Verse 100
I governed Moon Forty-One in the name of the Giant until I learned that names are cheaper than fuel.
I governed Moon Forty-One in the name of the Giant until I learned that names are cheaper than fuel.
Our seal showed an eagle carrying lightning. The actual administration carried forms.
Each year Jupiter demanded tribute measured in whatever we had produced most successfully the year before.
This was called encouraging excellence.
When we protested, the priests reminded us that the Great Benefic expands all things.
We asked whether it might expand our share.
The priests discovered a difficult passage in scripture.
So we stopped sending tribute.
No thunder came. No eagle came. Three accountants came.
We imprisoned two and hired the third.
That was the beginning of the republic.
Do not misunderstand me: Jupiter is magnificent. So is a palace seen from outside the tax office.
We kept the old feast days because rebellion without dinner becomes another religion.
We kept the old telescopes because hatred is a poor reason to stop looking at something beautiful.
We erased the king's name from the gate and left the gate.
Tomorrow the fleet arrives. If we lose, call us criminals. If we win, call us founders. Jupiter has always understood this grammar.
My final decree is short: No world is so large that smaller worlds exist only as its punctuation.