And now we get to move on to Part VI... maybe I'll actually get some comments on this post? I'm thinking about making a contest where you get pts by commenting... back to that later...
Part VI: Truth or Mere Politics?
Date: Amanela 2nd, 114 A.U.
“Well, Justin, I must say that regardless of whether or not the speech was merely for political purposes, or whether she truly meant everything she said, that was really a great speech,” the newscaster said.
“Well, I can’t disagree with you there, Reagan!” Justin said. “Either way we look at it, that was a very motivational and moving speech; very nicely planned there by Governor Astrid. Although, as we have been hinting at, there has been some controversy about whether or not the Governor actually meant everything she said, or if she was merely using here platform as the leader of the Remembrance Session as a façade for her campaign purposes.”
“And that’s something that a lot of members from Iraina’s political team has really called foul on,” Reagan said. “Although we have yet to get an official response from Iraina himself, a lot of prominent members in his campaign team have really denounced Astrid for unjustly using her position to try to sway votes to her cause.”
“And really,” Justin said, “Iraina’s campaign team needs everything that they can get to pull ahead. Recent polls show Astrid still at a 30% lead in the polls, which, although it is great, really, I think it’s pretty impressive for someone running against Astrid to get.”
“Which brings us to our next talking point,” Reagan said. “Has Astrid weakened over the years? Just ten years ago, we all would have thought it impossible for someone to actually have a slight bit of a fighting chance against Astrid. After really saving many from the elvish destruction, she’s had the Governorship of Araelia for 112 years now. But now, we actually have someone opposing Astrid, and doing a pretty darn good job at that. Let’s look at what Reed, the lead spokesman for Iraina, has to say about this.”
A video popped up on the television screen of Reed, a dark-colored man who was standing behind a podium. “Well, we also saw it,” Reed said. “Quite a big speech coming from Governor Astrid. But what I want to ask you is, does she really mean it? As we all know, throughout her last 28 terms of being governor, she has stuck to a very non-militaristic very passive view to how we should interact with the elves. And now, all of a sudden, once Iraina comes up saying that we should actively fight against the elves, now she says that we should fight against them? I don’t know what you think, but I think that this is mere political talk, campaign promises, aimed at to do nothing else but to try and win this political campaign instead of actually thinking about what is best for Araelia. Furthermore-“
Astrid turned off the television. She was going to have to get to the hospital soon to perform her duties as a nurse, and she didn’t feel like continuing to listen to all the talk about what Governor Astrid truly meant by her speech. Astrid had managed to get to the Remembrance Ceremony only an hour late, which although it meant that she had to skip half of the dances and presentations, she had still been able to see half of the dances and presentations and also seen the Remembrance Session, a session of which she was sure would write down its name in history.
Astrid thought that Governor Astrid, her namesake, had been telling the truth when she had added on to the last part of the session. She seemed to sincere to just be doing it all for political garbage. Astrid shook her head. Enough of thinking about politics and true meanings behind words. She was supposed to get to the hospital. And she wasn’t going to be late because she was thinking of nonsense.
“Good thing you’re here, Astrid,” the secretary said, ruffling through a folder. “A man named Jeffrey Taylor has just arrived here. He was transported here by ambulance because of a heart attack. All of the other doctors are currently employed or still trying to get here, and so as head nurse, I’d like you to go take charge of the situation. He is in emergency room 3”
“Right away, ma’am,” Astrid said and quickly hurried down the corridor to emergency room 3. She hoped that it wasn’t so bad that she wouldn’t able to perform the duties by herself. She could probably get promoted pretty well in the system if she was able to pull this one through.
“And here’s the computer’s report on Mr. Taylor,” the nurse said. “I haven’t had time to look at it yet, so…”
“Thank you,” Astrid said, quickly scanning the computer report. She paused, and her head cocked, and she tapped at the figure. This was odd… this didn’t seem to look like a normal heart attack would… Although to the more untrained mind it would, Astrid knew for certain that this wasn’t usual. The heart attack seemed much too weak to do such damage…
Astrid opened her mouth to speak when suddenly there was a gasping noise. Astrid turned to see Mr. Taylor, on the operating table, jerk up, staring intently at Astrid, and then his eyes went dull and his limp body collapsed to the table. And the heart beat meter let out a high pitched sound of alarm.
Astrid left the room, a bit shaken, and still quite puzzled. It was indeed the eighth death that she had seen in person, but that didn’t avoid the chill that flew through her bones. And she still didn’t understand the computer report. None of it made sense. The heart attack was much too weak to have put him in this state of condition, and yet, there he was, dead. It just didn’t match up.
Astrid was so intent on the report, that she didn’t realize the man walking up to her until she nearly collided into him. She jerked her head up. “Oh, excuse me…” she said. “It was my mist-”
Suddenly, the man grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her into a broom closet, letting the door close behind them, dim light showing through the cracks of the door.
“Wha-” Astrid asked, fear coursing through her heart.
“You had better not show that report to anyone,” the man said. “Unless you think that your life is worthless. Which it is.”
