Hal Carson had been anticipating the night's newsfeeds with vindictive pleasure, and so had stayed late at his office to wait for his staffers' report on how their carefully-hinted questions and allegations had been met by Tam's campaign.
The attention that Gabriel Tam's self-righteous message has been getting lately never ceases to infuriate him. Even now, thinking about it, the acid in his stomach flares and he reaches for a dose of calnatrate, then settles back in his chair, fuming silently.
How dare they, all of them? Miranda, well-- he can admit that was an unfortunate mistake, but oh, the potential benefit had it worked... One gŏushĭ bùrú Rim world more or less can't be allowed to matter, not when the system at whole is at stake.
They're building better worlds. All of them. The loss was tragic, but it has to be acceptable for the sake of society as a whole. Carson knows it, everyone else who matters knows it, and he's confident that the people will come to believe that in time.
As for Tam and his backers, Hal Carson doesn't believe for one minute that there's not something shady going on, probably involving an under-the-table handshake agreement between Birnam and Bentley. That's the way things are done, after all -- that's the way the game is played, and if that húndàn upstart thinks he knows anything about how things really work, then he's as crazy as his two fēng kuáng de kids--
He looks up as the door opens and an intern comes in, nervously setting the report down and leaving with all speed. Frowning, Carson loads the vidscreen.
Thirty million on Miranda, colonists and unafraid.
The clip starts with a shot of a singing protest group, then turns into an recap of events and an analysis of the widespread ripple effect that is underway on Osiris, now in the very heart of Capital City.
Try again you politicians...
He freezes the shot, making a sharklike rictus of Gabriel Tam's triumphant grin, and yells,
"DUV! GET IN--"
The door opens immediately, as evidently Duv had been anticipating this. Hal Carson glares at him and snaps,
"Get the advertising team together. It's time for a more effective counterattack."
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Date: 2006-04-30 03:04 am (UTC)The attention that Gabriel Tam's self-righteous message has been getting lately never ceases to infuriate him. Even now, thinking about it, the acid in his stomach flares and he reaches for a dose of calnatrate, then settles back in his chair, fuming silently.
How dare they, all of them? Miranda, well-- he can admit that was an unfortunate mistake, but oh, the potential benefit had it worked... One gŏushĭ bùrú Rim world more or less can't be allowed to matter, not when the system at whole is at stake.
They're building better worlds. All of them. The loss was tragic, but it has to be acceptable for the sake of society as a whole. Carson knows it, everyone else who matters knows it, and he's confident that the people will come to believe that in time.
As for Tam and his backers, Hal Carson doesn't believe for one minute that there's not something shady going on, probably involving an under-the-table handshake agreement between Birnam and Bentley. That's the way things are done, after all -- that's the way the game is played, and if that húndàn upstart thinks he knows anything about how things really work, then he's as crazy as his two fēng kuáng de kids--
He looks up as the door opens and an intern comes in, nervously setting the report down and leaving with all speed. Frowning, Carson loads the vidscreen.
Thirty million on Miranda, colonists and unafraid.
The clip starts with a shot of a singing protest group, then turns into an recap of events and an analysis of the widespread ripple effect that is underway on Osiris, now in the very heart of Capital City.
Try again you politicians...
He freezes the shot, making a sharklike rictus of Gabriel Tam's triumphant grin, and yells,
"DUV! GET IN--"
The door opens immediately, as evidently Duv had been anticipating this. Hal Carson glares at him and snaps,
"Get the advertising team together. It's time for a more effective counterattack."