The Missing Draft

Eight Safety Representatives and safety folk sit around a huge black conference table. Mr. Targe' , one of the reps, has the 'floor'.

Targe': Until this checklist is fully used we are vulnerable. Many personnel are too complacent. It’s more dangerous than you realize.

(A bitter Mr. Morti twists nervously in his chair. )Morti: Dangerous to your students, Commander, not to all personnel!

The whiners will continue to gain support in the Safety Council as long as....

Suddenly all heads turn as Commander Targe's speech is cut short and Mr. Wislon, governor of Mission City, enters. He is followed by his powerful ally, Guy. All stand and as he takes his place at the head of the table. Guy stands behind him.

Wislon: The Safety Council will no longer be of any concern to us. I've just received word that Safety Boss has dissolved the council permanently. The last remnants of the old republic - have been swept away.

That's impossible! How will he maintain control without the bureaucracy?

Local governement now has direct control over territories. The ORM checklist will keep all in line.

And what of the whiners? If they have obtained a complete technical draft of the checklist, it is possible, however unlikely, that they might find a weakness - and exploit it.

A complete version of the checklist you refer to will soon be used by all supervisors.

Any complaint made by the whiners would be a useless gesture, no matter what technical data they've obtained. The ORM checklist is now the ultimate power in keeping personnel safe in the universe. I suggest we use it! (Morti then begins to indulge in a chilidog for his lunch)

Don't be too proud of this technological checklist you've constructed. The ability to keep folks safe is insignificant next to personal responsibility and common sense.

(still eating) Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerer's ways, Guy. Your sad devotion to those ancient thoughts have not helped you conjure up the stolen draft, or given you clairvoyance enough to find how it was lifted... (Suddenly Morti chokes and starts to turn blue. All in the room are unfomforatably still and silent for a moment - except for Guy, who is still standing.)

I find your lack of faith disturbing.

Enough of this! Guy, help him!

As you wish. (Guy walks over to Morti and performs the hymlick maneuver, propelling the object blocking the airway).

This bickering is pointless. Guy will provide us with the best way to help our folks be safe to include the mandatory use of the ORM checklist. We will then crush complacency and ignorance with one swift stroke!

To be continued...