1792 AD - 1816 AD
zorven sat at his desk frustrated. He had done countless hours of work, held countless meetings, met and talked to countless politicians and bureaucrats to develop the plans and acquire government funds for a slew of civic improvements in Sycorax. All that was left was for the signature of the Governor. And now the deadline had passed with no signature, no phone call, no correspondence of any kind. zorven knew that he and the Governor sometimes disagreed, but he was amazed at the actions, or apparent non-action, of the Governor. It seems the Governor was in bed with the military industrial complex for instead of funds and contracts for colosseums or rail systems, Sycorax recieved contracts for several transport fleets and military helicopter sqaudrons. While the construction of these units did employ citizens of Sycorax, zorven had hoped to see civic improvements that could have raised the standard of living for generations to come. Maybe there was hope for the next budget cycle. zorven thought that he should get started now to avoid the problems he just encounted. With that, he let out a deep sigh, turned to his computer, and started a new e-mail to the Governor.