of advancements your faction has achieved, not the level of that technology’s progression. Therefore, there is no implicit value of a technology of a certain progression verses another; rather, the value is in what that technology does for your society. To illustrate, the cost in research effort for the sixth breakthrough your society were to make is the same regardless of what that specific technology may be. In your case it could be Industrial Automation, or it could be Doctrine: Flexibility: it makes no difference. The Consciousness strongly recommends you take this matter up with your scientists. They will confirm our analysis.

It is unfortunate you have been unwilling to continue trading with us to advance both of our technological understanding. This is particularly mystifying since your people are under direct threat of attack by seemingly hostile aliens, and even so are willing to let your ideology stand in the way of a better defense. Moreover, our sources indicate you have given the very technologies that are desired by the Consciousness to the aliens as tribute in the hopes that you will avoid attack. Historically such a Faustian bargain has been short lived unless the weaker party ameliorates the situation. By denying yourself technology available from friendly sources you may put your people in undue hardship.

Perhaps you will reconsider. Others reportedly have technology that would benefit the Consciousness, and if the Morganites are unwilling to do business then perhaps others may.

If you are unwilling to trade technology then the Consciousness may be willing purchase the communication frequency to the hostile aliens. We await your decision.

With friendship,
Aki Zeta-Five, Chair
Consciousness Chancellery

*~*~*~*

Aki closed the holo imager with some regret. It was clear that Morgan was not going to be a great friend of the Consciousness, which was illogical since they could have much in common and like goals.

Then again there was Chairman Yang. He had been more than forthcoming, and had asked to trade technology with the Consciousness. In giving the Hive the secrets to Biogenetics, Doctrine: Flexibility, and Information Networks the Consciousness had gained Doctrine: Loyalty, High Energy Chemistry, and Industrial Economics. With these technologies they could now build command centers to improve their troops, plasma armor, and switch to a market economy, if that suited the Consciousness’ purposes. Chairman Yang had been his old controlled self, but had become almost enthusiastic at the prospect of bringing benefit to his people, which was a concept that was apparently alien to the CEO.

It was his loss. The CEO had little to offer the Consciousness, which now had a magnanimous friend in the Hive. The only thing CEO Morgan would get out of this situation was a much enhanced world map, courtesy of the Hive. The Consciousness had purchased their map for Progenitor Psych, and now Morgan would likely get it for free.

It was a taste of what he was missing, and of missed opportunities.

*~*~*~*

Director Morgan’ office, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2162

Aki-Zeta,

I cannot agree more with your statement and I quote from your last communication “there is no implicit value of a technology of a certain progression verses another; rather, the value is in what that technology does for your society”. It is clear to us that you fully understand our stance in this regard and our policy. If we were to trade our most advanced industrial files to you why shouldn’t we expect something of equal technological parity that WE consider of VALUE to our society? For instance would you consider it a fair trade if you were to exchange your most advanced computer systems for flintlock weapons, obviously not? You would want something of comparable value that YOUR society perceives as equal. It might have taken you and your trading partner the same amount of “comparable” resource and time and effort to develop each technology but even a child of five knows when something is fair or unfair. In addition, the value of any technology is relative to the needs of a society and I think you would agree with us on this point as well. Simple laser weapons do us no good against the aliens more powerful weapons so why would I trade our most advanced files for something that is useless to us? Now as I have said and will say again and again if you can bundle several technologies together then you make the entire package more palatable to us then we might have something to discuss. As I have repeatedly illustrated we are more than willing to exchange any one “level” of technology for another “like” level or a combination of technologies that equal that level. So perhaps now that we have come to terms on this issue we can discuss a possible exchange of technological files. As I have repeatedly said we will exchange our advanced industrial automation systems for any “like” level of technology. Or you may purchase it from us for the sum of 300 mega credits. Or you may offer three level one technologies in exchange for one level three or a combination of level one and level two technologies. You have also expressed a desire for the alien’s communication frequency. You may have the frequency in exchange for any of the following: 50 mega credits, another faction’s communication’s frequency or a level one technology. As soon as you indicate which payment you wish to make we will upload the frequency to you along with our thanks for doing business with us.

As to the threat from the aliens it is of concern to any good business. Disruption of services and the allocation of vital resources into unprofitable weapon systems would make any sane person recoil in horror. The aliens have far more advanced military technology than we do. To fight them would be suicide so we opted for the best possible solution we could find. It was not the most desirable solution but no blood was shed and production continued. With that being said we most certainly would like to enforce an equitable peace between the aliens and us but since we lack advanced weapon systems that makes it difficult. I also find it difficult to achieve such parity when you would have us trade our most advanced technology for simple laser weapons. What good would it do us? The alien’s weapons would still be many times more powerful and we would have lost yet another competitive edge and gained nothing. So unless you have a weapon system of equal strength to combat the alien’s weapons we will give them whatever they wish until we can stand against them. The consensus of our top business advisors all agree that it is better to keep the aliens at peace with us and possibly preserve a future market rather than antagonizing them which would in the end get us nothing.

Lastly if there are other survivors from the Unity disaster and they wish to make unprofitable trades then so be it. If a fool wishes to be parted from his money then there is little that I would do or can do to stop them. If you can strike a bargain with those survivors in whom you gain valuable high-level technology for base line technology then you are a shrewd business lady indeed. Both my business partners and myself will not part with our advanced files for bottom of the basement technology. Regardless of any threat actual or imaginary the bottom line is that there must be a positive balance sheet involved. To walk away from sound business practices just to save a few peoples lives is not a very good business plan.

Best regards,

CEO Nwabudike Morgan

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Alpha Prime, MY 2163

CEO Morgan,

As you may have noticed in our map files, we recently made contact with Chairman Yang of the Hive. Our recent negotiation for technology with the Hive has resulted in the transfer of a number of technologies to the Consciousness. One of these may be of interest to you: High Energy Chemistry. Not only will this allow armor fifty percent more effective than synthmetal, but it will also allow you to arm nerve gas weaponry, if you are so inclined. I think you will agree that a city defended with plasma armor with its defenders advantage and a sensor to support their efforts will stand up well against alien impact weaponry. I have included this technology in this transmission, and will accept Industrial Automation in return. If you are uninterested then the Consciousness will not bring up the issue again.

With friendship,
Aki Zeta-Five

**Paddy** · August 22, 2004, 23:00

Wow Hydro this is great... and massive

105 pages

This will provide me some great reading for on the evening / morning trains.

