"Welco to the first eting of the Sirius Zone Redevelopnt Authority," said Elena Park, surveying the six other mbers.
They were Eliot Thompson of Thompson’s Suiting, a high-end nswear store - the male counterpart to Margaret’s The Feminine Professional, Fr. Joseph Xavier, the principal of St. Ignatius Academy, Congressman Michael DuPont, who also owned DuPont Holdings, a service and hospitality conglorate, Margaret Smith herself from The Feminine Professional, Ivan Zakhrov, representing the residents of Fenrir Township - the largest residential area in the Sirius Zone, and finally Richard Hastings, commissioner of the SZPD.
"First item on the agenda, is how this thing is supposed to work. Each of you represents one sector of the Sirius Zone, and you are expected to bring the concerns of your sector to this body. We will then deliberate and co up with solutions that work for everyone. Resolutions can be put to vote, with as president having tie-breaking and veto powers. Any questions?" asked Elena.
"Why isn’t Mr. Aaron Zakhrov here? He’s the owner of Sirius Software after all," asked Eliot.
"He directly controls and manages Sirius Software and its holdings, this body is ant to be more representative of the people and businesses of the Sirius Zone," replied Elena.
"All right. So what’s the first order of business?" asked Eliot.
"First order of business is the status of the SZPD now that the Boston Police Departnt has been reford. Commissioner Hastings, would you like to start?" asked Elena.
"The SZPD currently has 400 active officers. Our numbers are enough for the entire Sirius Zone, but we have a problem," said Richard, pulling up a map of the Sirius Zone on the screen behind him.
"The Sirius Zone is 384 square kiloters, and divided into six 8 km by 8 km sectors. Technically, Pine Springs falls under the Sirius Zone, but its residents have protested their inclusion, and they fall under the jurisdiction of the new Boston Police Departnt. Which ans that this 4 km by 4 km area here, is our problem area," he said, pointing to a section of the map.
"How is that a problem?" asked Ivan.
"The Pine Springs neighborhood is in a transition phase. A lot of the residents have moved out, and new residents are moving in. The problem is that these new residents are not the typical suburban families. They are mostly inner-city Blacks, and LGBTQ groups who are moving in. Ordinarily, that’s no problem, but these guys have ACAB written all over them," said Richard.
Ivan suppressed a shudder.
"In other words, they are there to stir up trouble and bring the community down," he said grimly.
"That’s one way of putting it," said Richard.
"Very well, what are our options? We need to maintain law and order in the rest of the sector," asked Elena.
"Pine Springs falls under the jurisdiction of the Boston PD’s 27th precinct. One option is to set up a liaison outpost just outside Palm Springs. Another option is to beef up our patrols in the border areas around Pine Springs," said Richard.
"Hmm, I’m authorizing you to do both. All in favor?" asked Elena.
Everyone raised their hands.
"Excellent, motion passed. Next item on the agenda, is from Mr. Thompson," she said.
"There has been a steady rise in both upkeep of infrastructure, and of petty vandalism such as littering in and around my establishnt. It appears that the residents are simply unaware of how to properly present and carry themselves, despite the great strides made by both my store and Margaret’s. I propose that all comrcial establishnts in the Sirius Zone implent a proper attire admission policy, along with civic sense awareness drives," said Eliot.
"Why does that sound extrely snobbish and racist?" asked Fr. Joseph.
"It’s Mr. Thompson’s British Accent. He makes even the most reasonable of suggestions sound snobbish," giggled Margaret.
"I’m not being exclusionary, but I am concerned with the level of civility in the Sirius Zone. A lack of decorum leads to a lack of respect, which leads to a breakdown of society. We need to set standards," said Eliot.
"I know. I’ve lost count of the tis I’ve had to remind a few of my students that the civil rights movent is over," sighed Fr. Joseph.
Michael raised his hand.
"I’m fine with the civic awareness drives, but I don’t think we should enforce a zone-wide dress code," he said.
"Oh, I’m not advocating for that at all. What I’m proposing is that all comrcial establishnts must be required to clearly communicate their dress and admission policies. For example, a hot dog stand in a park can cater to everyone, but they must say as much, anwhile a Michelin star restaurant can require formal attire, but they must also say as much," explained Eliot.
"In other words you want a proper attire admission policy as a regulatory requirent," said Michael.
"Yes, exactly," said Eliot.
"All right, any other comnts or objections?" asked Elena.
"No. Everything is cleared up now. I was just scared that we were going to roll out Sirius Software’s crazy-ass dress code to the entire zone," said Michael.
"As tempting as that sound’s I’m not proposing a blanket like that," chuckled Eliot.
"All right, all in favor?" asked Elena.
Everyone raised their hands.
"Motion passed. Next item. Why Mr. DuPont! You’re proposing a relaxation on emissions?" she asked.
"Yes, the zero emissions thing is complete nonsense. And I’m also proposing that the SZRA waive all carbon taxes, and pay a minimum to the rest of the city," said Michael.
"As an owner of a BMW M5, I second that," chuckled Ivan.
"Besides. If the green crowd makes a fuss, we can just say that we’ve got a surplus of trees thanks to our president’s urban reforestation initiative," said Michael, giving Elena a wink that made her blush.
"A-hem, all in favor?" she asked, her cheeks still pink.
Everyone raised their hands.
"Motion passed. I believe that concludes our eting. Thank you all for your participation," said Elena.
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"This long ga isn’t working out! Aaron Zakhrov has his own damn fiefdom complete with a missile grid and a police force!" snarled Monica, slamming a report on the table.
