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Title: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on June 11, 2017, 11:03:43 PM
This is number five of the six part series of the Morgan Chronicles. This was the one that made me the most nervous, as I was afraid of falling on my face, but yet it is still an interesting tale. This takes place a little later than the canon show, when Fry and Amy's kids are on the scene, and a tragedy happens at Planet Express. Morgan Proctor finally realizes her dream of becoming Bureaucrat General of the Bureaucracy. She quickly discovers the old adage to be careful what you wish for, or you may get it. Or in the words of the great Spock, "Having is not always the same as wanting."

     A special thanks goes out to MTC29 for his assistance, specifically in the area of the anti-bureaucracy group FLAB - that was a great name, Mark.

Morgan: Bureaucrat General
By Robert L. Fitzpatrick
 
 
 
Morgan Proctor was preparing to give a speech at the Congress Hotel in New Chicago when a robo-courier delivered a message to her. “Can’t this bloody well wait? I’ve got a gaggle of millionaire business-types gobbling down shrimp and wine, waiting to hear me cackle about auditing.”
   “This is of the highest priority,” the robot told her. “I will need proper authentication. Please state your full name to begin the process.”
   “Listen…I’ve got things to do.” She turned to one of her two aids. “Gregory, is the white streak in my hair too noticeable?”
   “Miss P, it looks just fine. The public will see this as experience. You’ll look good in front of the cameras. You’re a shoe-in for Bureaucrat General.”
   “Oh, boulder-dash…I’m looking more and more like my mother every week. I’ll probably never get it anyway.” She noticed that the robot was still standing there. “Are you still here? I told you that I was busy.”
   “I will need your name to begin the verification process.”
   Realizing that the robot would not go away, she leaned in close to it. “Morgan Jane Proctor.”
   “Voice authenticated. Now, please submit to a retina scan.”
   She breathed a sigh and again leaned over; a small beam of light quickly scanned her eye.
   “Retina scan authenticated. You may now receive your message.”
   The robot handed her a small crystal scroll, and left the room.
   Morgan turned to her other aid. “Jeri, will you please read this – I don’t have the time. I speak in ten minutes.”
   Jeri Sato’s mouth dropped open as she read the message.
   “Well…what is it?”
   “Miss P – they’ve chosen you as Bureaucrat General.”
   “Not very funny, Jeri – you’ll burn in hell for lying like that. What does it really say?”
   Jeri handed her the message. As Morgan read the words, a strange combination of joy and terror coursed through her body. Everything that she had ever wanted since she’d become a bureaucrat as a 21 year old woman had just been brought in by a robo-courier. She looked up at her two aids.
   “My God…this is the real deal. I’m going to have the corner office in the Crystal Palace. I don’t know how I’m going to go up there and speak now…”
   Gregory smiled at her. “But you’re the Tiger Woman.”
   She gave him a shaky smile back. “You’re right – I’d forgotten about that.”
 
   “Little Annie” Kroker found herself being dragged by the arm out of the holophoner recital by a tough Turanga Leela; the arm was still a bit rubbery, and returning to its normal length. Because of her special gift of flexibility, Annie could play pranks on Leela’s children. As she marched out with Annie, Amy Wong was right behind her.
   Leela knelt down to Annie’s level, and drilled that stern singular eye into the child’s face. “Annie, I don’t know why you torment my son every time you’re around him. Why do you do that? Why do you have to stretch your arm and flick his ear? This is a special recital for his sister, and if you spoil it for her, so help me…I’ll beat your ass.”
   A saddened Annie looked up at Amy, hoping for some sympathy; none was forth-coming. “If she does that, I’m not going to stop her. Ni tingdong ma? Understand?”
   The little spiky-haired girl, her lip pouty, slowly shook her head in agreement. They both took her back in to the recital.
   Later, during the intermission, Amy chuckled as she asked Leela a question.
   “Would you have really beat my daughter’s ass?”
   “Oh, I don’t know. With that DNA of Kif’s, it’s probably all rubbery anyway.”
   Amy laughed out loud. Her wrist-thingee then chimed.
   Leela knitted her eye. “You still get news alerts on that thing?”
   “No way!”
   “What?”
   “Get a load of this…guess who our newest Bureaucrat General is…”
   “Morgan was in the running for it…oh, you’ve got to be kidding?”
   “Yep – she got it. God help her now.”
   “God help us all.”

Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: MTC29 on June 12, 2017, 12:29:09 AM
Good old F.L.A.B. The name just popped into my head. This will be another fine installment in the Morgan saga.
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on June 12, 2017, 01:12:55 AM
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Good old F.L.A.B. The name just popped into my head. This will be another fine installment in the Morgan saga.

What I thought was really funny was when you called the individual members "Flabbers."
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on June 13, 2017, 08:39:31 AM
Morgan admires her new uniform as her old admin gets ready to take her old job at Planet Express...

Morgan Proctor admired herself in a mirror in her office; she finally sported the white uniform of the Bureaucrat General. She had held up well over the years…aside from a few laugh lines and an attractive white streak in her hair, she looked pretty much the way she did years ago. Encrusted with medals, her uniform had golden epaulets and a cord coming down from the shoulders.
   “You’re getting used to the new uniform, aren’t you?”
   Morgan turned to see her old admin and replacement Zelma Flaherty standing in the doorway. “Oh, yes. And how are you getting used to that new number on yours? You really did deserve the promotion sooner. That ‘19’ looks good on you.”
   Zelma smiled. “Thanks, Miss P.”
   “Oh, don’t thank me quite yet; you’ve still got to deal with that bunch over at Planet Express. You may curse me before it’s over with. That crazy Professor of theirs has nearly blown me to bits several times.”
   “I may shy, but I’m a tough cookie, Miss Proctor.”
   “That’s it…never give an inch, and never let them see you sweat.”
   Zelma admired one of Morgan’s service medals, which she hadn’t seen often. “Miss Proctor, which one was that for?”
   “Oh, this? This was the Great Audit of 3006. Bloody campaign, that one was. Very few of us were left standing when it was done. They gave me a horrible nickname during those days - they called me the ‘Butcher of Poughkeepsie.’”
 
Hermes Conrad ran his fingers through his graying hair and looked at the papers on his desk with pride. "I still got it," he told himself.
   A message popped into the tube next to him, and he opened it up. His eyes got wide. "Great iguana of Tijuana! The new bureaucrat on her way!"
   Another message popped into the tube. “Great bong of Hong Kong; she’s in the building!”
   “Indeed…she’s here,” said a female voice from the hallway. He looked up as he heard the tap on his door frame; he then walked up to the young woman with her thick glasses and ponytail. She looked right into his eyes, but didn't offer a smile. "My name is Zelma Flaherty - I'm your caseworker. I’ll be replacing Morgan Proctor."
   “You? But you’re so different than your supervisor – you actually have a personality.”
   Zelma stared at him through those glasses. She tried to keep a poker face, but ended up chuckling anyway. “I’ll tell her that the next time I see her. Could you show me the building?”
   “Right dis way.”


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Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Flounder on June 13, 2017, 10:05:18 AM
Gulliver, that first part was just as funny in print as it was when you read it to me.  :giggle:

Poughkeepsie is just a little way upriver from where I lived most of a misspent - read: nerdly long before it was cool - childhood.  (It's not far downriver from where Dink lives.)  It is a grown-up small town in a tranquil area of the scenic Hudson Valley.  The juxtaposition of the nickname "The Butcher of Poughkeepsie" is hilarious!

Dress whites and a touch of gray look good on Morgan.  :)
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on June 13, 2017, 12:25:09 PM
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Poughkeepsie is just a little way upriver from where I lived most of a...

I've been not too far from that area; I think I mentioned that I crossed the Tappan Zee. That was also how I came up with the Bureaucratic Detention Center in Port Jervis, NY.