Thanks

**Hydro** · May 13, 2005, 07:43

Office of Nwabudike Morgan, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2163

Aki-Zeta,

I have a counteroffer for your review. We recently made a marvelous breakthrough in genetic engineering that when applied to our Chiron hybrids the result was a fantastic increase in crop production! What I would like to offer is the following: I would exchange our files on advanced biogenetics and in turn you will send us the files on plasma armor AND the communication frequency for Chairman Yang. I would also like to include the following proposal for your review as well. Since you did not make any response to my offer for the alien’s communication frequency I propose the following: I will send you their communication frequency in exchange for your files on building land speeders. I think our offer is fair and balanced and it provides for great value for both parties. I am glad that we have at last cleared up our issue as to the “value” of technology. A gallon of water might weigh as much and it might have taken the same amount of labor to process it and prepare it as a cup of gold but in the desert that gallon of water is far more valuable than the gold. Value and exchanges are all relative to the needs and situation at that time. That is what is so exciting about this entire process and the wonderful world of business. Of course, I would never take advantage of another factions misfortune just to line my pockets just like I believe that you want to help my people by agreeing to my trade so that we gain valuable defensive technology to help defend our cities without taking advantage of our weakness, right? It was our timely warning that alerted your ship captain of impending danger to the north and we did so at no charge to you! A sign of a true friend!

I think in light of our good relations I feel this is an appropriate package that will offer great benefit for your people and will help bolster our safety. The drastic and immediate impact of our genetic engineering is monumental and will help feed your cyborgs and expand your cities without straining your infrastructure even more. I think the “value” of biogenetics speaks for itself and when compared with what we are asking for is more than fair.

I hope you take the time to fully consider our offer. I regret that I don’t have any of the less complex technologies to trade with you but I have asked my marketing and research staff to look into it. In the meanwhile I only have these highly advanced technologies to trade with so I hope that you fully understand the situation I am in and have sympathy for our current status.

Once again Aki-Zeta it is good talking with you and I do hope that you will see that my double exchange will gain you great profit!

Yours truly,

CEO Nwabudike Morgan

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Morgan turned off the holo-cam and eased himself back into his chair. It was clear this Aki-Zeta was as stubborn as an old mule. He blamed himself for not seeing the problem earlier in that how could a machine evaluate correctly the monetary value of another machine. To a machine another machine was just that, a machine, it performed a function and nothing else. He hoped that Aki-Zeta would agree to this trade but he still had reservations. The hope was that the immediate impact of bioengineering would be of such “value” to the cyborgs that they might agree to his deal. Once he contacted Yang they could set-up trade agreements and increase the trade surplus even more. Profits were going down as more infrastructure was built and that was not good. They needed more outlets for markets and the trade that came with them. Perhaps it might be time to contact the aliens again to see if they could be persuaded to agree to a deal. It was certainly in their advantage to work with humans and it just made good sense, good business sense.

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Alpha Prime, MY 2164

CEO Morgan,

The Consciousness agrees with the value of your advance in genetic engineering, and has approved the transfer of our files on High Energy Chemistry in trade for this advance. However, the Consciousness was conflicted on the subject of adding the communication frequency to this trade. This indecision resulted in a rare tie breaking vote by the Chancellery, and this group of Full Humans, Cyborgs, and members of the Consciousness voted down this portion of the trade. Therefore, the Consciousness has approved the direct transfer of your files for High Energy Chemistry. Additional trades will be considered at the time of the offer.

Your offer to trade the communication frequency of the hostile aliens for our files on Doctrine: Mobility is rejected. There is no benefit to the Consciousness at this point in our development in contacting a hostile force. And, it is likely we will meet these very aliens as we continue to explore Chiron.

Aki Zeta-Five
Chair, Consciousness Chancellery

*~*~*~*

Alien ruins, Morgan Science Park Inc. – MORAN 2164

“Who made this thing? Was it the aliens we encountered a few turns ago?”

“Director I don’t believe it could have been the aliens you mentioned. It would have taken a civilization of massive proportions to build this device.” Chief researcher Dr. Alex Samuels replied as he walked alongside Morgan.

The two of them had been walking for nearly an hour amongst the ruins of the ancient device. Behind them in a small knot were Morgan’s business associates and several of the scientists from the research center that was recently opened among the ruins.

“Well what is it Doctor?” Morgan asked in frustration.

“As best we can tell it is a communication device or energy transfer system or both. We really do not know. All I can tell you Director is that it will most likely help us unlock many secrets of science which could have direct benefits for us.” Samuels replied enthusiastically.

“How so?” Morgan replied with an edge of disbelief in his voice.

“Well every where we look we find writings carved into this device. Some of the writings are still undecipherable while others are. We have found a chart of periodic elements that list 15 elements that we had no knowledge of. Others are pure mathematical formulas. In time, we should be able to apply a great deal of this information to practical applications such as energy devices and more advanced communication and computer technology.” Samuels explained in detail.

“Well how soon can I see results? These cyborgs have been extremely stubborn in reaching any negotiated settlement with us for the exchange of technology. If I cannot work out a deal with them to advance our science then it falls on your shoulders to make up for that gap in technology.” Morgan said in a very irritated manner.

“We can do our best Director but you have to understand this is a pure research facility it will be up to the lads in the marketing and products development labs to apply or information to improve our society.” Samuels said quickly.

Morgan said nothing more as he continued to walk down an alley way filled with alien monoliths and devices. It was all so intriguing on one level and yet where was the profit? He knew deep down that the doctor was right but the jump from pure research to applied science was always “problematic” at times. What irritated Morgan more is the Cyborgs and that irritation continued to color his perception of everything else? They cyborgs had continued to be engaging on one level and yet at another level it was as if they wanted their relationship to fail. At one point they ask for the aliens communication frequency and then they say they don’t require it. The cyborgs on one hand say that information is all equal and when they are offered a simple trade for a communication frequency for a technology they refuse. Morgan knew he would wear them down eventually but it was frustrating to be sure. On one level they seemed to understand that some information was of greater value since they deemed that the communication frequency with the aliens was not as valuable as technology but then reject his generous offer of a gene splicing for one lesser technology and a communication frequency. So far trade relations with any of the factions had been poor indeed. The end result was a stagnation effect on the Morgan economic system. More markets had to be opened and that had to be Morgan’s first priority.

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Aki-Zeta,

I am at a loss! What more can I do to make this offer attractive enough to agree to? Already my business associates are hounding me for the lack of profit in this exchange and yet you seem to have no sympathy for my plight! I suppose I find it difficult in this regard since I thought we had an understanding as to the word “value” when it applies to technology and other information. It is obvious that you feel that the communication frequency for the aliens is of a “lesser value” when compared to a level-1 technology since you have reject my offer. Yet you agree that gene splicing is highly desirable and beneficial but fail to see the important value in this technology as compared to what we ask in return?

So we will continue to work on this agreement until such a time as we can find common ground. I for one feel that these continued negotiations open up new vistas for us both. So for now let us examine just one possible deal. You mentioned in previous communiqués you interest in the alien’s communication frequency and then you now claim it is of no interest to you or should I more correctly use your own words, and I quote, “There is no benefit to the Consciousness at this point in our development in contacting a hostile force.” You use the term benefit but it is clear you have assigned a value to this information so perhaps you could inform me as to what value you equate this information to in relation to credits or technology or any other information? It would help me greatly to understand your concept of value so that I might be able to offer an appropriate package for this exchange.