"I’m inclined to agree with you Monica. This isn’t working out the way we planned," said Daniel.
"Well, what do you suggest we do now?" asked Elijah.
"I believe that I have a solution. We block his access to raw materials," said Daniel.
"And how do you propose we do that?" asked Monica.
"Let introduce you to our Chinese ally, Mr. Li Wei. He’s in charge of China’s semiconductor alliance," said Daniel, as a gaunt Chinese man bowed politely.
"Well?" asked Monica.
"The Chinese semiconductor alliance is willing to embargo Sirius Software, Albrecht Nuclear Systems and Yamamoto Corporation. They will be cut off from off-the-shelf chips and components, and they will not have access even to our fabs," said Li Wei.
"Hmm, that will definitely send them to the Stone Age. Why so eager though?" asked Monica.
"Let’s just say that their unholy alliance has threatened our own naval interests. If they think they can sell a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier to Japan, they are sorely mistaken," said Li Wei.
"All right. Let’s do it. And get our allies in the EU as well. They are not getting access to any form of modern electronics," said Monica.
"On it," said Elijah.
----
"Well, Aaron. Looks like you really are a lightning rod for trouble," said Friedrich over a video call.
"So it would seem. I’ve just confird that we’ve been blacklisted by every semiconductor fab and chip manufacturer," said Aaron grimly.
"Yeah, well. We’ve got enough stockpiled to last maybe a quarter, but after that, we’re screwed," said Friedrich.
"A quarter eh? Sounds like I need to accelerate my next phase of vertical integration," mused Aaron.
"Even if you can pull off CPU and GPU designs, you’re looking at a worldwide blacklist of both fabs and fab equipnt. You won’t be able to make anything," said Friedrich.
"Saladin, would you be interested in Sirius Software investing in a semiconductor fab in Libya?" asked Aaron, as Saladin joined the call.
"Haha! Sounds like a plan. I’ve got plenty of sand," chuckled Saladin.
"We’ve got a friendly country, Friedrich. Now all we need is to get the infrastructure up and running," said Aaron.
"Knowing you, it might just work. It’s a race against the clock then," said Friedrich.
"Indeed it is," said Aaron, cutting the call.
"Ti to show the silicon mafia that there’s a new player in town, and he doesn’t back down," he chuckled, pulling up VLSI schematics for a CPU design on his computer.
----
Annette watched as a moving truck pulled up to the house opposite hers.
Palm Springs was in a strange state of flux. The families and residents that had been there when she had moved in, had mostly moved out, and new residents were moving in.
Most of these new residents were African-Arican single mothers with children, or LGBTQ groups.
A petite yet androgynous figure got out of the moving truck, and waved to her.
"Hello, my na is Sky, pronouns they/them," said the figure, walking up to Annette’s porch.
"Hi, I’m Annette, pronouns she/her," said Annette, shaking Sky’s hand.
"Nice to et you, Annette. It’s so exciting to be moving here. I’ve just got a new teaching post at Boston Public School," said Sky.
"What a coincidence! I teach there too, high-school English," said Annette.
"Oh wow! I’m teaching 2nd grade," said Sky.
"That’s great. If you need any help settling in, just let know," said Annette.
"Now that you ntion it, how about we start a carpool? Save the environnt, you know," said Sky with a grin.
"You just want to save on Uber and don’t want to bike all the way to school," chuckled Annette, noticing that Sky didn’t have a car, and the moving truck driver had just unloaded a bicycle.
"Well, yes. But it’s also about the environnt," said Sky, blushing slightly.
"All right, not a problem. Say, how about you co in for so coffee? I have vegan milk and everything," said Annette.
"That would be lovely, thank you," said Sky, following Annette into her house.
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Mikaela crept downstairs at the sound of Annette’s and Sky’s voices.
She peeked into the living room to see Annette and Sky sitting on the couch, sipping coffee.
She squinted a bit at Sky’s appearance.
Sky had short-cropped hair, and was wearing a very loose-fitting hoodie and baggy jeans.
Their hands were slim and dainty like a girl’s, but their clothes and haircut made it hard to tell.
"Mikaela, there you are! Co and say hi to Sky. They just moved in, and might be your new teacher," said Annette, noticing Mikaela.
Mikaela approached Sky cautiously.
"Hello Mikaela, I’m Sky, pronouns they/them," said Sky, holding out their hand.
Mikaela hesitated for a mont, then shook Sky’s hand.
"H-hello," she said, shyly before scooting behind Annette.
"Don’t be shy, Mikaela. Sky is really nice," said Annette.
"Yes, I am. I love kids," said Sky with a warm smile.
"Are you a boy or a girl?" asked Mikaela, eyeing Sky warily.
"Neither, I’m non-binary," said Sky.
"What’s that?" asked Mikaela,
"Well, so people feel like they are neither a boy nor a girl. They feel like they are both, or sowhere in between," explained Sky.
Mikaela nodded uncertainly.
"Anyway, I should get going. I’ve got a lot of unpacking to do," said Sky, standing up.
"All right, it was nice eting you Mikaela. See you at school," said Sky, waving as they left.
"Well isn’t this exciting! A new neighbor, and a new teacher," said Annette, once Sky had left.
"I guess," said Mikaela, retreating back upstairs.
"Don’t worry, Mikaela. Sky is really nice. You’ll like them," said Annette, clearing away the coffee cups.
"Yeah, sure," mumbled Mikaela, as she went back to her room.
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