Treznor
05-01-2004, 14:52
Treznor sits in his office poring over reports. He absently reaches for a cup of coffee and takes a sip, making a face when he realises how cold it's become. He sets it down again and puts it from his mind as he pours over recent reports on his Empire's population pressures. He pauses slightly as he hears footsteps approaching his door and smiles. This visitor won't even be challenged by the guards. On the other hand, that could be a potential security risk...
He sighs and almost reaches for the coffee again, before remembering that it's still cold. "Come on in, Ben," he says before the visitor can knock.
Ben Vitner enters the room quietly and closes the door behind him. "Did you see Harry's latest report?"
Treznor scans his inbox. "No, I haven't gotten to it yet. Something interesting?" His fingers dance over the keyboard to bring up the file.
"I think you'll be amused."
A few seconds pass before Treznor's jaw drops. "Fifty...million volunteers?"
"Funny, isn't it? We get barely fifty thousand volunteers for our national army, but when you talk about people going into space on extremely hazardous duty, you get a thousand times that number."
"Ben, there's no way we can let all those people go. There's no way we can let a fraction of them join the Triumvirate of Yut Combined Services."
"Of course not. I just wanted to see your reaction for myself."
"How is Harry going to handle this? He doesn't say in his report. Fpr that matter, he says damned little beyond screaming for more personnel to handle the flood."
"Well, first off with that many volunteers we can afford to be picky about our qualifications. School rankings, medical histories, family obligations and so on. It's gonna be a huge undertaking, and it'll eat up a lot of his budget. Frankly, nobody has the staff for handling fifty million applications. He's going to have to bring in temporary contractors just to handle the paperwork."
"All right, I'll authorise the additional expenditure. Sheesh. I haven't even figured out a budget for our TYCS contributions."
Ben pulls out a hand-held datapad and makes a note in it. "You wanna cap it, or just be kept appraised of the overhead?"
Treznor shakes his head. "Just keep me informed. And tell Treasury to ready an audit on the War Ministry after this is done. I don't mind Harry padding his pockets a little bit, but a blank cheque is just too much temptation. Capping it won't stop him from getting greedy, it'll just encourage him to overwork his people. We can't afford to be sloppy on this one."
"Right." Ben makes another note. "Any other thoughts? Ideas for streamlining this?"
"Run the names through the national database. Any names that come up flagged as security risks can be dropped. You can correlate a lot of your school and medical records there, as well. That should drop some of Harry's overhead."
"He'll be crushed."
"Yeah. I'll call Hucy in and give her the good news, see what she thinks. Maybe the Triumvirate can tighten up their requirements a bit to give us a better idea of how to whittle down the numbers."
"Gotcha. Maybe they can help process some of the applications for us?"
"Let's not push our luck. Anything else?"
"No, thanks. I've had my entertainment for the day."
"Hmph. Remind me to have them load rubber bullets when I have you shot to death."
"I'll make a note of it, Sir."
Treznor leans back in his chair as his Minister of Intelligence stands and makes his way toward the exit. Then he lets out a long sigh. "Am I that hard on them?"
Ben turns away from the door with a surprised look on his face. "Sir?"
"Fifty million volunteers. That's a rather significant chunk of our workforce. A lot of talented minds, all of whom are indicating here that they want to get out. It suggests a breaking point, Ben. Do you think I'm pushing the limit?"
Ben lets out his own sigh, trying to marshal his thoughts. "You know I admire you, Dev," he says with rare familiarity. "I couldn't do what you do for all the money in the world. I couldn't sit behind that desk and make decisions that decide the fate of the nation, and maybe even the fate of the world. When I do my job, I always know that I've got a buffer, that the responsibility ultimately rests with you. You don't have that. It's the scariest thing I could ever imagine."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"No. I don't have an answer to it. You're a hard man, Your Majesty. And it's a hard world. Your people work hard, and they're proud of who they've become since you took over. That's got to count for something. You've been easing up on a lot of restrictions, opening up new avenues for release and I think that's helped a lot. But life in the Empire isn't easy if you don't know the right people, and the population pressures we're under now aren't helping. So yes, tensions are rising, and I know for a fact that you're working on it.
"I guess I do have an answer. You're not any harder on your people than you are on yourself."
