Sunday March 15, 2015
Book 15: Delegates and Delegation — Part III: Conflagration


NARRATOR: New Year's Day, 3100 C.E., Dom Atlantis...

BREYA: *broadcasting* Fellow citizens, as we mourn for those who have fallen, let us honor their memory by reflecting upon how we were attacked.

Our enemies, who will not go unpunished, sought to turn us against each other.

BREYA: They saw our squabbles, and fine-tuned their strike to amplify our internal strife.

We can now protect ourselves from the weapons our enemies employed, but we can erect no wall to shield ourselves from one another.

BREYA: Longevity treatments are rolling out even now, and all indications are that you and I will be around for a long time to come.

I've heard it said that life is too short to turn away from a friendship.  Well, life is about to become far too long to be spent nurturing enmity.

BREYA: As the interim Secretary General I can encourage and exhort, but cannot pass an actual law that says "be nice to each other."

Even if I could, I doubt anyone could enforce it.

But if we cannot be nice to one another, if we cannot respectfully disagree, and find the common ground amid our differences, none of our laws will be enforceable.

BREYA: If you're watching this and are cheering me on as I take "the other guy" to task for being little more than an animal, you are part of the problem.

BREYA: Happy new century, everybody.  Make plans to see the turn of the next one, and make sure those plans include lots of new friends.

HABAN: That speech isn't going to win any elections.

BREYA: Long or short, life is too precious to be spent worrying about winning elections.