King of All I Survey-Chapter 112: Everybody Got Your Assignments?

"I don’t know, but I really think they are working for the good of the people. All the people," Arroyo answered.

"You heard that crap about moral failures," Hernandez carped, "That sounds like some sort of religious cult."

"I think if they were a religious group, there would have been some mention of prayer or thanking God, but we haven’t seen one mention of anything like that even in their dealings with the new works crews. They didn’t even ask them about religion as far as I know," Morales replied.

"I agree," Arroyo added. "In all the time I’ve dealt with Miss Flores, she has never once mentioned God, prayer, or religion. Yet they do seem to have a high regard for morality and ethics. And I suppose they place a lot of importance on forgiveness." After a moment’s pause, he continued, "Wait, they did use analogies and references to the old Mayan Gods in some of their communications early on..."

"She’s not even from here, how could she be involved with the old Mayan religion?"

"Is she American, do you think? That was a good catch about yards instead of meters!"

"She must be, but her Spanish is perfect, and she even has a real Peruvian accent, as if she spent her whole life in Lima."

Dad and I were still watching, as Mom walked into the status room. "Well, how did I do?"

"You were great Mom!"

"You did fine. You can’t fault yourself for the metric system slip-up. I think we can safely blame that on the French," Dad quipped.

Mom turned to him smiling proudly, "Oh Dan, you did pay attention in European History class. I’m so proud of you." Then she rolled her eyes ironically. "Joe, can you print up a set of documents with Maria Isabel’s statement, and the evidence files? We’ll read through it and I’ll sign them. Can you get them delivered in about three and half hours to the offices in DC and New York? Send a copy to the President, Congress, and Supreme Court of Colombia, too. Be sure not to include a return address and leave no indication that it came from Guatemalan territory. You can include a phone number that routes to you and you can forward it if they should want to contact me, and maybe a drop box in New York and another in DC, if they prefer to exchange written documents for legal proceedings."

"Anything I’m forgetting?" She asked, turning back to Dad and me.

"I think you’ve got it all covered," Dad replied.

"Yeah, sounds good," I agreed, "I’d love to be a fly on the wall when the Colombians read that statement!"

"You’ll have to settle for a drone on the ceiling..." Mom couldn’t help giggling at her own joke. I don’t blame her. It was pretty funny.

Dad just rolled his eyes in an exaggerated fashion, mimicking the way Mom had rolled her eyes at him just a moment before.

"All right, enough fun and games," I stated in a pseudo-parental voice, "We’ve got work to do. We’ve got three medical clinics up and running in Guatemala under the Health First banner and another Mobile Clinic traveling around the country. All offer free services and employ local people for all the support staff positions. We have security coverage for each with one man on duty 24/7. Each has a single sensor drone scanning for weapons or threats as people approach the facilities. The buildings and staff are not shielded. We used existing buildings and equipped them using fabrication mechs. We have licensed doctors working at all of them, and the three non-mobile clinics have a robotic surgery unit for the complicated stuff. They all perform full body scans looking for the very earliest stages of various cancers, before they can cause any real damage. With the technology we have available, we are able to remove cancers at the cellular level for complete cures. Organs or other tissues damaged by the cancers are being manually repaired. We are not doing any other sort of rejuvenation therapies or treatments."

"I want to add a scanner and a mechanized treatment unit to the cancer wards of every hospital in Guatemala to start. Each will be equipped with a warning sensor alerting us if any attempt is made to open the covers and reverse engineer it. If necessary, we can send a signal to destroy the circuitry and any tech that might lead one to believe it’s other worldly. And let’s get started on clinics in Chiapas, as well, Joe."

"Joe, how’s Millie doing?"

"Who’s Millie?" Mom asked.

"Dr. Wagner’s dog, the one we’re making young again to prove to him it’s safe," I answered.

"She’s doing well. She will start phase two today. Dr. Wagner will start phase one. He’s seen enough to convince him it’s worth doing," Joe advised.

"Nice! Can you set up a meeting with Donaldson and anybody else you’ve vetted from his recruits at the research center? Let me know when it is and send me there in person. I want to meet everybody and see how they’re adapting. Is Donaldson doing well with the implanted physics and math training?"

"Yes, he is the only one to complete it. He’s spending an excessive amount of time... just being amazed at everything he didn’t know or had wrong. Almost as if in a trance, sometimes for hours... We may need to intervene with counseling. Perhaps you can get him back on track, King Tim?"

"Yeah, I can remind him that he’s here for practical applications , you know, saving the human race form extraterrestrial threats. Anyway, I really want to be a part of the research efforts. Can you schedule me time to be there, maybe an hour or two every day?"

"Acknowledged."

"How’s Rafael doing? Making any progress?"

"Some progress, yes. More time is needed before I have any update on the prognosis."

"OK, in the meantime, can you walk around in his android form a little so people see him in Guatemala. Just enough to make sure nobody thinks he’s missing or has left the country. Avoid direct interactions with people who know him as much as you can."

"Acknowledged."

"Maybe he and Maribel can tour the clinics or something. Mom, I think you need to be seen there, too. We want you to be like one of the people just trying to help and not some fancy business lady who sits in a city office all day deciding what’s best for the commoners."

"I can do that," Mom agreed.

"Dad, I’m going to have to hand control of the northern Mexico operation to you. I’m trusting you to take care of it. I want it safe for the people who live there and drug-trafficking wiped out. You’re going to have to start working on the manufactured stuff and opiates since they’re doing a lot of that up there, especially after we stopped the flow of cocaine. Just remember the rules about using violence.

"Mom, you’re in charge of the diplomacy and overall strategy for Colombia, feel free to borrow Dad for any tactical or military stuff, he knows what assets we have and their capabilities pretty well."

I took a deep breath, "If everybody knows what they’re doing for a while, I’m going to visit Dr. Wagner. Joe, can you LITV me to wherever he is? Put me a room away, I don’t want to scare him by popping in out of thin air."

"Acknowledged."

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