Treznor ponders this for a moment, then nods. "All right, Ben. Thank you."
Ben steps out the door and closes it quietly.
Treznor reaches for his coffee again, then sets it down with a curse. He sends out a demand for a fresh cup.
He sighs and almost reaches for the coffee again, before remembering that it's still cold. "Come on in, Ben," he says before the visitor can knock.
Ben Vitner enters the room quietly and closes the door behind him. "Did you see Harry's latest report?"
Treznor scans his inbox. "No, I haven't gotten to it yet. Something interesting?" His fingers dance over the keyboard to bring up the file.
"I think you'll be amused."
A few seconds pass before Treznor's jaw drops. "Fifty...million volunteers?"
"Funny, isn't it? We get barely fifty thousand volunteers for our national army, but when you talk about people going into space on extremely hazardous duty, you get a thousand times that number."
"Ben, there's no way we can let all those people go. There's no way we can let a fraction of them join the Triumvirate of Yut Combined Services."
"Of course not. I just wanted to see your reaction for myself."
"How is Harry going to handle this? He doesn't say in his report. Fpr that matter, he says damned little beyond screaming for more personnel to handle the flood."
"Well, first off with that many volunteers we can afford to be picky about our qualifications. School rankings, medical histories, family obligations and so on. It's gonna be a huge undertaking, and it'll eat up a lot of his budget. Frankly, nobody has the staff for handling fifty million applications. He's going to have to bring in temporary contractors just to handle the paperwork."
"All right, I'll authorise the additional expenditure. Sheesh. I haven't even figured out a budget for our TYCS contributions."
Ben pulls out a hand-held datapad and makes a note in it. "You wanna cap it, or just be kept appraised of the overhead?"
Treznor shakes his head. "Just keep me informed. And tell Treasury to ready an audit on the War Ministry after this is done. I don't mind Harry padding his pockets a little bit, but a blank cheque is just too much temptation. Capping it won't stop him from getting greedy, it'll just encourage him to overwork his people. We can't afford to be sloppy on this one."
"Right." Ben makes another note. "Any other thoughts? Ideas for streamlining this?"
"Run the names through the national database. Any names that come up flagged as security risks can be dropped. You can correlate a lot of your school and medical records there, as well. That should drop some of Harry's overhead."
"He'll be crushed."
"Yeah. I'll call Hucy in and give her the good news, see what she thinks. Maybe the Triumvirate can tighten up their requirements a bit to give us a better idea of how to whittle down the numbers."
"Gotcha. Maybe they can help process some of the applications for us?"
"Let's not push our luck. Anything else?"
"No, thanks. I've had my entertainment for the day."
"Hmph. Remind me to have them load rubber bullets when I have you shot to death."
"I'll make a note of it, Sir."
Treznor leans back in his chair as his Minister of Intelligence stands and makes his way toward the exit. Then he lets out a long sigh. "Am I that hard on them?"
Ben turns away from the door with a surprised look on his face. "Sir?"
"Fifty million volunteers. That's a rather significant chunk of our workforce. A lot of talented minds, all of whom are indicating here that they want to get out. It suggests a breaking point, Ben. Do you think I'm pushing the limit?"
Ben lets out his own sigh, trying to marshal his thoughts. "You know I admire you, Dev," he says with rare familiarity. "I couldn't do what you do for all the money in the world. I couldn't sit behind that desk and make decisions that decide the fate of the nation, and maybe even the fate of the world. When I do my job, I always know that I've got a buffer, that the responsibility ultimately rests with you. You don't have that. It's the scariest thing I could ever imagine."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"No. I don't have an answer to it. You're a hard man, Your Majesty. And it's a hard world. Your people work hard, and they're proud of who they've become since you took over. That's got to count for something. You've been easing up on a lot of restrictions, opening up new avenues for release and I think that's helped a lot. But life in the Empire isn't easy if you don't know the right people, and the population pressures we're under now aren't helping. So yes, tensions are rising, and I know for a fact that you're working on it.
"I guess I do have an answer. You're not any harder on your people than you are on yourself."
Treznor ponders this for a moment, then nods. "All right, Ben. Thank you."
Ben steps out the door and closes it quietly.
Treznor reaches for his coffee again, then sets it down with a curse. He sends out a demand for a fresh cup.