MOLT 32

DECISION

Governance Database #25

Subject: Wyn Rivera, MOLT 0, age 0-19.

Evaluators: Chancellor Vazilia Azro, MOLT 13, age 13-3. Director Daniel Flynn, MOLT 15, age 15-2.

<Medical Record: see HEALTH DATABASE #475>

<Behavioral Record: see SOCIOLOGICAL DATABASE #373>

Purpose Of Visual Study: Abnormal Pre-MOLT Behavior

Time to MOLT 1: 2.5 wks

Written Transcript of Governance Evaluation

Intellectual Property of the Governance of MOLT, Central Division

March 24, 2254

For the Governance record: The meeting between Dr. Daniel Flynn, Director of the Sociology Division of the Governance and designated MOLT mentor of MOLTee in question Wyn Rivera, and Chancellor Vazilia Azro of the Governance began at the tenth hour of the twenty fourth day of March, year 2254 and took place in Chancellor Azro's private office.

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Never before in her three MOLTs as Chancellor of the Governance had Vazilia Anne Azro been called out of the events of her daily schedule to deal with any unplanned issue...much less one pertaining to a Birth MOLT. She did not understand why the Pre-MOLT whinings of a child were to be her concern: the Sociology Department was more than adequately equipped to handle such things, so she could not foresee why its leader, the potent Dr. Daniel Flynn whom she had personally appointed two long MOLTs ago, now sat across from her with his hands folded in front of him and his expression grave.

"Madame Chancellor."

Azro put up a single hand, sheathed in black silk, before the doctor could continue. The gesture, performed by the hand that had given the order to pull back from the overpopulated, unhygienic population centers of before the Great Fall and retreat to the cities, the hand that had sealed the borders of Freziere, and the hand that had called for the ratification of the MOLT Act, had a binding power in itself. Vazilia Azro was arguably the single woman who had pulled humanity back from the verge of extinction, and had the humility to live not receiving a word of credit for it outside of the Governance...her words and actions were not to be taken lightly.

"You know that I do not find it proper to be addressed by my title." Azro spoke only after a prolonged silence, clearly more than aware of the weight of her words. "It makes me look and feel like a pre-Fall dictator."

Flynn shook his head, running a hand through his full head of hair, a result of his latest MOLT. "You leave me utterly dumbfounded as always...Vazilia. You saved our species, yet refuse to be hailed as a hero. You said that you despised politics before running for Chancellor. And now...you hold firmly to your position while refusing to be addressed by it."

Azro only smiled knowingly at this, narrowing her lively, brown eyes. "You're right- I am not your typical politician. But you should be thankful for that...your typical politicians were the ones who initiated the Great Fall."

"As usual, your argument is irrefutable," Flynn bows his head. "And that brings me to the purpose with which I requested this meeting: my department is in need of your infallible judgment."

"How can I be of service to you, Dr. Flynn?" Azro brought her elbows up to the table in front of her, resting her chin on her knuckles in a position of careful attention. This was one of the remarkable things about her: she was both the commanding, charismatic leader of the human race and a faithful public servant, and she knew exactly when to be which. Many members of the Governance openly wished that someone like her had been around before the Fall, so that the catastrophe might have been averted.