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“What, what? WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!!!”
“That’s right sir. Our political analysts were incorrect. The issues with the GTE have been resolved, making our resistance pointless.”
Mica sighed and shook his head. “We’d still be at a disadvantage as a member, we wouldn’t be able to progress without being obligated to some higher power, giving up our sovereignty.”
Hannah nodded, and then replied. “Yes, but we’d be left out in the cold if we were the only nation to reject the GTE. Everyone else would get a bunch of free techs, while we were left on our own with our meager resources and try to struggle along. Ever since we’ve learned of the existence of so many other factions, despite not having contact with them, things have heated up. We can’t afford to be left behind. We won’t survive.”
Mica got up and walked over to a specially marked corner of his office. There was a red circle painted on the wall and a sign that read “STRESS RELIEF CENTER: BAND HEAD HERE”. He did so.
Repeatedly
“There is a possibility to undo this. So long as the NDAs are respected, there really is no problem. NAMgp has joined the GTE, and we have unconfirmed and admittedly unreliable reports that we will be protected from the forced influence of larger nations like the USC or the Emergents. With possible aid and safeguards, these checks and balances, it might be safe to join. Compromise Mica, compromise. Without it, politics would have capitulated years ago.”
“I don’t know…I still don’t like it…”
There was a knock at the door. “Come in.” Mica waved dejectedly at the door as he walked back to his seat and sat back down. The newly elected Foreign Minister Richard Mitchell walked in. The presence of Mitchell would mean more news, and hopefully nothing pessimistic. Aaron could not take bad news at the moment.
“We have just received news from the representatives of NAMgp that they would be willing to sponsor us in entry to the GTE should we be interested. It seems we are not being expected to keep a hard line at all.”
Mica nodded. “Very well then, I guess the universe has decided for me. We will accept this sponsorship and join the GTE on the conditions that it respects all NDAs and there is no toting of economic or scientific power whatsoever. We will pull out if we feel the GTE is not working out in an acceptable fashion. We WILL NOT be vassals. We WILL NOT give in to corporate influence (for surely this is corporate in nature, it is all economics). We will defend our freedoms no matter the cost. If we must slay the giant, so be it. God is on our side.
“Very well. It shall be done.” Both Mitchell and Hannah left Mica’s office. The GTE, on paper, was promising, but Mica knew better than to trust it. Their entry would be tentative and risky. He was ready to pull out at the first sign of trouble.
Politics was a risky business.
“That’s right sir. Our political analysts were incorrect. The issues with the GTE have been resolved, making our resistance pointless.”
Mica sighed and shook his head. “We’d still be at a disadvantage as a member, we wouldn’t be able to progress without being obligated to some higher power, giving up our sovereignty.”
Hannah nodded, and then replied. “Yes, but we’d be left out in the cold if we were the only nation to reject the GTE. Everyone else would get a bunch of free techs, while we were left on our own with our meager resources and try to struggle along. Ever since we’ve learned of the existence of so many other factions, despite not having contact with them, things have heated up. We can’t afford to be left behind. We won’t survive.”
Mica got up and walked over to a specially marked corner of his office. There was a red circle painted on the wall and a sign that read “STRESS RELIEF CENTER: BAND HEAD HERE”. He did so.
Repeatedly
“There is a possibility to undo this. So long as the NDAs are respected, there really is no problem. NAMgp has joined the GTE, and we have unconfirmed and admittedly unreliable reports that we will be protected from the forced influence of larger nations like the USC or the Emergents. With possible aid and safeguards, these checks and balances, it might be safe to join. Compromise Mica, compromise. Without it, politics would have capitulated years ago.”
“I don’t know…I still don’t like it…”
There was a knock at the door. “Come in.” Mica waved dejectedly at the door as he walked back to his seat and sat back down. The newly elected Foreign Minister Richard Mitchell walked in. The presence of Mitchell would mean more news, and hopefully nothing pessimistic. Aaron could not take bad news at the moment.
“We have just received news from the representatives of NAMgp that they would be willing to sponsor us in entry to the GTE should we be interested. It seems we are not being expected to keep a hard line at all.”
Mica nodded. “Very well then, I guess the universe has decided for me. We will accept this sponsorship and join the GTE on the conditions that it respects all NDAs and there is no toting of economic or scientific power whatsoever. We will pull out if we feel the GTE is not working out in an acceptable fashion. We WILL NOT be vassals. We WILL NOT give in to corporate influence (for surely this is corporate in nature, it is all economics). We will defend our freedoms no matter the cost. If we must slay the giant, so be it. God is on our side.
“Very well. It shall be done.” Both Mitchell and Hannah left Mica’s office. The GTE, on paper, was promising, but Mica knew better than to trust it. Their entry would be tentative and risky. He was ready to pull out at the first sign of trouble.
Politics was a risky business.