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Dress whites and a touch of gray look good on Morgan.

Thanks! I think the huge star and the gaudy epaulettes  added something to it. All the service bars indicate the various audits and "theaters of service" she did as a bureaucrat.

I also didn't mention that the Congress Hotel is a real place, and that I've stayed there. It's really got quite a history: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Congress_Plaza_Hotel
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: MTC29 on June 13, 2017, 03:42:04 PM
I like Morgan's dress uniform and I must say that despite her advancing years, she has kept her figure quite well.
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on June 13, 2017, 03:53:08 PM
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I like Morgan's dress uniform and I must say that despite her advancing years, she has kept her figure quite well.

I've drawn this gal at nearly every age. This whole BG thing is literally her "Moby Dick." And I have a sketch that I don't know if you've seen yet, with her and "Sheffield Rob" the robot. I was thinking of doing one more with her walking her Doberman Pinscher Augustus.
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on June 15, 2017, 11:34:33 PM
Morgan checks out her new office...and gets a surprise thrown in with it...

It was a busy first day for Morgan as Bureaucrat General, and one of the first orders of business was to make a brief acceptance speech in the Tulip Garden in front of the Bureaucracy Building. It was only appropriate that the garden literally formed a huge maze for anyone that entered. But at the end of the garden stood the vaunted Crystal Entrance into the executive side of the building. This was the side where the real leadership happened.
   Morgan's day started early with corporate meetings in downtown New New York. She found it handy that she now had an air-car at her beck and call, complete with the winged Bureaucracy symbol painted on the side. What she found less handy was the android security guard that was stuck to her like glue wherever she went. He was big, and rather ugly. She sarcastically dubbed this droid "Rob," and would often speak to it in a facetious way. "I'm ready to go Rob," she would tell it.
   "Why am I guarded wherever I go, Rob?"
   "The Bureaucracy considers you very important, mum."
   Morgan chuckled. "You were made in Britain...and it sounds like you have a northern accent."
   "Sheffield, to be exact, mum. At the Sterling Mechanical Man Works."
   She playfully patted him on the chest. "I like you, Rob. Let's get going."
   "Yes, mum."
   The crowd for the speech surprised her. There were friends, and there were also the protestors. The latter were very vocal, and held up signs expressing their disgust for the Bureaucracy. Morgan had often walked by these people and maybe had to suffer an occasional cat-call, but she realized that she was now going to be their number one target. The worst of these groups was the FLAB, Freedom Lovers Against the Bureaucracy, who would often paint themselves up in outrageous colors as they protested.
   Before she could begin her speech, she noticed a young man running up to her in the corner of her eye. The security androids swiftly moved in toward the man, but not before he could toss a cream pie at Morgan. One of the androids took him down with a goo gun, which left most of him imprisoned in a blob of orange goop. Enough of his head was above the goop to let him shout out, "The Bureaucracy ruins people's lives!!" The androids picked him up and carried him away, still yelling.
   Morgan just stood there in a daze with pie on her face and shoulder. She looked down at her immaculate white uniform, now covered in pie and creamy whip. Several staffers, including her two aids, rushed up to help get her cleaned up. They begged her to re-schedule the speech for later in the afternoon, but she refused. "President Teddy Roosevelt was once shot and finished his speech," she told them, "I think I can suffer through this pie."