The key point to this exercise and I hope you already see what I am driving at and that is a common currency by which we can rate exchanges. It is clear you assign value to technology and information, as do we so I need a greater appreciation of which you value one important technology over another. It seems clear you are very interested in gene splicing but what would you equate it too when compared to energy credits?

I hope that you and your fellow cyborgs take the time to fully appreciate the rare event that is before and fully work to achieve a greater understanding of the business exchange we have proposed.

With my most warmed regards,

CEO Nwabudike Morgan

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[b] Alpha Prime, MY 2165

The Consciousness has received and approved your last offer to trade our files on High Energy Chemistry for Gene Splicing and the communication frequency for the hostile aliens. As stated previously, the Consciousness does not see significant value, to use your terminology, in communication with the hostile aliens. We do understand the significance of your technology, and the great defensive value that High Energy Chemistry will offer yours. Your offer is equitable, as amended.

Consciousness scientists surprised the Chancellery by announcing a breakthrough in Nonlinear Mathematics. Upon review this will allow offensive weaponry that is twice as effective as our previous advance in Applied Physics. Given your proximity to the hostile aliens it is clear to the Consciousness that this technology will allow your people to defend their territory aggressively. Moreover, this offensive technology combined with the defensive abilities of plasma armor of High Energy Chemistry will give you the tools to ensure the safety of your people, given appropriate investment in defensive and offensive armaments. Given this ‘value’, to again use your terminology, it seems clear that this technology is at least equal to your advance in Industrial Automation. This is particularly true since you lack the prerequisite technology of Applied Physics, and since it appears your scientists are not concentrating on offensive and defensive weaponry as a research priority. Hence, it will be a considerable period of time before you can develop this ability for yourselves. During this time you will be vulnerable to the predations of the aliens.

To ensure clarity for future correspondence, the Consciousness rejects your association of technology ‘level’. This is a non sequitur and is not recognized as a valid argument. As such, please refrain from such postulates in future communication.

With friendship,
Aki Zeta-Five
Chair, Consciousness Chancellery

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Office of Director Morgan, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2165

“She must be loony!”

Morgan threw the P.A.D. across the table and it skidded off the far side and hit one of Morgan’s administrative assistants.

“She honestly believes that I would agree to trade not only gene splicing and the communication frequency for the aliens for just one technology!” Morgan sputtered. “Are we sure they even understand our language anymore? I mean, what the hell does “non-sequitur” and “valid argument” have to do with my proposal! It’s like talking to a computer. When did I ever mention “levels” in my last communication? I just don’t get these people at all. One minute they ask for the communication frequency and then the next turn they say it is worthless. Right?”

Several of Morgan’s aides bobbed their heads in agreement.

“Well, that’s it!” Morgan stood up. “I am fed up with it to hear!” Morgan gestured with his hand just under his chin. “These damn robots are a insane. Now they want us to arm ourselves and antagonize the aliens even further. That just takes the cake! We gave them what they wanted and they went away. It is pure and simple economics. Even with plasma armor, impact weapons and good fortifications it would be a blood bath. Why risk it now? Lets just keep building as quickly as we can, improve our society, expand business and increase profits and let the fighting for someone else. We should only get involved if we have no other choice and we don’t need to antagonize the aliens by arming ourselves.”

“Sir, you know they might be right.” One of the aides questioned. “If we did have armor and better weapons then we simply could have denied the aliens the technology.”

“And then what you idiot!” Morgan yelled. “They come back and land troops and burn buildings and on and on and on. Who wins then? I see no reason to antagonize the aliens more than we have. Let sleeping dogs lay I always say. I know this scenario very well and I made billions from it on Earth so I am not about to become its victim and let Aki-Zeta make all the profit.”

“Well sir it does set a bad precedent. What if the Cyborgs were to demand technology? They now have plasma armor and these impact weapons and with those they could easily storm our cities as well.” The aide questioned.

“Yes they could but they won’t. I know these people and pure aggression is not in them. When is the last time your toaster or microwave attacked you?” Morgan looked around and no one said a word. “Like I said they won’t attack.”

Morgan walked over to a large table along the wall of his office and poured himself a drink. Everyone remained quiet. Morgan took a long drink of the whiskey and then turned around. “If we start arming ourselves with weapons things will just escalate. I have seen it before because I was part of it. Now these Cyborgs are trying it on me. Playing on our fears of the aliens to get us to trade valuable technology for guns. Well it won’t happen under my tenure as director.”

Morgan walked back over to his desk and sat back down and then pulled the vid-camera over to him and turned it on.

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Aki-Zeta,

It seems you failed to get my last communiqué in its complete format so I will have my associates resend it to you. I did not offer gene splicing and the alien’s communication frequency for just your files on plasma armor. What I did want to know is what you would be willing to trade for JUST the communication frequency?

I am also unclear when you seem to be chastising us about using levels. I have used that term once or twice but I think the operative word in all of my offers has been: VALUE! The VALUE of gene-splicing in our opinion is worth at least one technology and the communication frequency for Chairman Yang. I think that is why I left the offer on the table and I fear that is what you failed to understand.

So I will now be very clear and to the point so that we can establish a trade. First, I will offer to send you the alien’s communication frequency in exchange AND ONLY THE ALIEN’S COMMUNICATION FREQUENCY for ___________________ (PLEASE FILL IN THE BLANK!)

If nothing is returned then we will “clearly” understand you hold NO value for this information.

I hope that you can grasp the concept of “value”. Value can be defined by many versions but for this situation we will establish a “definition” for VALUE as follows. VALUE what is of importance to the survival of a faction that will aide it to prosper and grow. At any one turn or any one-day the “value” of a technology is relative to the needs of that society.

As of right now the aliens have left us alone. They are not threatening us. So we see no value in exchanging our non-violent, progressive technology for violent and non-progressive technology. With the added nutrients we have been able to harvest Morgan Enterprises is expanding. Weapons and armor do nothing for us. It is that simple. So we “value” gene splicing far more than weapons and armor. This does not have anything to do with “levels” but everything to do with value. You seem to value your armor and weapons systems as much as gene splicing and industrial automation. While we on the other hand value gene splicing and industrial automation on a far greater scale when compared to your offensive and defensive technology. Perhaps in time we can seek a common ground in this regard. Perhaps circumstances will force one or both of us to re-evaluate our positions and alter our perceived value of these technologies. Only time will tell.

So for now please fill out the above questionnaire and return it to me.

Sincerely,

CEO Nwabudike Morgan

**Hydro** · May 13, 2005, 07:44

Alpha Prime, MY 2166

Aki Zeta-Five and the rest of the Chancellery viewed CEO Morgan’s latest missive for at third time.

“He seems rather…emotional,” First Chancellor Ryan Gamma-Four stated. “Notice how he uses frequent repetition, and how his voice pitch rises and increases in volume when he repeats the word ‘Value’ over and over.

