Greenies

"I think you know what to do now, don't you, Scott?" he was asked after the preliminaries were taken care of.

"Yes sir," he said. "Beginning tomorrow I'll address the legislature and urge an investigation into Whiting for misrepresentation. I'll have her impeached in a matter of days."

"Very good," Flanders said, offering a fatherly smile. "I can see we did well to invest in you. It's strange how fate works sometimes, isn't it?"

"Yes sir," he replied truthfully. "Indeed it is. I'll have my speechwriters and my staffers working all night. You'll have a governor in office in no time."

Laura herself was, understandably under the circumstances, getting her fair share of Internet calls as well. Though she had a secretary to screen most of them, her high-powered former sponsors — and there were a lot of those — all had access to her private Internet address and they damn sure made use of it now. Though her fate had already been discussed and decided while she had still been on the stage saying her words, they all wanted to talk to her, to demand an explanation of her.

"Why, Laura?" Smith of Agricorp, her biggest sponsor, demanded once he got her online. "What were you thinking? What were you doing? Why did you throw your career away like this?"

"I threw nothing away," Laura told him curtly, her voice even and almost teasing. "As of the moment I said, 'I do' I was governor of this planet. And as for why I did what I did, I believe I explained myself quite well during my speech. Surely you caught the speech, didn't you?"

General Jackson, commander of the MPG, was standing just off to the side, out of camera range. He chuckled a little at her words.

"You betrayed us, Laura," he told her. "After all we've done for you, after all we've spent getting you elected, this is how you repay us?"

"You mean that after all of the bribes you gave me I am now refusing to do as I'm told like a little RC toy. Sorry if I hurt your feelings, Smith. Do you think they'll fire you for this? I'm sort of anxious to find out how the head office in Denver responds." She looked at her watch. "The transmission should have gotten there about twenty minutes ago now. How long until they send a message back? Do you think it's on its way now? Or do you think they'll need more time to figure out how to shitcan you?"

"The head office is not your concern," he told her angrily. "What you should be worried about is your resignation. If it's in by tomorrow morning we'll call off the FLEB agents that are after you. We'll tell the public that you had a mental breakdown and they'll forget about all of this in a few months. I'm sure you have enough of our money stashed away to live comfortably for a while."

"I have none of your money stashed away," she told him. "Every dollar went into my election account. Most of it is still there. Within a year your money won't be any good on this planet. And as for my resignation, you can forget it. Do your best. I'm here under the constitution and you have no means to get rid of me. You're not playing with an amateur here."

"You think those ignorant greenies that you're so fond of are going to save you?" he asked her. "Is that what you think? You think they're going to call off our legislature members with the little e-mail campaign you suggested? Tell me that you're not really that naïve, Laura."

"I think you'll be surprised by what us greenies are capable of," she told him. "You've been degrading us and underestimating us for so long now that you have no idea of the resentment that most of us hold for all things corporate and Earthling. They'll compose those letters. Take my word for it. Actually, you don't have to take my word. Why don't you call up some of your pet politicians and ask them how many have come in so far?"

"I have no need to waste my time that way," he said dismissively.

Laura shrugged. "You'll just have to hear it in the morning then, won't you? Our independence is coming, Smith. I think you might want to consider the best way to negotiate it with us so that Agricorp comes out on top. My offer was sincere. You hand your assets over to us and we'll continue to produce food and give it to you. If you cooperate, we'd be inclined to hand all of the food to you instead of simply sharing it with the other agricultural corporations. Think about that."

Smith shook his head a little, the way one does when one is dealing with a lunatic. "I'm going to enjoy seeing you led away," he told her. "This is your last warning. Resign now before it's too late."

"It's already too late," she said. "Goodbye, Smith. Don't send any more of your people here. I won't accept them." With that she signed off, making his face disappear. Before ten seconds had gone by the next call came in and then the next and then the next after that. Most were sponsors but a few were reporters. She denied all calls from the big three reporters but gave a brief statement to the MarsGroup reporter, mostly just assuring her that she had been dead serious up on the stage tonight and that she would grant further interviews once she was settled into office. Finally they slowed to a trickle and she was able to take a breather for a few minutes.

Jackson, sipping out of a bottle of Agricorp apple juice, sat down across her desk from her. He was dressed in his uniform, namely the red shorts and white T-shirt that were the standard interior dress of the Martian Planetary Guard troops. His rank insignia — that of commanding general — was stenciled on his left breast, just above the small emblem of the MPG. He carried no weapons belt and wore no body armor, relying on his squad of special forces bodyguards to keep him safe. He looked at his boss pointedly. "It's all come down to this night," he told her. "All of the secret planning, all of the underhanded deals with the arms makers, and now the wheels are in motion."

"Everything according to plan so far," she agreed, opening a bottle of juice of her own and taking a sip.

"You were beautiful up there tonight," he said. "Your speech was very moving. Hopefully it will have the results we need. If you get impeached next week, it's all for nothing."

"The people will do what I ask," she told him assuredly. "I know them well and I know how fed up they are with the system we have. They want change; they've wanted it for generations. All they needed was a leader to cling to, one who had the power to get the job done."

"And now they've got one," he said. "Assuming they're not too cynical to embrace you."

"They voted for me in record numbers, didn't they? They'll embrace me. And once I start giving my weekly speeches on MarsGroup, I'll get them fired up the rest of the way, until they're demanding that we be free — no matter what needs to be done."

"No matter what," Jackson said, knowing what it was eventually going to take. "I know we've been over this before, but do you think that there's any chance at all of WestHem actually negotiating autonomy with us? I mean, after the seriousness of the situation becomes clear to them and they realize what the options are?"

"None whatsoever," she told him. "You know that, Kevin. If we're going to be free, we're going to have to fight for it. There's too much at stake for WestHem to even consider the possibility of letting us go. Not even under the terms that I've offered, which are generous indeed."

He sighed a little. "You're undoubtedly right," he said. "It's a nice dream though."

"But in the meantime," Laura told him, "this planet is rapidly approaching maxima from Earth. In another three months the navy will begin sending the bulk of the fleet here for storage at Triad. Will the MPG be ready by then?"

"In terms of ability, they're ready right now," Jackson reminded her. "Our mission is to prevent invasion of this planet and to be able to fully mobilize to that goal in less than twelve hours. Repelling invaders is all that we train for. And over the last three months we've been training particularly hard. The real question you should be asking is whether or not they will obey your orders and repel an invasion by WestHem marines. As of this moment, I don't believe that they would do that. That is where you and your speeches come in."