   The crowd began to applaud when they saw her continue with her speech. She amusingly tasted the cream with her finger, and began to speak. "If you people are going to pelt me with a pie," she said, "at least have the damned decency to buy a good one." The crowd chuckled and applauded her, and she continued her speech as if nothing had happened. The speech went well, and she then retired to the Bureaucracy building to see her new office.
   She finally made it up to the office in what they called the Crystal Palace, and gazed upon the magnificence of her new desk. She then looked up in reverence at the huge metal eagle on the wall. She touched the seal with her fingers. "I've often dreamed about what it would be like to stand here..."
   "And now you're here," said Jeri.
   "God, what a horrible beginning to my five years here," she told her aids. "They'll probably laugh at me the next five years...call me the 'pie woman' or something."
   "On the contrary," said Gregory, peering into his pocket computer. "Your approval rating just went up 3 whole points after your speech. People Week Magazine has already started calling you the 'Tiger Woman' - they want to do next week's cover with you on it, Miss P! I suggest that we use that to our advantage - we can have a real live tiger..."
   "Yes, yes...that's fine guys. Right now the Tiger Woman needs a tiny bit of time for herself. Later on we can do the photo shoots. Do you mind?"
   Jeri threw her two cents in. "Oh...and Women's Week Magazine wants to know what kind of blouses you wear."
   "Clarkston's Martian-weave cotton. Will you guys get out of here? I'll hook up later. Have a beer down at Benny's for me or something. Shoo!" Morgan made a sweeping motion with her hands, like she was beckoning children to leave.
   As her human companions left the office, her robot security guard stood vigil.
   "Rob, that means you too."
   "But, mum...your safety is my utmost concern."
   Again, she patted him on the chest. "Rob, I'm safe here in my office...unless a cockroach decides to give me a scroppy lick. Now go and do...whatever a robot does. Get some oil, look at robot porn, I don't know."
   The robot stood firm like an oak tree. "But, mum..."
   "Rob, I'll be fine in my office. Sometimes us fleshy humans need a few minutes to ourselves."
   "Yes, mum...I'll be back in 21 minutes after I get my motivator checked."
   "Thanks, Rob." She then took off her uniform jacket. "And can you get this cleaned and pressed while you're at it? I'm sick of smelling like a dessert bar in a restaurant."
   "Yes, mum."
   When the robot left, Morgan walked around the whole office. She always thought that she'd be dancing around it in celebration on this day, which she always knew would come, but today she just quietly surveyed the room. She opened her briefcase and took out three items. The first was a carved black tiger that her father had bought many years ago in Indonesia for her as a joke. The 'Tiger Woman' moniker had been bestowed upon her as a teenager by Leo Wong's wife; it was a Chinese nickname for a woman that went around causing trouble. Daddy Conrad thought it would be funny to pick her up the keepsake as he strolled through a market in Jakarta.
   The second item was a picture of her mother, taken on the black sand beaches of Maine, which moved around in its holographic frame. Morgan herself was only a child when it was shot.
   "Momma, you always told me that I would never amount to anything as a bureaucrat. I only wish you'd lived long enough to see this." She chuckled. "Not the pie part, but the rest of it. You would have been proud."
   The third item was the claw of a Martian sand tiger that had been given to her by her headmistress Edeera as a child; the woman had hunted this tiger herself as a teenager.
   She smiled as she put the three items into cubby holes in back of her desk.
   "Now the fun begins," she told herself. "Where the hell is Rob?"