Rebecca Whinn squirmed in her seat. “He’s frustrated,” she explained. “He is trying to be understood, and failing. It’s likely he’s frustrated at us for not understanding his messages, and also for not agreeing to what he considers reasonable proposals.”

Aki Zeta-Five looked at the Full Human Whinn. “But they are not reasonable.”

“To us they are not reasonable, but not to him. I’m sure he thinks he is giving us a terrific bargain,” she continued.

“But they are not,” Ryan Gamma-Four interjected.

“I know that,” Rebecca stated. Her voice was tired. She had explained this several times. “But he doesn’t think so. I know you have a hard time understanding how Full Humans can take a statement so personally, but try to remember. All of you were Full Humans once, even if it was long ago. We will have to try to communicate on his level, and try to use his terminology. It is clear he does not use a clear and direct scientific speech pattern, nor does he offer clear proposals. He assumes that we think like he does. His thought patters are intuitive, and not logical.”

“And that is an error,” Aki said.

Rebecca smiled. “Yes. Yes it is, and it means we will have a hard time even talking to each other. If the Chancellery agrees I will offer a reply, and the Chancellery can review and approve it before we send it to the Morganites. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” Aki added quickly.

To Rebecca it seemed like she was almost relieved, if she had such an emotion.

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CEO Morgan,

It is clear that we are not communicating effectively. The Consciousness understands your concept of value, but the Consciousness does not value technologies or other intellectual property in the same way as your society. For the sake of mutual understanding the Consciousness offers the following clarifications:

1) The Consciousness assigns no value to the communication frequency of the hostile aliens, and is not willing to trade any technology or intellectual information in exchange for this information. We have already met with a group of aliens who call themselves the Caretakers. It is possible these are the aliens with which you have made contact.

2) The Consciousness sees considerable value in your technology of Gene Splicing, and is willing to trade the single technology of High Energy Chemistry or Nonlinear Mathematics for this advance. The Consciousness understands that these technologies are of different application but equal worth.

3) The Consciousness sees considerable value in your technology of Industrial Automation, and is willing to trade the single technology of High Energy Chemistry or Nonlinear Mathematics for this advance. The Consciousness understands that these technologies are of different application but equal worth.

4) At this time the Consciousness is not willing to trade the intellectual property of the communication frequency to the Hive to the Morganites under the terms offered to date. The Consciousness has invested heavily in exploration, and has sacrificed the ability to engage in a more aggressive free market economic model to do so. This investment means that this intellectual property has great value to the Consciousness, and that this value must be reciprocated in kind if a trade is to be accepted by the Consciousness.

The Consciousness Chancellery hopes these explanations and clarifications will lead to a greater understanding between our peoples.

Signed,
Consciousness Chancellery

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Director Morgan’s office, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2166

Consciousness Chancellery,

Once again I am puzzled by your response. For the greater part of your response you clearly illustrate your deeply held conviction that all technology is of equal value regardless of the immediate impact it has on your society or of the needs of your society. Though I find this position simplistic and highly unimaginative it seems I am unable to convince you that in the market world that all items, information and people have differing values and exchange rates.

Yet in the last area you cover you clearly indicate that your position of the Hive communication frequency is of such great value that you would be unwilling to exchange it. In fact, if I understand you correctly you basically believe that nothing Morgan Enterprises has can even match the “sacrifice” you have made to achieve it. I find this statement in conflict with your previous statements.

I have decided to be blunt and straightforward with you and propose the following. First I will exchange our files on gene-splicing and industrial automation for the following: doctrine mobility, plasma armor, defensive systems structures and impact weapons. This is the last time I will offer this proposal to you. I will now explain my proposal. First, it is in your best interest to make this trade and you know it is. By giving us the tools to defend our cities we will no longer have to submit to the aliens threats of attack. All of these technologies will allow us to create a creditable defensive force that will insure our security. It is of greater value to you to have Morgan Enterprises strong and secure rather than a weak target and easy prey for the aliens to attack.

We are merchants pure and simple and fighting on any level is too terrible for us to even imagine. Our military forces, what little we have, are hardly trained or equipped to handle any invasion force. So with that being said it is of greater “long term value” to the Conciseness to have a strong and defendable ally to the north.

I would be willing to hear from you as to any slight modification you would like to make to this proposal but what I have laid out is very clear. I would not entertain any major modifications to this agreement. I feel and so do the board of directors that our proposal might seem “lopsided” in our favor the long-term benefit to the Conscience is incalculable.

Lastly, as a result of this arrangement I would like to propose the following. That the Cybernetic Conscience and Morgan Enterprises form a “pact” or an alliance. With this alliance we will secure a peaceful coexistence and increase our mutual trust and understanding of each other.

Once again I wish you much profit this year,

CEO Nwabudike Morgan

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Alpha Prime, MY 2167

CEO Morgan,

The Consciousness is pleased that our positions are now clearly understood. Regretfully it seems that our societies value our intellectual assets differently and that negotiations for an exchange are at an impasse. We are willing to entertain offers for an exchange in the future, but at this time your offers are not acceptable.

After careful review the Consciousness had decided to decline your generous offer of a Pact. It is clear to the Consciousness that our societies have some shared goals, but are so different that simple technology exchanges are not possible. Our current relationship is one sided, with all of the commercial benefits being accrued by your people, and this situation is likely to be exacerbated if we were to Pact. This economic imbalance is likely due to your society’s obvious talent for economic gain, and as a result of your likely free market economic system. It is also the result of your application of a societal bend toward Wealth, enabled by the technology Industrial Automation, a trade for which we cannot reach agreement. This is perplexing to us since we have made many trades with the economically backward and repressive Hive, and that these trades have provided significant benefits for both our peoples. Your society refused these basic exchanges, resulting in those benefits going to the Hive instead of your people. This is antithetical to your self-interest, and therefore illogical to the Consciousness.

We wish you well in your economic pursuits, and good fortune in your dealings with the aliens.

With friendship,
Aki Zeta-Five
Chair, Consciousness Chancellery

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Main boardroom, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2167

“Could they be socialists?”

“It’s hard to tell Director. If you read their reply carefully it certainly seems that way. I mean if you look at this part here and I quote, “Our current relationship is one sided, with all of the commercial benefits being accrued by your people, and this situation is likely to be exacerbated if we were to Pact. This economic imbalance is likely due to your society's obvious talent for economic gain, and as a result of your likely free market economic system.” It seems like they are accusing us of some terrible thing because we are an industrious people. I am not sure if we will ever be able to make any trades so long as they feel that economically they should be our equal.” Alisa Stevens commented. She looked up at Morgan who was sitting quietly now watching the stock ticker on his desk. “Nwabudike the board of directors supported your call to end discussions with the cyborgs. Why I even supported your work as much as it pained me to you did all anyone could.”

