Project 6270
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Project 6270
Seated in his office reserved for SCUE operations in a sidewing of
some old YAMO's office building, Giles Melang awaited a phone call. A
single phone call. From any representative of any SCUE member
nation.
The shiny black plastic of the rotary phone glistened with the
reflection of the light from the lamp on the desk which flickered
with the building's old electrical system, which had not been
repaired in ages. In the reflection Giles Melang thought he
saw a ghostly figure holding a giant blade of some sort. Oh, no--
the grim reaper!
It was, of course, only Mr Melang's imagination.
Before long, it was midnight. He had still received no calls.
Therefore, having received no votes either in favor or opposed, his
dear proposed amendment to the SCUE treaty, the crucial component
of his Project 6270 plan to revive activity on SCUE, had failed to pass.
Project 6270 had failed.
Mr Melang sighed and grimaced, then slowly typed out the ominous results
of amendment vote on his typewriter. He rolled out the sheet of paper,
signed it, and then, no secretary being available at this late hour,
enclosed it in an envelope, on which he himself put a stamp and
delivered to the mail drop in the hall. The letter would be filed away
in some far flung filing cabinet and confirm the results of the vote for future
generations of historians.
He then retreated to the office and sat in silence for a few more minutes.
Then he picked up the phone. He made a phone call, first to the press:
"Why yes, the results were Yea 0, Nay 0, and Abstain 0. Yes, no votes
were received at all. Do you need me to repeat myself? No votes."
Then he though back to his words when he had first announced Project 6270:
He then picked up his phone and made another call:
"Rabbit, this is Tortoise...The sheep herd did not follow the dog...I repeat,
the sheep herd did not follow the dog...Very, well...Goodbye, rabbit."
some old YAMO's office building, Giles Melang awaited a phone call. A
single phone call. From any representative of any SCUE member
nation.
The shiny black plastic of the rotary phone glistened with the
reflection of the light from the lamp on the desk which flickered
with the building's old electrical system, which had not been
repaired in ages. In the reflection Giles Melang thought he
saw a ghostly figure holding a giant blade of some sort. Oh, no--
the grim reaper!
It was, of course, only Mr Melang's imagination.
Before long, it was midnight. He had still received no calls.
Therefore, having received no votes either in favor or opposed, his
dear proposed amendment to the SCUE treaty, the crucial component
of his Project 6270 plan to revive activity on SCUE, had failed to pass.
Project 6270 had failed.
Mr Melang sighed and grimaced, then slowly typed out the ominous results
of amendment vote on his typewriter. He rolled out the sheet of paper,
signed it, and then, no secretary being available at this late hour,
enclosed it in an envelope, on which he himself put a stamp and
delivered to the mail drop in the hall. The letter would be filed away
in some far flung filing cabinet and confirm the results of the vote for future
generations of historians.
He then retreated to the office and sat in silence for a few more minutes.
Then he picked up the phone. He made a phone call, first to the press:
"Why yes, the results were Yea 0, Nay 0, and Abstain 0. Yes, no votes
were received at all. Do you need me to repeat myself? No votes."
Then he though back to his words when he had first announced Project 6270:
"If the Treaty changes are not approved by a majority, I do have a
backup plan. A "Plan B". However it involves more work and may result in
some SCUE member nations not realizing the full benefits of my ideas. "
He then picked up his phone and made another call:
"Rabbit, this is Tortoise...The sheep herd did not follow the dog...I repeat,
the sheep herd did not follow the dog...Very, well...Goodbye, rabbit."