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Obedience
© 2025 by Walter Reimer
Graphs and columns of numbers danced in the air over Anulka-Mei Balakrishnan’s desktop as she went over the data one last time. She was scheduled to speak to the heads of the Chamber of Deputies’ Defense Committee about their spending later in the morning, and she’d made little secret of the fact that she felt the funds could be better spent elsewhere. The Empire was at peace with the Colonies and the Kashlani, and were demilitarizing. Granted, the Admiral-General was modernizing the Fleet, but that was to be expected.
The charts shifted to one side as another emitter activated, displaying lines of text. An incoming call, and not on voice? “Accept,” Balakrishnan said, the Dhole-Akita’s curly tail snapping back and forth in irritation.
“We sent you a message,” the text read. The line was swiftly replaced by, ”And we have spoken about a word in the right place at the right time.”
Balakrishnan leaned with almost studied nonchalance against her desk, surreptitiously touching two buttons. One began recording the conversation while the other alerted the two techs that ‘M’ had assigned to her for just such a contingency. “If we’ve spoken, why contact me by text?” she asked.
“This is easier,” the text read. “You are to speak about military spending. Specifically, against it.”
“Yes,” she said warily.
“You will support the military outlays,” the caller said.
The canine raised an eyebrow as she frowned. “Why?”
“That is not your concern. Your concern is merely to obey and remember what will happen if you do not.”
And there it was, she thought. “Surely you can give me some reason,” she said. “Why willfully provoke the Kashlani? We’re supposed to be disarming.”
“You know all you need to know, Minister,” and the call terminated. It was immediately replaced by a tall oryx femme, one of the Intelligence technicians.
“Did you get it?” Balakrishnan asked perfunctorily.
The oryx nodded. “Yes, Minister. We will be sending our analysis to the Director as quickly as possible.” She and the other tech, a pangolin, had been read in on the matter. “Thank you for your cooperation.”
***
Later, the oryx and the pangolin stood before the roebuck’s desk as ‘M’ read their analysis, cross-checking it against a few sources only he knew.
When he was done, he raised one eyebrow.
© 2025 by Walter Reimer
Graphs and columns of numbers danced in the air over Anulka-Mei Balakrishnan’s desktop as she went over the data one last time. She was scheduled to speak to the heads of the Chamber of Deputies’ Defense Committee about their spending later in the morning, and she’d made little secret of the fact that she felt the funds could be better spent elsewhere. The Empire was at peace with the Colonies and the Kashlani, and were demilitarizing. Granted, the Admiral-General was modernizing the Fleet, but that was to be expected.
The charts shifted to one side as another emitter activated, displaying lines of text. An incoming call, and not on voice? “Accept,” Balakrishnan said, the Dhole-Akita’s curly tail snapping back and forth in irritation.
“We sent you a message,” the text read. The line was swiftly replaced by, ”And we have spoken about a word in the right place at the right time.”
Balakrishnan leaned with almost studied nonchalance against her desk, surreptitiously touching two buttons. One began recording the conversation while the other alerted the two techs that ‘M’ had assigned to her for just such a contingency. “If we’ve spoken, why contact me by text?” she asked.
“This is easier,” the text read. “You are to speak about military spending. Specifically, against it.”
“Yes,” she said warily.
“You will support the military outlays,” the caller said.
The canine raised an eyebrow as she frowned. “Why?”
“That is not your concern. Your concern is merely to obey and remember what will happen if you do not.”
And there it was, she thought. “Surely you can give me some reason,” she said. “Why willfully provoke the Kashlani? We’re supposed to be disarming.”
“You know all you need to know, Minister,” and the call terminated. It was immediately replaced by a tall oryx femme, one of the Intelligence technicians.
“Did you get it?” Balakrishnan asked perfunctorily.
The oryx nodded. “Yes, Minister. We will be sending our analysis to the Director as quickly as possible.” She and the other tech, a pangolin, had been read in on the matter. “Thank you for your cooperation.”
***
Later, the oryx and the pangolin stood before the roebuck’s desk as ‘M’ read their analysis, cross-checking it against a few sources only he knew.
When he was done, he raised one eyebrow.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Canine (Other)
Size 120 x 77px
File Size 36 kB
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TBH, the Muse put it together yesterday while I was driving through the interminable wilderness that is northern Louisiana and southern Arkansas. Seriously, hundreds of miles of two-lane highway with NOTHING.
So my mind was free to roam. I wrote and posted this morning before breakfast up in Little Rock.
So my mind was free to roam. I wrote and posted this morning before breakfast up in Little Rock.
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