She gave them a softer look and lowered her voice a little. "But it doesn't have to be that way. There is nothing in the Martian constitution that mandates you vote or act as those who have given you campaign contributions wish. The reason we all do it anyway is because we wish to be reelected, to pretend that we really have power for another two years or four years or six years. This has been going on so long that most of you have forgotten who you're really supposed to be working for. Well this time, in this instance, I'm going to remind you. You legislature members were elected by the common Martians to serve and to them is who your loyalty and your votes are owed. Every last one of you is of Martian heritage. Every last one of you is the descendent of those who left Earth to seek out employment here, on this new world. You are all Martians and when those Earthling lobbyist start calling you tonight and telling you what you're supposed to do, I want you to remember that you work for Mars and the Martian people, not Agricorp and InfoServe and the other soulless corporations. If you refuse to impeach me for daring to defy those corporate masters, this planet will be free within a year. If you cave to their pressure and vote me out, we will continue to languish under their rule. Remember who you are and where you came from and do the right thing for once in your careers."
She paused, taking a breath before continuing. "However, since I realize that my words alone may not be enough to convince you, I will take this time to bring up another point. The voters of each of your districts have the right under the constitution to organize and hold a recall vote that is capable of removing you from office. Thanks to media control and various other factors over the years, this is something that has never been done before. The option to do so however, is there and there does not have to be a specific reason for this action. This is something that the people are able to do at any time and there is no appeal process, there is no way that friends in the corporations can reverse such a thing. All it takes to get such a thing started is a little organization on the part of the voters and ten thousand fingerprints on a petition."
She looked from the legislature seats back up into the MarsGroup cameras, the only one that she knew were still live. "This is where the people of Mars come in. This is where those of you that have elected me can help me stay in office so that I can help you be free. An impeachment drive against me is going to begin in earnest tomorrow morning, my first day of full duties in office. If you, the people, do nothing, I will be impeached and drummed out within the week. But if you take the time to email your elected representative, if you tell him or her that you will organize a petition to remove them from office if they vote for an investigation and an impeachment, and then if you follow through with this threat in the event that they do, I guarantee you that they will do what you ask.
"That is my challenge to you, people of Mars. I have taken the first step to get us free of the tyranny we live under. I know that independence is what the vast majority of you wish. Now is the time to act. You can either stand with me and continue to move us towards freedom, or you can do nothing, let me be drummed out, and things will continue here on Mars as they always have. The time is ripe, my friends and it will never get riper. You have a voice in the governor's office for the first time. I implore you, I beg of you, help me follow through with this separation. Let your voices be heard. With your help, all of us will be free.
"That is all I have to say. The rest is in your hands."
With that she gave one last smile and left the podium, leaving the stunned audience and a stunned planet in her wake.
Corban Hayes was the regional chief of operations for the Martian branch of the Federal Law Enforcement Bureau, WestHem's highest law enforcement agency. A native of Los Angeles and a fourth generation FLEB director, Corban hated the planet Mars as much as any Earthling and couldn't wait until his next promotion when he could get out of this dreadful place. Of course now that Laura Whiting had gone apparently crazy and spouted a bunch of anti-corporation sentiments on live Internet, that promotion just might be swirling down the great toilet of bureaucracy. It had been his office, his investigators — who were supposedly the best in existence — that had done the background check on Whiting back when she had announced her candidacy for high office the previous year. He had put his fingerprint on the documents that had declared her an excellent candidate with no known "conflicting loyalties" or "unsuitable ideals". His agents had poured through her previous life for more than a month, searching for anything that might have hinted at problems for the government and therefore the business interests that controlled it. They had examined every law that she'd authored or voted on, every speech she'd ever given, every financial transaction she had ever made. She had been squeaky clean, which meant of course, that she only took bribes from her sponsors and that she only voted for or authored bills that had been approved by her sponsors. It meant that she had never been heard to utter an unkind word about her sponsors in public. In the world of politics, that was impressive indeed.
So what in the hell had happened to her? Where had that communist, radical, independence talk come from? Had she really been hiding that inside of her and putting on an act all of these years? Was that possible?
Hayes tried not to think too hard about the why of the situation. When it came right down to it, it didn't really matter. He was having enough trouble just dealing with the flak that was being thrown at him. His communications terminal had been buzzing madly ever since that miserable greenie had started spouting off. It seemed that every corporate director on the planet was trying to get through, demanding an explanation. And it would only get worse when the replies started to come in from Earth, where the headquarters of all of these corporations were located. Thankfully the planetary alignment was approaching the furthest that Mars and Earth ever got from each other and radio signals currently took more than fifteen minutes to travel from place to the other. That would at least give him a little break between onslaughts.
His office was on the 112th floor of the New Pittsburgh Federal Building downtown, a building located just on the edge of the ghetto. He was looking out his window at the high-rises that surrounded the building, seeing the lights shining brightly in the clear Martian atmosphere. How he longed to be back in Los Angeles with its thirty-six million inhabitants and where the elite could travel by propeller-driven VTOL's that landed right on the roofs of buildings.
"Priority link-up attempt," his computer terminal told him, repeating the same thing it had said more than thirty times so far. "Caller is William Smith, chief executive officer of Agricorp's Martian operations."
"Christ," Hayes sighed, longing for a nice healthy pipe-hit of some good green. He had some in his desk drawer but somehow he didn't think this was the proper time for it. "Put him through," he told his computer, knowing that Smith was not someone he could blow off. Agricorp, after all, damn near ruled the solar system and Smith was the number three man within that particular corporation.
Smith's face came on the screen and after a brief exchange of the required pleasantries, he began his ass chewing. He ranted for nearly five minutes about botched investigations, incompetent investigators, wasted tax-dollars, and directors that would be sent back to the streets busting software pirates. Hayes took it all like a true professional, nodding in all the right places, agreeing when it was necessary, disagreeing gently when it seemed expected of him. Finally Smith was able to calm down enough to talk rationally and to actually accomplish what had been the goal of the communication in the first place.