10-25-2019, 10:20 PM
Sleep Once More
Council of Kerlile Chamber
August 1st, 1991
“Well, I do not believe that we can provide any more assistance in Bjeorg,” sighed Councillor Joanna Greenwood. “Though I will confess, I am pleasantly surprised at the success of the Aurora in acquiring information. We shall need to look into the activities of the Eirians more in light of what has been provided, but I do not see the benefit of keeping her active at this time.”
“I am inclined to agree,” nodded Sarah Robinson. “It puts the agent at risk, and they are not a priority. Given the direction of recent events, I believe that we will no longer be able to influence things in any significant manner.”
Councillor Angeline Pierre stood, straightening her clothes and glancing around at each Councillor in turn. The Councillors sat in their horseshoe in alphabetical order, the chamber decorated with the brightly coloured family crests of the Council families, and various ceremonial swords dotted around the room. The light was dim around the edges of the chamber, and brighter in the middle of the horseshoe, which was presently empty.
“Councillors, I am pleased you are happy with the Programme. My mother worked hard on training the Auroras, and it is a shame she is not here today to see the success of her work. It was a long-term undertaking, but her legacy lives on in the work we do today. The Aurora in Bjeorg has served us well, and she can continue to serve us. I do not believe she is at risk of discovery.”
“Are we all agreed?” Councillor Eveline Hart asked of the room. The Councillors nodded in unison, all sitting straight as Angeline took her seat once more. “Then this matter is at a close. We will now break for a fifteen-minute recess, and then upon our return we will discuss the proposal by Councillor Camila Hale, on the subject of restricting the access of civilians to new technologies such as personal computers. We will now break.”
The Councillors all bowed to each other as they stood and filed out of the chamber in order, maintaining silence until they were in the corridor. Councillor Pierre, upon exiting, passed the others, who had gathered with aides, demanding coffees and paperwork, and headed to an office where a woman in nondescript clothing sat.
“Give the order. She is to stand down for now,” Pierre said to the woman, who nodded and turned back to a bulky computer. “How do you even use one of those things?”
“I could show you, ma’am, if you wish?” the woman said.
“No, no, there is not time. Perhaps someday. I know the others are all using them, but I have no wish to. Staring at the television gives me a headache, I can only imagine what a computer would do!”
“As you wish, ma’am.”
“Send the message to the Aurora as soon as possible,” Pierre said then exited, heading for the bathroom before the Council session continued.
Council of Kerlile Chamber
August 1st, 1991
“Well, I do not believe that we can provide any more assistance in Bjeorg,” sighed Councillor Joanna Greenwood. “Though I will confess, I am pleasantly surprised at the success of the Aurora in acquiring information. We shall need to look into the activities of the Eirians more in light of what has been provided, but I do not see the benefit of keeping her active at this time.”
“I am inclined to agree,” nodded Sarah Robinson. “It puts the agent at risk, and they are not a priority. Given the direction of recent events, I believe that we will no longer be able to influence things in any significant manner.”
Councillor Angeline Pierre stood, straightening her clothes and glancing around at each Councillor in turn. The Councillors sat in their horseshoe in alphabetical order, the chamber decorated with the brightly coloured family crests of the Council families, and various ceremonial swords dotted around the room. The light was dim around the edges of the chamber, and brighter in the middle of the horseshoe, which was presently empty.
“Councillors, I am pleased you are happy with the Programme. My mother worked hard on training the Auroras, and it is a shame she is not here today to see the success of her work. It was a long-term undertaking, but her legacy lives on in the work we do today. The Aurora in Bjeorg has served us well, and she can continue to serve us. I do not believe she is at risk of discovery.”
“Are we all agreed?” Councillor Eveline Hart asked of the room. The Councillors nodded in unison, all sitting straight as Angeline took her seat once more. “Then this matter is at a close. We will now break for a fifteen-minute recess, and then upon our return we will discuss the proposal by Councillor Camila Hale, on the subject of restricting the access of civilians to new technologies such as personal computers. We will now break.”
The Councillors all bowed to each other as they stood and filed out of the chamber in order, maintaining silence until they were in the corridor. Councillor Pierre, upon exiting, passed the others, who had gathered with aides, demanding coffees and paperwork, and headed to an office where a woman in nondescript clothing sat.
“Give the order. She is to stand down for now,” Pierre said to the woman, who nodded and turned back to a bulky computer. “How do you even use one of those things?”
“I could show you, ma’am, if you wish?” the woman said.
“No, no, there is not time. Perhaps someday. I know the others are all using them, but I have no wish to. Staring at the television gives me a headache, I can only imagine what a computer would do!”
“As you wish, ma’am.”
“Send the message to the Aurora as soon as possible,” Pierre said then exited, heading for the bathroom before the Council session continued.
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