Year 2055,
Commodore Natasha Coles’ office, Earth.
“And here’s our 5 year plan, for your approval, of course“
“I thought those were hings of the past, governor Whitehouse”
The last increment was a disappointment. The previous government was almost thrown out of office after the unrest for overcrowding and unemployment skyrocketed.
Natasha was at her desk, reviewing the papers. A quick peek around economy and budgeting, but her interest was on the military situation. Sophia Whitehouse was lost in her thoughts. “Those boffins. Lot of potential, but not a single accomplishment. What the hell are we supposed to do with that absurd naval shipyard” It was so big, it could be seen by naked eye, even from the commodore office in the polluted city of Fairfax. “But this is what you get for living in a utopia, I guess. Some mad scientist who lived under a mountain for dozen years discovers new elements and becomes the new megacorporations pop star; one second later he’s got so much credits to become the new Human Governor.”
“To be fair with the system” Natasha knew when to interrupt the governor - they knew each other from the years in the academy; pretty much everyone in the relevant positions on government was, in fact, from the Washington academy. Its courses gave good credits to attendant, boasting anyone career into politics, for a price - “those boffins where thrown out as fast as they got in. Credits for personal successes last shortly.”
They talked about this for a long time. The scientist stubbornness with research and development left Earth with a grave mineral shortage. Specially neutronium and mercassium, two of those new materials, were sought, dug and depleted for research purposes. The first part of the plan was to use those new technologies to get out this situation. The military branch was particularly vocal about neutronium shortage, while the private sector was on the verge of uprising for not getting a share of the new opportunities. Something had to be done; fast.
