[tbontob]

Re: ZAX SOCIETY, A Diplomatic Message
posted by: tbontob Posted Less than 1 min ago
Mon, Feb 3 at 12:07:49 EST
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THE LOCATION: THE SEMI-OVAL OFFICE OF ZAX CENTRE
THE TIME: STARDATE: 2405.4
THE PEOPLE: ZAXXON, R2D3, Dip-low-Mac-Sea, Spiii

R2D2 was speaking of the current crises. "The people are going crazy, sir. Thefts and assaults have quadrupled. The only thing to be grateful for is that homicide is down by 20% and that is only because the mind of the populace is on other things."

"What are you talking about?", Zaxxon asked.

"The reward, sir."

"The reward?"

"Yes sir, the reward of 1,000 Zaxxonites for a improved communication device."

"Oh, yes the reward, what about it?"

"Well, it is a fortune, sir. Even a reward of 1,000 Zaxxonoles is a fortune to most people. But to give 1,000 Zaxxonites..."

Zaxxon interrupted, "So what has the reward to do with the crime rate?"

"Well, the stores were quickly sold out of electronic components. After that, the crime rate quickly escalated. People starting ripping electronics out of any source they could find. Half the street lights no longer work and the ones that do is only because the military are guarding the lights that remain. Then the people starting assaulting anyone whom they suspected of hoarding the electronics they needed to create a improved communication device."

R2D2 continued with "Homicide is down only because the people's attention have shifted from dwelling on the rage and anger they have against their spouses, employers etc to creating the new device. Some deaths have occurred due to conflict over acquiring some electronics, but remarkably few so far."

"I see, any other effects?"

"Well industrial production is down because production plants can't get the electronics they need and foodstuffs are in short supply because labour intensive crops are rotting in the fields."

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THE LOCATION: Sod Dum, a provincial capital.

Eston and the nobles were busily packing. The purchase they had made had tripled their baggage. More money had to be spent to buy luggage to store the purchases of days past.

They also had to hire additional porters to carry the baggage and guards to protect the wealth the baggage contained.

Everyone was happily bubbling except Eston. The nobles in particular were happy because they were doing their duty for the society. They dwelled on the enormous sacrifices they had made...sacrifices that should be written up in the history books. They may even be given the title of "Saviours of the Society". They also daydreamed about the effect their new finery would have on their friends and relatives.

The fact that their newfound wealth would raise their stature in Zaxxon circles was something they did not care to dwell upon. They preferred to think and dwell upon the extreme sacrifices they had made to reunite Zaxxon with his Zaxxoness.
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THE LOCATION: THE SEMI-OVAL OFFICE OF ZAX CENTRE
THE PEOPLE: ZAXXON, R2D3, Dip-low-Mac-Sea, Spiii
THE TIME: An hour later.

A courtier rushed in. "Sir, there is a rumour that someone has made contact with the Wreylings."

"Who made the...."

"How did they...."

"When did they make contact?"

The courtier replied with "I know little more. But the city is abuzz with it."

Dip-low-Mac-Sea said, "I will excuse myself from this meeting sir. I would like to prepare a diplomatic message to the Wreyling Empire."

"Do so, and report to me as soon as you have prepared it."

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THE LOCATION: THE SEMI-OVAL OFFICE OF ZAX CENTRE
THE TIME: An hour later
THE PEOPLE: ZAXXON, R2D3, Dip-low-Mac-Sea, Spiii

"So what have you got?" Zaxxon asked.

"This is the message, I would suggest you send." Dip-low-Mac-Sea said and started to read from his prepared document.

"Greetings, God-Emperor of the Wreylings.

May you live and prosper to the full stature of your years.

May you live longer than the normal allotted lifespan given to Wreylings.

May you continue to govern your empire in the style and manner you are accustomed to. In particular may you continue to do more and greater deeds for which you are renowned throughout the universe.

May you exact your most severe revenge against all the enemies who oppose you.

May your enemies suffer the worst possible torture in this world and in hell.

May your enemies' kinfolk and friends suffer in this world and in hell.

May anyone who has said the slightest ill-word against you or your descendants in the next ten thousand years suffer the worst possible torments.

May you be able to exact your revenge in full measure against anyone who expresses any criticism of you or your reign.

May you and your descendants rule the Wreyling Empire for the next 10,000 years and beyond.

If anybody should rise up against you, may they suffer the worst possible torment and their cries of anguish be heard down the centuries as a warning against future uprisings.

If anybody should rule instead of or in place of your descendants, may they suffer the worst possible torments in this life and in hell, forevermore. May their bones ache to their core. May the fleas of 10,000 camels infest their armpits. May the...."

"Enough!", Zaxxon shouted. "If someone sent me this diplomatic message, I would be offended."

Dip-low-Mac-Sea responded with "Yes sir, I agree. It would be offensive to us. But the God-Emperor's reign seems to be...well, somewhat excessive. We don't want to offend such a powerful personage by being diplomatically polite and say nothing. We need to take a positive stance with him in the manner which he understands."

"You really think so?"

"Yes sir, I do. It is imperative we do it this way if we want his support."

Against his better judgement, Zaxxon said, "Then send it as soon as we make contact."