Morgan sat quietly for a few more minutes. Then stood up and walked over to get a drink from his bar. He poured himself a large sifter of brandy and then looked back over his shoulder at Alisa with a raised eyebrow. She nodded yes and Morgan poured a glass for her and then walked back and put both glasses on the table.

“You know Alisa I just don’t understand these Cyborgs at all. I thought I did so many times but they kept shifting their demands almost every turn. I mean I have it here in writing and on holo-tape that they wanted the aliens’ communication frequency and then they didn’t. They fully acknowledge the power of gene-splicing and the great and immediate benefits it provides and yet they want me to give it away for some plans on speeders or laser weapons as if either one of them will feed a child or help construct a factory or farm.” Morgan lamented as he picked up his drink and took a sip.

“Director you shouldn’t beat yourself about this. They are almost as alien as the actual aliens that showed up at our docks that fateful day. I think it is clear that they believe in some socialist like agenda. I mean they do use collective a lot in their replies when they refer to their society. I think it is clear that they view everything as equal. How that is possible I don’t know but it disgusts me.” Alisa picked up her glass and downed the entire contents in one gulp. Her face turned red for a second and she let out a slow sigh. “Now I don’t care what they say about their collective but I wouldn’t give that up for all the tea in China.”

Both Morgan and Alisa laughed.

“Yes I suppose you are right. It is hard for anyone of us to truly understand a people that are not motivated by the simple pursuits of pleasure, ambition and luxury. I mean how do you know where you stand with someone if they are willing to actually do things regardless of rewards.” Morgan said as he finished off his drink.

“Yes I did notice in your last attempt at negotiations you tried to appeal to their apparent need to seek equality. But it failed, I don’t think I could have played it better myself. So where do go from him?” Alisa asked.

“We continue our own research efforts. We are averaging a breakthrough every eleven turns so I am not too concerned over our lack of technology. Other factions will come and visit us soon and when they do we will establish trade relations with them. We will soon complete our own research into ship design and then we will find our own trading partners as well. I see no reason to panic at this time. We are building crawlers and terraformers and infrastructure at good rates and we are still expanding. As long as we can avoid any conflicts we should be a okay.” Morgan replied as he stood up and motioned for Alisa to join him. “lets go get some dinner. I have a fine steak meal in mind and then we can go watch the newest holo-vid. I have one last idea to put to the Cyborgs to see if they will bite and I want to think it through while we eat a great meal and enjoy a good holo.”

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Aki-Zeta,

It is clear that you lack any of the advanced business knowledge and experience that the youngest child in a Morgan Educational Unit Inc. receives. Please do not take this comment as derogatory but I mean to simple say that we lack a common language of understanding.

I have one last offer to make. I would like to purchase the service of your Cyborg soldiers to protect our cities. We currently have seven Morgan/Unity cities and we will have two more built soon. If you will garrison one plasma/impact trained infantry unit at each of our cities we will reimburse you one technology of your choosing. However, in order to do this we would have to complete a “pact” or alliance. Now I know you have rejected my offer but I want you to reconsider it.

You would be required to complete the garrisoning of our cities within a decade. We can negotiate a longer time period if that is required. Each Cyborg garrison would be required to protect the city and surrounding territory from any attack.

In addition, Morgan Enterprises will compensate the Cyborgs each turn the sum of 4 mega credits for upkeep and maintenance of your troops.

I think this is a handsome offer and it seems you Cyborgs have a keen knack for the arts of war so why not put those talents to use and make some cash from it?

Of course I would be free to entertain any counter-offer you have.

With warmest regards,

CEO Nwabudike Morgan

**Hydro** · May 13, 2005, 07:45

Alpha Prime, MY 2168

CEO Morgan,

Your request for Cyborg assistance in your military defense is intriguing. However, it will require a significant investment in transports in addition to the troops themselves, and will divert investment in required infrastructure. At the present time we are prototyping a plasma rover defensive and impact rover, and after they are complete we will construct a basic defensive cordon with an offensive reaction force. When our defense is complete we will revisit your request. Of prime concern is the unrest that will occur when Cyborg troops are stationed in your territory when we switch to a Free Market economic system. We are sure you are familiar with this effect. At that time our exploration teams will be disbanded if then unrest they cause cannot be managed.

If you are interested, the Consciousness is willing to sell you our world map for 50 megacredits. We have and continue to explore to the west and east of hour holdings. As you have pointed out, information has value. We would add that knowledge of the world in which we live is a key to understanding the threats and opportunities that surround us. This offer is open, pending your interest and approval.

With friendship,
Aki Zeta-Five
Chair, Consciousness Chancellery

*~*~*~*

Morgan Engineering Center #1, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2168

“What do you think Director?”

Morgan watched from a large window that looked out over a large room filled with small cubicles. In each cubicle a man or women sat at a desk working at a computer. What on the surface might seem innocuous to some was something entirely different to others.

“How much has productivity increased?” Morgan asked almost breathlessly.

“Unity Consortium set up a similar facility at their primary engineering center as well and with the combined power of both centers we have seen a 22% increase in profits in just this quarter alone.” The Manager of the facility responded quickly with great pride in his voice.

“Excellent.” Morgan whispered. This was just the start of course. Several of the main cities were now completing the special education and training centers for young parents and their children. With parents free to have as many children as they wanted, provided they paid their fees of course, populations at all of the major cities were surging. With more labor came specialization. Specialization increased efficiency and increased efficiency increased profits. It was all so clear to see.

“When do you think you can add more technicians such as these?” Morgan asked.

“Well, that is up for debate Director.” The manager replied hesitantly. “The next group of young talents are being groomed for two potential career paths. We can slot them in here of course but we could use them to help our scientists organize their data more effectively and provide the means to increase information flow which in turns increases efficiency.”

“I understand. Keep me appraised of the situation and the board of directors will make that final decision.” Morgan said as he turned about to leave. As he walked to the door his P.A.D. began to buzz in his pocket so he stopped and pulled it out. It was a coded message from the information office at his headquarters. It seems Aki-Zeta had replied. He keyed in his access code and the message was displayed.

So he had at last hit on something. Well, at least there was hope after all and the board would be very pleased indeed at this new development. No one wanted to start building armies and weapons; it was a waste of energy and resources. The Cyborgs were intrigued at least at the proposal but this switch to a free market economy seemed strange for them, one could even say bizarre? Exactly how does a cyborg make a “free will” decision when they are linked to a collective conscience? You would think that their socialist form of government and economics would preclude the approach to such a chaotic form of economics. Well, chaotic to some but not to everyone as Morgan glanced over his shoulder to look out over the vast room filled with highly trained technical economists. Economics was everything. It was the most pure science of all sciences. Economics mapped and guided and most importantly predicted the most complex dynamic thing in the entire universe: human thinking. From economics all things flowed: marketing, accounting, product development, merchandising, advertising, pricing and consumerism. What struck Morgan as so strange is how can you truly have a free market system when all aspects of a cyborgs life are monitored by the collective conscience. How can the seller/buyer relationship ever be truly free and most importantly “secret” when the possibility exists that the other person knows what you are thinking. This is something Morgan had to see!

