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I see trouble, Jackson said, before anyone else could. Ryan figured it was his background as a fighter pilot to be first in things. They're just out of touch with the rest of the world. The only way to get them back in touch will involve some pain. Not to their people, especially, but sure as hell to the guys who make the decisions.

So, what else is going to go wrong over there? Ryan asked.

Around the coffee table, there were the usual half-humorous snorts that accompany an observation that is neither especially funny nor readily escapable.

Roger that, Arnie, Jackson confirmed.

Nothing new from SORGE today? van Damm asked.

Robby, back when I was in high school, I remember the Cuban Missile Crisis. I remember wondering if the world was going to blow up. But I still had to translate half a page of Caesar's goddamned Gallic Wars, and I saw the President on TV, and I figured things were okay, because he was the President of the United Goddamned States, and he-had to know what was really going on. So, I translated the battle with the Helvetii and slept that night. The President knows, because he's the President, right? Then I become President, and I don't know a damned thing more than I knew the month before, but everybody out there-Ryan waved his arm at the window-thinks I'm fucking omniscient . Ellen he called loudly enough to get through the door.

I have no problems with that. And there's no way I was going to offer them MFN anyway, unless they decide to break down and start acting like civilized people.

And they're the ones who control the guns, van Damm noted.

Robby, back when I was in high school, I remember the Cuban Missile Crisis. I remember wondering if the world was going to blow up. But I still had to translate half a page of Caesar's goddamned Gallic Wars, and I saw the President on TV, and I figured things were okay, because he was the President of the United Goddamned States, and he-had to know what was really going on. So, I translated the battle with the Helvetii and slept that night. The President knows, because he's the President, right? Then I become President, and I don't know a damned thing more than I knew the month before, but everybody out there-Ryan waved his arm at the window-thinks I'm fucking omniscient . Ellen he called loudly enough to get through the door.

Pity, Adler said. I've discussed the take from SORGE with some of my I and R people-always as my own theoretical musings

I have no problems with that. And there's no way I was going to offer them MFN anyway, unless they decide to break down and start acting like civilized people.

I see trouble, Jackson said, before anyone else could. Ryan figured it was his background as a fighter pilot to be first in things. They're just out of touch with the rest of the world. The only way to get them back in touch will involve some pain. Not to their people, especially, but sure as hell to the guys who make the decisions.

That's the problem with good intelligence information. It doesn't agree with what your own people think-assuming they really think at all, the Vice President observed.

Do they? Robby Jackson asked, just before Arnie van Damm could.

Yes, sir. She fished in her pocket and pulled out a fliptop box of Virginia Slims. Ryan took one out, along with the pink butane lighter stashed inside. He lit the smoke and took a long hit. Thanks, Ellen.

And? Jackson asked.

I have no problems with that. And there's no way I was going to offer them MFN anyway, unless they decide to break down and start acting like civilized people.

Ryan shook his head. No, the source doesn't produce something every day.

Roger that, Arnie, Jackson confirmed.

We don't, really, SecState answered. We have a bunch of good people, but the problem is in getting them all to agree on something when we need an important call. They never do, Adler concluded. He frowned before going on. Look, these guys are kings from a different culture. It was already very different from ours long before Marxism arrived, and the thoughts of our old friend Karl only made things worse. They're kings because they have absolute power. There are some limitations on that power, but we don't fully understand what they are, and therefore it's hard for us to enforce or to exploit them. They are Klingons. So, what we need is a Mr. Spock. Got one handy, anyone?

Things will quiet down if the other side has half a brain, Adler said hopefully.

And that's the problem, Adler reminded them all. They think we're the uncivilized ones.

Okay, I am not omniscient, and I'm not perfect, POTUS admitted crossly after the second puff. Now, back to China.

Yes, sir. She fished in her pocket and pulled out a fliptop box of Virginia Slims. Ryan took one out, along with the pink butane lighter stashed inside. He lit the smoke and took a long hit. Thanks, Ellen.

I see trouble, Jackson said, before anyone else could. Ryan figured it was his background as a fighter pilot to be first in things. They're just out of touch with the rest of the world. The only way to get them back in touch will involve some pain. Not to their people, especially, but sure as hell to the guys who make the decisions.

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