We finished our coffee and Dr. Calvin began to talk about the development of the last fifty years.
‘Earth became too small for nations and the change from nations to Regions was begun by robots. I’m thinking of a man who died last years.’ Her voice was suddenly deeply sad. ‘He arranged to die, because he knew that we needs him no longer. Stephen Byerlay.’
‘Yes, I guessed that you were talking about him.’
‘He first entered government in 2032. You were only a boy then so you won’t remember his strange election as City Governor…’
Francis Quinn was a politician, and he came to see. Alfred Lanning with a problem.
Quinn’s voice was friendly. ‘I think you know Stephen Byerlay?’
Dr. Lanning, sitting at the other side of the desk, frowned impatiently. ‘I have heard of him. I believe he may be our next City Governor.’
‘That right. At the moment he’s only lawyer. But if enough people vote for him at the election, three months from now, he will became the next governor.’
Lanning was becoming impatient. ‘Mr. Quinn, I have no interest in politicians