As he finished the message he chuckled at the offer to sell the map files. Who cares Morgan thought! It was only valuable if they had ship technology. Why buy something that is completely worthless to him. Now if they cyborgs were willing to include their files on ship technology and their map files then he would agree. He jotted that down as a change to Aki-Zeta’s offer and sent it back. He already knew the answer he would get back but he doubted the Cyborgs could see the linkage even if it was staring them in the face. He also added to the reply that he would purchase the Hive’s communication frequency for 50 credits as well. Perhaps the robots needed cash? Did he smell blood here at last? Perhaps Morgan thought, perhaps. It was expensive to make these shifts to another economic system and very disruptive. Aki-Zeta let slip that the cyborgs would most likely have to decommission their ships because they could not pay the humans enough to serve on them. All the more reason to get some cash back for the exploration that they had done. Morgan chuckled again and hit the send key on his P.A.D. and dropped it back into his pocket. Well let’s see what happens now.

The manager for the research and management company watched Director Morgan, as he seemed to quickly jot a message on his P.A.D and work out obviously some very complex problem in a manner of minutes. What a fantastic businessman he was the manager thought.

*~*~*~*

Alpha Prime, MY 2169

Chancellor Rebecca Whinn concluded, “Then it is agreed. We are going to reject Morgan’s latest counter offer. This is getting to be quite a habit.”

“He is most difficult to negotiate with,” First Chancellor Ryan Gamma-Four stated. “The exchanges he proposes are one sided, and not in the best interests of the Consciousness. Perhaps we can attempt a technology exchange with the Caretakers or the Hive?”

Aki shook her head, and her close cropped platinum blond hair bobbed as she did so. “Negative. Such exchanges must be initiated by the other faction.”

“Morgan’s actions are most perplexing,” Ryan stated. “In rejecting our offers of technology trades he is also rejecting the ability to use those abilities to his own advantage. That could increase his societies productivity, and options.”

“Not necessarily,” Rebecca said. “He could be focusing his research toward a single goal, and at the expense of all other advances. If effective it would decrease the number of alternate technological advances, and lessen the time it would take to achieve his goal.”

“What is that goal? Do you have any insight, Chancellor?” Aki asked.

Rebecca was quiet for a moment, and the rest of the Chancellery waited for her response. Finally she said, “Yes, I do. But this will take a little research, and some resources we’ve been talking about. Aki?”

Aki nodded.

It was done.

*~*~*~*

City manager’s officer, Morgan Entertainment Inc. – MORGAN 2169

“What does this mean?”

“Will Mr. Gray as you can see our mining and other material processing operations are causing some increased levels of industrial pollution. This graph here.” The young man pointed to the bottom of the page. “Clearly indicates that when we add more production namely tree farming we will put us over the capacity for our ability to keep those operations “clean” so to speak.”

Mr. Gray sat for several minutes in silence as he studied the report. Morgan Entertainment while under his care had grown to be one of the most pre-eminent cities in Morgan Enterprises. Every form of luxury and care could be found at this city. It had the highest growth rate, thanks to the newly completed children’s crèche and it had three supply crawler operations going at full capacity. The city was expected to grow and grow with no end in site.

“I don’t see a problem here. What waste we will generate will be minimal.” Gray replied blandly.

“Sir, I agree it is minimal but growth projections show that we will add three more sectors of production, primarily forest sectors and the increased production in those areas and the processing of that wood will create great problems. I also attached some information we were able to “glean” from the cyborgs about these worms. It seems they are attracted to or respond to negative impacts such as pollution on the planet.” The young technician corrected.

“As I said I think you are overestimating this thing. Once again I will say I don’t see a problem here. Even if they do attack our security forces will destroy them and from what I have read as well you can find energy nodules in the remains that can be converted to our power systems. I am sure our security forces will be more than motivated to do their jobs since they will receive a share of anything they recover.” Gray said as he closed the report and handed it back to the young technician. “Anything else?”

“No sir. Thank you sir.” The young man stood up and left.

Gray pulled out the latest project before him, a network node. It was intriguing. It could help boost research levels and yet this energy bank system was also very attractive. Perhaps even another supply crawler to harvest energy? There were so many options to consider making his city the shining jewel in Morgan Enterprises.

*~*~*~*

Delta Marsh, MY 2170

The celebration was winding down at their new city Delta Marsh. This city was in one of the few optimal locations near their capital and sported a river and a mineral lode. As projected, it would be very productive in short order. It had taken a considerable period of time, however, to prepare the farms to feed the 3,000 people in the new city. Unlike other city sites, which were blessed with rainy terrain, this site required considerable terraforming.

Delta Marsh was the fifteenth Cyborg city. The fourteenth, Theta Banks, has been inaugurated a week ago. The colonists there were not blessed with a rich territory. Rather, that base was situated to guard that coast against the Hive, and utilize the territory around it more fully. Acquiring the needed nutrients to feed its colonists had been delicate balancing act, one that almost failed. There had been disorder due to a lack of a garrison, but an emergency relocation of the garrison at Beta Crossing had saved a thousand people from starving.

Of more interest was the migration of the Consciousness to a true democracy. This is a natural outgrowth of the collective consciousness many citizens shared. The difficulty had come in determining how to integrate the minority Full Humans and non-Consciousness Cyborgs to allow them full and equal representation. As always a compromise was reached where the voting was done outside of the Consciousness in a separate voting grid where everyone was equal. Granted, those of the Consciousness were at home in this environment, but none had an advantage. The first elections had already been held and a parliament would take its place within the month. Already the benefits of growth and efficiency were making themselves manifest. Bases that had previously been in near disorder were quiescent, and energy production was up.

These last 70 years had been more than interesting. With a population of over 48 thousand the Consciousness was reaching critical mass. Basic infrastructure was almost complete, and terraforming was finally exceeding the needs of base development.

Although off-line from the Consciousness, Aki parsed off a portion of her analytical ability. She remained at the celebration, and was able to engage in the uncomfortable task of interacting with a range of Full Humans, Cyborgs, and Consciousness members. The portion of her intellect engaged in a more interesting task: planning the transition of the Consciousness to a Free Market economic system.

*~*~*~*

Undisclosed office complex, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2170

Morgan walked into the dark room and sat down at a table. Within a few seconds the door on the opposite wall opened and middle aged man walked in. He was average looking in all aspects of his appearance.

“Thank you for coming Director.” The man said as he sat down.

“Are you up and running yet?” Morgan asked

“Yes, we are. Our first agents are in place at several key cities now and we will complete our program within a few turns or so. Nearly every Morgan or Unity city will have our anti-industrial espionage units in place to protect them.” The man replied.

“How will I contact you?” Morgan questioned.

