The Aeolian Master - Book One - Revival
He and Thorne left the room.
o o o o o
The Galaef was the most powerful man in the Galaxy—a Monarch. Myra contemplated for a moment. It's a
known fact that a Monarchy can be the best or the worst form of government, depending on what type of man
becomes the Monarch. If he's a fair, reasonable, and intelligent man, then it can be a great government, one that
helps the people and their way of life. If he's a greedy and selfish man, the people will suffer. Oftentimes
torture and mutilation, unfair taxes and starvation are forced upon them.
When the Federation computer was constructed and intellectualized by those wise scientists of the past, all
these factors were understood and programmed into the computer. When the computer chooses the new Galaef,
fairness and intelligence are two of the most important characteristics considered.
Once the Galaef is chosen, the computer gives him total control over more than two million inhabited
planets, and, just as importantly, over it—the computer. It becomes his advisor and servant, and always obeys
The computer is programmed to recognize voiceprints and there is no way to falsify them. The Galaef's
voice and no one else's can command the computer within the Computer Planet. And the most important single
factor which comes out of this is the fact that no one can command the Federation warships into battle except
the Galaef. For the supreme leader to declare war, the computer must not only have voice recognition, but
visual recognition as well.
No single planet nor even a solar system has the resources nor the battle fleets that the Federation has, nor
are they allowed to. This makes the Galaef the most powerful person in the galaxy. Unfortunately even the best
of the computer chosen Galaefs can be fallible. And this one, unlike his predecessor, has a fatal characteristic
flaw—he's too trusting.
Myra sat at her desk for another forty-five minutes probing the computer for information, which might help
her, but the possibilities which came back were the same as before. There was no way to keep Thorne from
taking the Galaef captive. I still don't understand how this will help him since he cannot command the
computer on the warships nor on the computer planet.
She had gleaned earlier that Thorne's plans included her as well as the Galaef. She wasn't sure why or in
what way, but since her own plans had been thwarted, she was going to make sure she didn't become his captive
for whatever he had in mind.
"It's time to go home," she said to herself as she rose from behind the desk. "Maybe the council will be
understanding when I tell them what happened," she paused. "But probably not."
The thought of failure and the possible consequences began to set heavily with her as she hurried down the
loading tube. At the end of the tube the air lock was open revealing her personal ten-man destroyer. It was, of
course, guarded by one man even as all the warships on the space platforms were guarded and kept in readiness
for launch. She had chosen her ten-man destroyer because it was the smallest ship capable of hyperspace flight.
As she stepped through the hatch and set her small carrying bag on the deck her glean suddenly told her what
Thorne had in mind for her. It was like being hit in the head with a large stick. She reeled in the horror of it.
She had to force the hysteria away from her mind. She had to calm herself. She kept her hands from shaking.
Thorne was more evil than she had realized.
The guard looked up and snapped to attention.
"Guard," she said in an authoritative tone. Mentally she was still shaking from the sudden revelation, but no
one would notice it on the outside, no one, that is, except another Zorsta.
"Yes ma'am," he snapped. His thick muscular arms were rigid by his side. His chest bulged through the
Myra took control of her mental state of being and forced herself to a state of calmness. She said, "The
Galaef has ordered me to take this ship to Newusa.”
Myra noted the expression on the guard's face. Something was wrong.
"I have orders that no one is to take this ship, including yourself."
"Thorne's orders?" she snapped.
"Yes ma'am," he answered.
She stepped closer to the guard. "Thorne is not the commander of this ship. Are you placing his orders over
that of the Galaef's?"