Book 4: Chapter 28: United Federation of Sentients
Will
July 2334
Virt
I stared at the wall of small video windows, wondering for the umpteenth time why I was still doing this. Each window contained the image of a representative of a human colony. The old UN had been replaced by the United Federation of Sentients council, but it was mostly the same bag of rabid spiders, with new faces.
Unfortunately, Bobs as a rule had too much common sense to get stuck with the duty, and I had too much of a sense of duty to listen to my common sense. I couldn’t walk away and leave an empty seat representing the Bobiverse; so here I was, once again listening to a snarling, self-centered, self-absorbed, self-righteous herd of bozos.
Stupid humans.
The current debacle was about how to handle the Pav. There had always been an assumption that they would, in the fullness of time, join the UFS. We’d even made sure the name wasn’t human-centric, in order to avoid any issues of perceived bias.
Might as well not have bothered. The Pav had made it pretty clear that they weren’t interested. Also that they would come and go as they damned well pleased. The Newholme and Pangea colonies were stopping just short of threatening to shoot down any Pav vessel that passed within the Kuiper line of their systems.
At the moment, Ser Lambert of Pangea was just winding down. She glared at the council, or at their video windows at least, and sat down. Dozens of request lights immediately lit up. The Chair recognized the representative from Newfoundland on Asgard, Ser Wahl.