“You don’t. In fact this will most likely be the last meeting we have. I would prefer we keep our operations secret. We will keep you posted as to events by using this numbered information account.” The man handed Morgan a piece of paper with some numbers on it. “Read it and destroy it.”

Morgan quickly memorized the code.

“Thank you for coming Director.” The man stood up and began to leave.

“What should I call this operation? What is your name?” Morgan asked again. He had invested a heavily in this program and once it was completed he had destroyed all records of it. Each team had been given a clandestine business identity that supported their operations. In essence, they did not exist.

“Mr. Smith if you need a name Director. As for a name, well, lets just keep it open for now.” Mr. Smith left the room.

Morgan stood up and walked out the other door and left the building.

**Hydro** · May 13, 2005, 07:46

Alpha Prime, MY 2171

The finalization of the transition to a free market economy would have to wait. Unification’s captain Hernandez Cappa-Three had just made contact with another faction, and this one was human.

Aki sat in front of the old-fashioned radio setup, which was a relic of Unity. Here was no life holo feed, or image transmission. This was to be voice only.

After a few moments she activated the link, and a faint hiss with a crackle erupted from the unused speakers. “This is Aki Zeta-Five of the Consciousness. With whom do we have the honor of conversing with?”

“This is Sister Miriam Godwinson of the Lord Believers. We have…” she started as the channel dissolved into static. ”…and then received your crew at our port. They told us of your…alterations. It is against the will of God, Aki Zeta-Five. Your people must ask forgiveness. That is the only way to salvation.”

Aki was stopped in her tracks. “We see,” she said, stalling for time. “We will consider your warning.” Aki called up a quick file on appropriate language, and a suitable offer to smooth future relations. Finally she found something that held promise. “As penance we offer your people the secrets of High Energy Chemistry. Perhaps this will open our hearts, and allow your guidance on how to save our souls.”

There was silence of a while and Aki wasn’t certain if the communication frequency was still active. “Agreed, Aki Zeta-Five. Your offer is acceptable. Please consider a friendship treaty so that we may try to save your people, and that together we may walk together in the paths of righteousness.”

“We accept, Sister Godwinson. It has been a pleasure talking with you,” she said, and then closed the channel.

Aki turned to her Chancellors. “We are behind schedule, and the diversion in our contact with the Believers has delayed decommissioning our exploration fleet. Can Captain Cappa-Three set the demolition charges and meet the return resupply boat in time for our economic migration?”

Ryan shook his head. “No, Prime Function. We will have to delay for a year.”

“Very well. See that other plans are made.”

The Chancellors left, and after they had gone Aki shunted a few questions to the Consciousness to consider:

What is the impact of our democratic model with the long-term relations with the Believers, Morganites and the Hive?

What is the impact of our migration to a free market economy with the Hive, Believers, and Morganites?

Is there any significant chance of a productive relationship with the aliens?

*~*~*~*

Office of Director Morgan, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2171

“Why am I reading this?”

Morgan threw the P.A.D. down on his desk in disgust.

“Director our long-range sensors detected something going on out there. It was a massive explosion and.”

“And you don’t think it was man-made. Well so what then? What do I care if some fungus expands a little bit in one sector? We will just burn it out later.” Morgan looked at his aide in annoyance.

Economically things were going great for Nwabudike Morgan. Morgan Enterprises was now generating hefty double digits in mega-credits each turn. The marketing and research department reported just the other day that they were adding 48 terraquads of information to the Morgan Data Systems Inc. storage banks. A possible technological breakthrough was expected any day now. So why in the hell should some pink fungus be of concern to him.

“Director if this “fungal bloom” is the result of pollution it could prove in time to be of great importance to us. Perhaps Mr. Gray the city manager at Morgan Entertainment should restrict some of the heavy industry he has built up there.”

“Not in your lifetime!” Morgan fired back. “What the hell is wrong with you today Adam have you become a tree hugger or something? For the love of money who cares what happens out on the periphery of our territory. The Cyborgs have all but dropped off the map and until we develop our own sailing fleet we are as snug as a bug in a rug. I don’t care one whit about the world out there. If the Cyborgs think they can dictate to use terms on technology transfers to keep us in the dark well they have another thing coming. Talking with that Aki-Zeta is about as fun as talking with my blender or pasta maker.”

Adam Williams stood there silently for a few minutes and then handed Morgan another P.A.D.

“Sir this is a report for the colonization action team you put together. They report that we will be able to send out two more colony pods within the decade if not sooner. I have another few reports for your review as well.”

Adam laid the P.A.D.s on Morgan’s desk.

“Okay I will look them over. Make sure you have my car waiting for me when I leave work at 6:00. I want to make my dinner reservations and then I have party to attend.” Morgan said absently as Adam left the room.

*~*~*~*

Alpha Prime, MY 2172

Chancellor Whinn nodded toward the Prime Function. “Our transition to a free market economy is complete and successful. Our scientific productivity has increased over 50 percent to 85 terraquads of data per year, and our breakthrough rate is approximately one per decade, even after all the technology we traded the Hive is accounted for. Discretionary energy is up 100 percent, too. That will be a welcome boon.

“The only significant down sides are that our exploration fleet is now decommissioned, and that we have had to enact significant measure to ensure social stability. Twenty percent of our energy output is now required to keep social order, and about a third of our bases require additional population dedicated to keeping a minimal level of social decorum. This has resulted in decreased resource utilization, and has lowered our industrial and energy output. Several recreation commons are coming on line at our newer bases, and others are completing holo centers and children crèches soon.

“In short, the migration to a free market economy has met or exceeded expectations. In the coming year we may actually see some trade income from our treaties with the Morganites, Believers, and Hive, and that would be welcome after years of being a profit center for the Morganites. What has truly inspired the Full Humans, Cyborgs and members of the Consciousness is the increased energy output, and the significant spike in research. In the coming years the construction of more network nodes will cause this to increase even more.”

Rebecca paused, and that got the other Chancellor’s attention. “We do need to inform Morgan of our decision. I’ve prepared a draft text, which can be sent subject to approval by the Chancellery.”

*~*~*~*

CEO Morgan,

The Consciousness Chancellery announces our transition to a free market economy. This has significantly increased our energy productive power, which will increase the benefits of trade between our peoples.

This transition has caused the Chancellery to reconsider your proposal for Cyborg troops to be stations in your territory. Upon further analysis these troops will cause unrest for our people. Therefore we officially decline your offer to act as defensive and offensive troops for your territory until such a date when assistance can be rendered without significant social disorder.

Consciousness Chancellery

*~*~*~*

Director Morgan’s office, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2172

Aki-Zeta,

Well I am very pleased to hear that you have adopted a free market economic system. Perhaps NOW you can fully appreciate my position since the day we first met each other. As you can see a free economic system has a buyer and a seller. In that economic system it is not the intrinsic “worth” of the item or service or information that is relative but the passion and desire of the buyers and sellers that determine value. If a seller really wants to “push” inventory then he sells low. If a buyer MUST have an object or information then he will pay whatever the market may ask.