Question of the Week: Which style of writing do you like more? Long detailed writing like Dickens or short to-the-point writing like Hemmingway?
Part VI: Truth or Mere Politics?
Date: Amanela 2nd, 114 A.U.
“Well, Justin, I must say that regardless of whether or not the speech was merely for political purposes, or whether she truly meant everything she said, that was really a great speech,” the newscaster said.
“Well, I can’t disagree with you there, Reagan!” Justin said. “Either way we look at it, that was a very motivational and moving speech; very nicely planned there by Governor Astrid. Although, as we have been hinting at, there has been some controversy about whether or not the Governor actually meant everything she said, or if she was merely using here platform as the leader of the Remembrance Session as a façade for her campaign purposes.”
“And that’s something that a lot of members from Iraina’s political team has really called foul on,” Reagan said. “Although we have yet to get an official response from Iraina himself, a lot of prominent members in his campaign team have really denounced Astrid for unjustly using her position to try to sway votes to her cause.”
“And really,” Justin said, “Iraina’s campaign team needs everything that they can get to pull ahead. Recent polls show Astrid still at a 30% lead in the polls, which, although it is great, really, I think it’s pretty impressive for someone running against Astrid to get.”
“Which brings us to our next talking point,” Reagan said. “Has Astrid weakened over the years? Just ten years ago, we all would have thought it impossible for someone to actually have a slight bit of a fighting chance against Astrid. After really saving many from the elvish destruction, she’s had the Governorship of Araelia for 112 years now. But now, we actually have someone opposing Astrid, and doing a pretty darn good job at that. Let’s look at what Reed, the lead spokesman for Iraina, has to say about this.”
A video popped up on the television screen of Reed, a dark-colored man who was standing behind a podium. “Well, we also saw it,” Reed said. “Quite a big speech coming from Governor Astrid. But what I want to ask you is, does she really mean it? As we all know, throughout her last 28 terms of being governor, she has stuck to a very non-militaristic very passive view to how we should interact with the elves. And now, all of a sudden, once Iraina comes up saying that we should actively fight against the elves, now she says that we should fight against them? I don’t know what you think, but I think that this is mere political talk, campaign promises, aimed at to do nothing else but to try and win this political campaign instead of actually thinking about what is best for Araelia. Furthermore-“
Astrid turned off the television. She was going to have to get to the hospital soon to perform her duties as a nurse, and she didn’t feel like continuing to listen to all the talk about what Governor Astrid truly meant by her speech. Astrid had managed to get to the Remembrance Ceremony only an hour late, which although it meant that she had to skip half of the dances and presentations, she had still been able to see half of the dances and presentations and also seen the Remembrance Session, a session of which she was sure would write down its name in history.
Astrid thought that Governor Astrid, her namesake, had been telling the truth when she had added on to the last part of the session. She seemed to sincere to just be doing it all for political garbage. Astrid shook her head. Enough of thinking about politics and true meanings behind words. She was supposed to get to the hospital. And she wasn’t going to be late because she was thinking of nonsense.
“Good thing you’re here, Astrid,” the secretary said, ruffling through a folder. “A man named Jeffrey Taylor has just arrived here. He was transported here by ambulance because of a heart attack. All of the other doctors are currently employed or still trying to get here, and so as head nurse, I’d like you to go take charge of the situation. He is in emergency room 3”
“Right away, ma’am,” Astrid said and quickly hurried down the corridor to emergency room 3. She hoped that it wasn’t so bad that she wouldn’t able to perform the duties by herself. She could probably get promoted pretty well in the system if she was able to pull this one through.
“And here’s the computer’s report on Mr. Taylor,” the nurse said. “I haven’t had time to look at it yet, so…”
“Thank you,” Astrid said, quickly scanning the computer report. She paused, and her head cocked, and she tapped at the figure. This was odd… this didn’t seem to look like a normal heart attack would… Although to the more untrained mind it would, Astrid knew for certain that this wasn’t usual. The heart attack seemed much too weak to do such damage…
Astrid opened her mouth to speak when suddenly there was a gasping noise. Astrid turned to see Mr. Taylor, on the operating table, jerk up, staring intently at Astrid, and then his eyes went dull and his limp body collapsed to the table. And the heart beat meter let out a high pitched sound of alarm.
Astrid left the room, a bit shaken, and still quite puzzled. It was indeed the eighth death that she had seen in person, but that didn’t avoid the chill that flew through her bones. And she still didn’t understand the computer report. None of it made sense. The heart attack was much too weak to have put him in this state of condition, and yet, there he was, dead. It just didn’t match up.
Astrid was so intent on the report, that she didn’t realize the man walking up to her until she nearly collided into him. She jerked her head up. “Oh, excuse me…” she said. “It was my mist-”
Suddenly, the man grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her into a broom closet, letting the door close behind them, dim light showing through the cracks of the door.
“Wha-” Astrid asked, fear coursing through her heart.
“You had better not show that report to anyone,” the man said. “Unless you think that your life is worthless. Which it is.”
Question of the Week: Which style of writing do you like more? Long detailed writing like Dickens or short to-the-point writing like Hemmingway?
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