SiTU MEMO 5:

" I ask permission to speak."

The meeting fell silent. Commander Orlov awoke from a silent slumber. All reports had been well. The planet was about to selfdestruct. The dominant human species were hopelessly drifting towards total destruction. There was hardly any effect, when completing the operation, measurable on futute timeframes. The people were that desperate, that they were awaiting destruction. Hoping to be killed in some kind of disaster. Totally ignoring that they were totally following an, implanted, deathwish. People were living their life, if everyday was their last. And they werre right, even though they had no idea how terrible their fate would be. A quick death was a blessing, for them all. But this was impossible. Some humans were precious, to precious to waste. Their genes, ferocity, manpower and sexual distraction were in high demand. The slavetraders would be the first to move in.

" I ask permission to speak." Orlov knew immediately, who had disrupted the beautiful harmony of this meeting. It was the only Earthling , he knew of, whio had fought his way into the Imperial hierarchy being the legitimate heir to this solar system. He wore simple black clothes, with a seven-pointed star; a provocation Orlov thougnt, on his chest.