So now that you have such a system in place we can perhaps begin a civilized conversation as to the relative need or value of your technology versus my technology. I will make the following offer. I would be willing to trade our files on gene splicing for your files on ship design or plasma armor and in addition the communication frequency of one other faction. That is my offer. That is what I am selling today. It is what I am only going to sell to you until you agree to my offer.

So you can either accept my offer or not. It is a sellers market. Do you really need my technology or not? It’s that simple. I suspect even a Cyborg can understand that basic free market economic principle?

I await your response. I would even entertain a suitable counter offer if you have one?

Your friendly trading partner,

CEO Nwabudike Morgan

PS- I never really expected that you would agree to the previous arrangement. It made too much sense. I do hope your new economic system is proceeding as hoped. I still don’t see much of a change in the balance of trade but perhaps in time?

*~*~*~*

Alpha Prime, MY 2173

CEO Morgan,

The position of the Consciousness has not changed. Our observation is that all technology has a worth related to the advantages of that technology, and that this worth is reflected in the utility of that advantage to the faction. Therefore, all technology is inherently of equal value, but of differing utility based on the needs of that faction at that moment in time. Since the Consciousness views our technologies as having equal utility to those offered by your faction we believe these technologies are equivalent. Your proposed technology trades are one sided and not in the interests of the Consciousness. Our previous offer to exchange one technology of your choice for one of our technologies is still valid.

We will offer an additional option. We will be willing to trade one of your technologies for the communication link to one of the factions we have contacted during our explorations. This has not been previously offered and may be of interest to you.

With friendship,
Aki Zeta-Five
Chair, Consciousness Chancellery

*~*~*~*

Director Morgan’s office, Morgan Industries Inc. – MORGAN 2173

Aki-Zeta,

Somehow I knew you were going to respond as you did! But as it turns out I have just received words from several of my business associates that deal with your nation and it turns out you have made a significant breakthrough in what they have been told “adaptive economics”.

The importance of such a discovery is hardly worth discussing in this communication but for the first time I think we can make a trade that will benefit both nations. I will exchange our files on gene splicing and you will send us the files on adaptive economics. This exchange clearly fits your definition of “equal utility” since it is a “one for one” exchange! It is also a fair exchange for us as well since it clearly falls within our guidelines of a level three technology for a level three technology. It’s a win/win scenario for both societies! I hardly can wait to see what we can work on in the future since we now have the mutual means to work towards an exchange that will provide equal utility for both factions.

I am glad that we have been able to reach at last an agreement that fits both of our nation’s definitions and needs. Your generous offer and I quote; “Our previous offer to exchange one technology of your choice for one of our technologies is still valid” is a clear demonstration of your leadership and business insight. Gene splicing for adaptive economics is an equal exchange of equal technologies for equal benefit for both.

We will expect your technology to be sent to us “pre-approved” and we in turn will immediately reply in kind.

Lastly, as much as it pains me to say this I feel any technology trade for a communication frequency to an “unknown” faction strikes me as a poor decision. If you would be willing as a sign of good faith to send me a map file of yours to show us “which” faction’s communication frequency we would be trading for would be a good place to start to build that trust, don’t you think? As it stands now since we lack ship technology the relative “utility” of establishing communications with an unknown faction could pose even greater risks. I do say you might be learning some business skills but I suggest you take a refresher course in this matter. I find it curious and I am intrigued as to how a cyborg society is able to handle the complexities of a free market system. It would seem to me that only the few non-cyborgs could really participate in such a system since all of your Cyborgs, or so I am told, are linked to a common consciences? I can tell you if my business rivals could read my mind I would be a poor man right now. I hope that after the successful conclusion of our exchange you can enlighten me as to how Cyborgs are able to barter iron ore or any other commodity in your markets without some sort of “planned” outcome from the very start? It will be a very intriguing document to read and I hope it will open new vistas for myself any my business partners. I for one along with my other partners have been wary of entering into any serious dealings out of fear that the information we convey to one Cyborg does not end up getting used against us by another Cyborg. Are you able to “compartmentalize” certain information that the cyborg collective cannot read and if so doesn’t that create even greater problems? Also, what would happen if a Cyborg acted upon information gained from a link that he shouldn’t, ca we sue him or her? A very interesting topic to be sure.

I await your report with great anticipation!

Your new friend in business,

CEO Nwabudike Morgan

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++++++++

Morgan turned off the holo-camera and turned to his senior assistant.

“As soon as we get the files from that Cyborg order 1/3 of all our crawlers to pack up and report to Morgan Entertainment Inc. to add their robotic systems to the completion of the project. With the crawlers and the massive amounts of minerals we pull out of the ground there we will have that project built in less than 15 turns I bet!”

Morgan’s aide nodded and smiled as did Morgan.

*~*~*~*

Alpha Prime, MY 2174

CEO Morgan,

Your intelligence is in error. The Consciousness does not possess the technology Adaptive Economics. Moreover, you are once again talking about technology levels, which is illogical and meaningless. Further, even if we did possess this technology it would be inappropriate to exchange it with your people until we had an agreement as to the disposition of the completion of any Projects associated with that technology. We are sure you would agree that this would also be proprietary information and subject to negotiation.

Your latest communication to Alpha Prime contradicted your holo message. Your communication indicated a trade of High Energy Chemistry for your files on Gene Splicing. Although we assume this is also an error on your part, we will accept this exchange since it is within the parameters of the Consciousness’ specifications.

Your request for our world map files gratis is rejected. As previously stated, these data were acquired at considerable cost to the Consciousness and resulted in significant intellectual value. Therefore, this value would have to be appropriately compensated for Cyborg investment, and in consideration of the value it gives your society as to the location and nature of other factions. Since you have offered nothing in return for this information there is no reason to seriously consider your request.

The rejection of our offer to trade our intellectual property of faction communication frequencies is noted. This offer will remain open, pending approval of the Chancellery, if you feel the interest to reexamine your position.

Contrary to your inference, the Full Humans, Cyborgs, and members of the Consciousness in our society possess free will and make their own decisions. Full Humans and Cyborgs have full access to their emotional makeup, and members of the Consciousness have sacrificed a portion of their emotion for the logical benefits of the Program. Being part of the Consciousness is voluntary, and no individual participates in the Program at all times. Even so, only a portion of the individual’s intellect is participates in the Program. Each member of our society, therefore, retains his or her individuality; there is no common mind, only a temporary common purpose. None of this inhibits each individual’s desires and goals, nor does it inhibit the growth of a free market economic system predicated on the human desire for a better economic situation. Indeed, our society does offer the benefits of a scientific outlook and an inherent efficiency that enhances a free market system.

We trust this has clarified the issues that remain between our peoples.

Aki Zeta-Five
Chair, Consciousness Chancellery

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