Equiis Pact Diplomacy
"The five species of the Allied Interstellar Federation have regrettably declined your offer, but it was a very close vote. Nearly every Abh voted for acceptance, but the Dolphins turned the tide, they're quite independently minded. As the president, I personally wish that the public had agreed to join you. Only through peace and diplomacy can harmony be created. Someday we will join you, or perhaps you will join us. Maybe we'll both join some other alliance. Whatever happens, I promise that there will be a day that the species of our two great powers will live side by side as equals, but it seems like the public simply isn't ready. However, the Boskops have been able to get the majority of us onboard with a scientific partnership if you are interested. To complement that, the Abh are pushing a free transit bill almost exactly the same as your immigration/emigration policies as laid out in the treaty. In fact, the evidence seems to say that the only reason we didn't join is the Dolphins being opposed to it. They simply are not ready, the only reason they stay with us is because they feel like they owe us something. Once they have become sufficiently powerful, I think they will be more comfortable with us joining. Again, I am sorry this didn't work out."
Terran Manufacturing Conglomerate HQ, Earth Asteroid Field
A single ball rolled down a ramp, plowing through levers that made other balls start rolling. Then those balls made other balls roll in a similar way, creating a ridiculous looking cascade of metal balls visible through a layer of glass separating the contraption from the outside world. As men and women of five species looked on with their respective viewing organs, those balls rolling along smoothly on the wimple machine known as an inclined plane collided with multiple different levers, which dropped weights down onto old mechanical scales. Shifting the balance, the weights sent the other side of the scales up, causing flaps to open. Laser sensors recorded those openings, and blew off bulkheads protecting the whole compartment from the vacuum of space. The balls, forgotten by the onlookers, were flushed out as the air rapidly evacuated the chamber. A few hit yet more levers, each one of them completing a circuit that caused a computer to be powered up. The computer then ran a program coded using the Spaghetti language, most definitely named for turning your brain into spaghetti. The program caused the computer to electrically flip a lever (Using 200,000 lines of code). That lever sent a single ball rolling, which hit a button on a conventional drink dispenser which did its job perfectly by dispensing coffee into a cup. That cup was then picked up by newly elected CEO Robert McClain, who had been nominated by Dmitri and Fergus mainly because he seemingly held true to the economic values of the humans. He was a McClain after all. The Scots-Irish clan had always held true to the (mostly) Socialist ideals of Fergus McClain.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, those who do not wish to be put into either category. It is my honor to take my place was CEO of the Terran Manufacturing Conglomerate. I promise to bring glory to our company, because we can't make more profit than other companies due to our stu-... stupendous economic system! Now, let me tell you. This job is going to be so much better than my old one. Why? Because this is a manufacturing company, we build things. We're the builders that create things that the thinkers dream up, for use by the doers out there in the field. People like my brother Fergus, fighting for our great nation's allies. Of course, you'd never hear him call himself a doer. He fashions himself as all three at once!"
The room laughed, well, the Ethra'Hirel kind of hissed, but due to neural updates everyone recognized it as nothing more than a unique laugh.
"This contraption that just delivered me coffee represents something. it's not what we're going to do, so don't worry about me being some kind of insane Rube-Goldberg enthusiast. Well, I am, just not the insane bit. Anyways, that contraption represents the current way of doing things. I plan to streamline the process a bit, but also add in some more quality control. Because this coffee tastes like molten metal and diesel fuel. If this coffee was a starship, it would have been destroyed by now, probably by something dumb like a Fath compression accident. The ships built under my plan will be much safer, like coffee that tastes like it didn't go through a decompression incident!"
"The five species of the Allied Interstellar Federation have regrettably declined your offer, but it was a very close vote. Nearly every Abh voted for acceptance, but the Dolphins turned the tide, they're quite independently minded. As the president, I personally wish that the public had agreed to join you. Only through peace and diplomacy can harmony be created. Someday we will join you, or perhaps you will join us. Maybe we'll both join some other alliance. Whatever happens, I promise that there will be a day that the species of our two great powers will live side by side as equals, but it seems like the public simply isn't ready. However, the Boskops have been able to get the majority of us onboard with a scientific partnership if you are interested. To complement that, the Abh are pushing a free transit bill almost exactly the same as your immigration/emigration policies as laid out in the treaty. In fact, the evidence seems to say that the only reason we didn't join is the Dolphins being opposed to it. They simply are not ready, the only reason they stay with us is because they feel like they owe us something. Once they have become sufficiently powerful, I think they will be more comfortable with us joining. Again, I am sorry this didn't work out."
Terran Manufacturing Conglomerate HQ, Earth Asteroid Field
A single ball rolled down a ramp, plowing through levers that made other balls start rolling. Then those balls made other balls roll in a similar way, creating a ridiculous looking cascade of metal balls visible through a layer of glass separating the contraption from the outside world. As men and women of five species looked on with their respective viewing organs, those balls rolling along smoothly on the wimple machine known as an inclined plane collided with multiple different levers, which dropped weights down onto old mechanical scales. Shifting the balance, the weights sent the other side of the scales up, causing flaps to open. Laser sensors recorded those openings, and blew off bulkheads protecting the whole compartment from the vacuum of space. The balls, forgotten by the onlookers, were flushed out as the air rapidly evacuated the chamber. A few hit yet more levers, each one of them completing a circuit that caused a computer to be powered up. The computer then ran a program coded using the Spaghetti language, most definitely named for turning your brain into spaghetti. The program caused the computer to electrically flip a lever (Using 200,000 lines of code). That lever sent a single ball rolling, which hit a button on a conventional drink dispenser which did its job perfectly by dispensing coffee into a cup. That cup was then picked up by newly elected CEO Robert McClain, who had been nominated by Dmitri and Fergus mainly because he seemingly held true to the economic values of the humans. He was a McClain after all. The Scots-Irish clan had always held true to the (mostly) Socialist ideals of Fergus McClain.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, those who do not wish to be put into either category. It is my honor to take my place was CEO of the Terran Manufacturing Conglomerate. I promise to bring glory to our company, because we can't make more profit than other companies due to our stu-... stupendous economic system! Now, let me tell you. This job is going to be so much better than my old one. Why? Because this is a manufacturing company, we build things. We're the builders that create things that the thinkers dream up, for use by the doers out there in the field. People like my brother Fergus, fighting for our great nation's allies. Of course, you'd never hear him call himself a doer. He fashions himself as all three at once!"
The room laughed, well, the Ethra'Hirel kind of hissed, but due to neural updates everyone recognized it as nothing more than a unique laugh.
"This contraption that just delivered me coffee represents something. it's not what we're going to do, so don't worry about me being some kind of insane Rube-Goldberg enthusiast. Well, I am, just not the insane bit. Anyways, that contraption represents the current way of doing things. I plan to streamline the process a bit, but also add in some more quality control. Because this coffee tastes like molten metal and diesel fuel. If this coffee was a starship, it would have been destroyed by now, probably by something dumb like a Fath compression accident. The ships built under my plan will be much safer, like coffee that tastes like it didn't go through a decompression incident!"
