The corporation who has decided to sponsor the Petropolis wasted no time in breaking ground, (so to speak.) They have created this huge floating mass and are busy anchoring the base. It is approximately 350 km outside of Karpland. Construction has begun and I am happy to say that although we are succumbing to commercialism, I feel we are in a good position. It will strengthen our economy and expands our work and living situation. But our major problem seems to still be hanging over our heads. What to do with Ash?
I called another meeting. This time I asked Max and Aaron to sit in. Max is our informant since he/she is part of the police and loyal to Katherine.
“Perhaps”, Evelyn began, “Aaron can sedate him, then we can chain him up.”
“And how should I sedate him Evelyn? By giving him a sympathetic pat, on the head, with a hammer?” Aaron was getting very annoyed. I could see he felt put upon. “Aaron, like it or not, you are part of the decision making process, now deal with it.” I was pretty pissed off myself.
“Ivan all you care about is money. You basically sold the Petropolis to some big company in the hopes of building a factory that will produce some stupid power drink that is basically poison. Do you really expect me to go along with all this?” His voice was getting louder and I could see he was turning red.
“Yes I expect you to go along with it. I think we can buy our way out of here or at least make it comfortable. You hold the key to making us a fortune. Unfortunately Ash has gotten out of control and refuses to calm down. He is turning this place into more of a living hell than it was to begin with. Most of the police are crazy and some have been locked up. Either that or he kills them. They are interfering with our tourist trade, which in my mind is our major source of revenue. That’s not good! If we have another product like U-Buzz, it’s another bargaining chip. I can’t have him continue to bully us into oblivion. I don’t want this place to fall victim to a dictator and that’s the direction I think we are headed in. So yes, perhaps in your opinion I care a little too much about money. You might think about caring a little more about it so you too can resolve your debts and buy your way out of here.” I was fuming to say the least.
“Ivan” Aaron began, “I don’t want to leave. I’ve been here so long I don’t think I could adjust to the outside world. It’s like when you spend years in jail, then you are released and expected to return to society. I don’t think I can go back.” He put his head down and I could see he was hiding his tears. God what a fucking mess we created.