"Okay, sir. First the regular scale. Our vote base at the moment is the left and moderate conservatives. We've got the left neutralists, the right conservatives, and the moderate neutralists. Second, we're consistently losing support from the Church. Third, the far colonies are somewhere between supportive and neutral."
"Screw the Church. They're ruining our relations to the Capellan Magistracy."
President John Bellmere was rather annoyed, and so he might have uttered the above in anger, but it had been calculated to make his opinion clear. "Is there anything new with regard to them?"
"Yes, sir." said Bellmere's information collector. Since his full name was "Precious Valiant Ying", he preferred to be addressed by title or directly. "A series of 'freedom pamphlets', closely aligned with the Church, not publicly affiliated, though. Apparently there are a few Capellan refugees who've been smuggled into our systems, where they're claiming rights described in the pamphlet as 'no slavery'. The laws in question are centered on 304, Law regarding discrimination by birth conditions, and 743, Law regarding enforcibility of contracts. These obviate part of the Capellan caste system whenever a low-caste Capellan moves to an Emergent system."
"Sheeeeeeeet." Bellmere whistled. "That could be one hell of a scandal. How bad is it?"
"It's about as bad as the Anathema that the Church declared a while back. The word 'evil' figures prominently."
"And you said it was unaffiliated."
"Not publically affiliated, mister President. We strongly suspect the Church of being behind it, but nothing's been proved. All we have is several ranked Church members who have been participating. The intelligence service wouldn't tell me anything more from that.
"Okay. Can I have a copy?"
"Already sent."
"Right. Tell me why the Capellans can't simply ask to have these, these 'refugees' extradited?"
"Because Law 743 doesn't recognize their reason for extradition, this reason being birth into a low caste."
"Off the record, of course - are the Capellans kidnapping their people back?"
"No, mister President." The information collector ticked off points on his fingers. "First, it would be something we can and should prosecute for. Second, the publicity would be dreadful. Third, it's in no way cost-effective; they've done better to stick up measures preventing people from fleeing."
"Next subject, please, InfoCol. This is depressing."
"Yes, sir. The neck node distribution is in the antepenultimate phase." Bellmere rubbed at his neck subconsciously as Ying spoke. "An opinion poll shows nine hundred permille satisfaction, three complainers. Integration work is getting underway now, but they scientists say that it'll be quite some time before they can replicate the near-telepathic communication we had before Scourge. In the meantime, it'll be essentially an eidetic memory. Transfers are severely blocked pending virus reviews."
"Making sure we don't have another round of Scourge and brainburn, eh?"
"Yes, sir."
"What results have we got?"
"The neck nodes are being given partial credit for the arbitrary warpgate transmission discovery. The scientists had an easier time recognizing patterns in the waveforms when they could recall any previous waveform without having to look it up."
"Good. I'll make sure the distribution stays on schedule. I don't really have any alternative after the Governancy voted for mass availability."
InfoCol Ying was silent.
"I released my ex-company's mining tech to a hundred small companies who contracted to mine at least eight gG of ore. How are they doing?"
"Swimmingly, sir. Only one of them appears on course to make under quota this year. The production boosts have already been substantive. It's one of the major favors we have with the far colonies, since the mining companies have an absolute and not a relative distribution across the various systems we control."
"Have they begun mining Vega yet?"
"No, sir. Eight companies have drones there picking out good roids, all as trade secrets of course, but no actual mining. It's too risky without an in-system station."
"Right. Colonization possibilities. Do we still have negative net population change here in Benalia?"
"Yes. Twelve permille this last year."
"They're emigrating that fast? I thought it'd be closer to neutral at worst."
"It's down from out record of twenty permille in eight months, but we can expect the trend to continue."
"And the economic consequences?"
"Negligible, mister President."
"That's impossible. How's it happening?"
"A very large sending-money-effect from our tax breaks on the outer colonies. There's a definite pattern to the movement; extended families of twelve or more people have at least three home and three out in ninety percent of cases. Those at home are sending money to where it can gain tax breaks; those out on the rim are sending spare money home; this means it's in motion instead of in the banks, which is stimulating the economy everywhere. It's consistent across every colony."
"Good. Thank you, Ying. Dismissed for now. I'll have a talk with the Chief of Intelligence. Prepare a report on holographic and haptic technology for me."
"Yes, sir."