*Long day of talks, and absolutely nothing's come of
it, except that Ive firmed my resolve to impose at least
half embargo's on the shipping lanes to Mars. That
planet belongs to the US, and theres no way in hell or
Gods Green Earth Im giving it up, "Because they said
so". Someones going to have to come up with a better excuse than that.
In my office, Ive retired for the
evening. Several papers in front of me. I pull one close. "Shipping
Embargo: Goods: Luxury. / IE:
Jewelry, merchandise, sellable profit items." Across the bottom I scrawl
my name.* One down...
*The second page reads "Embargo: Shipping: Mars: Plants/Animals:
Nonfood: Non Necessity." And across the bottom of that page, I scrawl
my name.* And two...