The Private Journal of Regina Flores
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7 August..01?
It is remarkable how humans can fall into a new normal so easily. The specter of hunger and destruction looms over the university, spooking the Ideology child into submission. She hides under her blanket, afraid to look out lest the monster gets her! But that young child won't be young forever. The monsters are real, as she will come to understand, but they're manageable. Once she realizes the monster is tamed (provided we don't all starve to death), she will begin asking tough questions.
This is my fear for the university. Our structure was fitting in the old world, but soon the university will need to make hard political decisions. Everybody can gather around and agree that food production, at least for now, must be communal in nature and rationed according to need, not so much want.
Someday, though, we will achieve food and water security and will need to decide how to proceed not just beyond the walls of the university, but beyond the walls of our current thinking and understanding. I was elected to run the school by a board, but none of those board members were "elected" by anybody! Well, unless you count the board. The board members elect board members, which was fine when we were but a university.
I don't believe the our economic system will survive in its current system for long. Right now, the university cannot sustain its weight. In the future, the university cannot possibly regulate every economic activity that occurs within, and someday, outside her walls!
Some members of the board I've talked to outside official sessions (where these matters are too small and distant to be bothered with) believe that the university must shed herself of the imperium and allow the citizen-students to decide how the new country will be ran. Others, such as Professor Boyd, believe that the university and the village that grows around it, must subject itself to technocratic rule, which he says is the only thing keeping us from all starving to death anyway.
I don't tell him, but I think, "What? Create a Foundation? Look at how well that turned out!" Our country could very well outgrow our lofty tower' ability to understand its people. I don't tell him because then he would ask, "Oh yeah? What do YOU think we should do MMMM?" and I don't really have an answer for that haha.
We have time before that question forces itself out of somebody's lips. Somebody that actually has supporters.
-RF
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OOC: Later that day
A liberal arts student (we still have those???) asked me which direction the school was going. I was about to have a heart attack! Did God send him because of what I wrote? I asked him what did he mean and he said, "Is the school going to direct more resources toward practical studies or will it maintain the current size of its liberal arts/philosophy/whatever departments?"
My STEMaster race reptillian brain almost screamed, "We can't be a school of literally starving art majors!" but I stifled that little bastard right quick! I gave him a noncommittal answer that clearly didn't satisfy him and said, "I will bring up the issue with the board at our next meeting", which did satisfy him, if only barely.
Now, I'm no fool. History, philosophy, and liberal arts are important to the cultural well-being of university and apparent city-city. Knowing the history of the old country would be...nice, except there's no indication that we'll ever go back to that old world. I'm going to suggest we emphasis practical development. We need better agricultural and fishing practices before we need a critique of Plato's Republic. I'm going to suggest we shrink down the liberal departments greatly, the social sciences slightly (we actually probably need psychohistorians on the payroll), and redirect those resources to our engineering department mainly.
I hope I'm doing the right thing, and I feel like I"m doing the right thing. Only time will tell, and I hope that, if we survive the winters to come, people will look back on this decision favorably, or at least, understandingly.
-RF