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Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: MTC29 on June 16, 2017, 12:04:42 AM

   "Sheffield, to be exact, mum. At the Sterling Mechanical Man Works."
   
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Good old Sterling. I wonder if the Mechanical Man Works is a follow on to the old Sterling Armaments Company which went out if business back in 1988?

Morgan is going to have to keep her eyes open for those folks from FLAB. I have a feeling they're going to give her trouble.
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on June 16, 2017, 01:35:13 AM
One of the reasons I selected a Sheffield accent was because of the late actor Brian Glover https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZ4iPjlXNpg . If I were shooting this as a movie and he were still alive, he would have done the robot's voice.
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: El-Man on June 16, 2017, 05:28:06 AM
"And now you're here," said Jeri.

Who? I'll assume Jeri is one of her aides, but that was kind of sudden.

And not a complaint, but that's kind of a short skirt for the BG, isn't it? Does it come with knee-high boots? :)
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on June 16, 2017, 08:25:57 AM
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Who? I'll assume Jeri is one of her aides, but that was kind of sudden.

Gregory and Jeri Sato are her two aides, mentioned from the beginning of the story. They're her two minders, and you'll see them flit in and out quite often through most of the story.

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And not a complaint, but that's kind of a short skirt for the BG, isn't it? Does it come with knee-high boots?

I hadn't really noticed; this was a quick doodle I did last fall, and I was probably more focused on Rob.
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on June 18, 2017, 04:38:45 PM
...Leela watches Good Morning Earth and Morgan goes off in pursuit of the Bureaucracy's biggest enemy.

As Leela got Sara and Phil Jr. fed for the morning, she watched part of Good Morning Earth. The familiar image of Morbo filled the screen; around him on the street was a large group of happy people, some of them held signs saying things like, "Olympica City North High School." The live shots with the crowd always bothered Morbo. He looked back at them with disgust. He angrily addressed the crowd.
   "When the battle fleet arrives, all of you will be put into cages like animals." Morbo then composed himself. "Topping our headlines this morning, the anti-bureaucracy group FLAB managed to bring down an entire bureaucracy computer system in Riga, Latvia. Bureaucrat General Morgan Proctor will be addressing all Earthicans later this morning."
   While Morbo spoke, a bystander held up a sign reading, "The Bureaucracy Sucks." When Morbo became aware of this, he found the man and confronted him.
   "When our battle fleet arrives," he told him, "I will personally make sure you're the first one thrown in to the Arena of a Thousand Deaths."
   "Oh yeah? They still suck, man."
   Morbo mocked the man’s voice. “Oh yeah? So do you!”
 
   Morgan Proctor already had her war cabinet assembled; her aids flashed a blurry photo of a man on the viewscreen.
   "Let me guess - this is our mysterious FLAB leader Uriah Simms."
   "He's becoming less of a mystery as the days go on," added John Groves, her chief aid.
   Intelligence agent John Kawaguchi then spoke. "That's exactly who it is. He was once a solid citizen of the galaxy; he was a decorated commando of the Planet of the Centipedes campaign under Zapp Brannigan...one of DOOP's finest soldiers. At a public rally on Venus he threw his medals and his career chip on the ground, and officially joined in with the rest of the 'Flabbers.' This guy has been on our radar for quite some time - and we think we're getting closer to his hideout."
   "Destroyed his career chip." Morgan's eyebrows then went up. "Don't keep us waiting - where is this idiot?"
   "We think he might be hiding somewhere in the Macronesian islands, one of the man-made ones. We're currently squeezing our sources in the area for information."
   "Out-damn-standing, Mr. Kawaguchi. I want to be informed the minute we locate this blaggard. Right now, I'm going to need some information I can use in my speech to the press."
   "I'll help you with that," said Groves.

Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Ramon 51 on June 18, 2017, 05:43:41 PM
Excellent story! :thumbsup: :thumbsup: Please keep it up! :wannaeat:
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: MTC29 on June 18, 2017, 06:54:01 PM
The Macronesian Islands? With the Wong Corporation deciding to construct casinos on the Micronesian Islands, the man made islands of Macronesia fell into despair and have become a hot bed of FLAB activity. Pity. They had so much potential. 
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on June 18, 2017, 08:50:39 PM
Ah, yes - the Macronesian Islands, one of those handy country names I can just throw out there. And many of the islands, which the Wongs can sell you, are man-made. They can even have engines to steer them clear of typhoons. Really a sad thing when they run into each other, though. You'll also see the amazing country of Lower Volta come up in this story.
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: El-Man on June 19, 2017, 11:31:30 AM
They can even have engines to steer them clear of typhoons.

Doesn't that technically make them the Macronesian fleet? :)

You'll also see the amazing country of Lower Volta come up in this story.

That's the place with unreliable electric grid, right?
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on June 19, 2017, 02:03:06 PM
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Doesn't that technically make them the Macronesian fleet? :)

Actually, that idea was part of a never published Venture Brothers story that I recently shared with MTC. I figured that if anyone can sell you a movable island, it would be Daddy Wong. Movable island...is that anything like a movable feast day?

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That's the place with unreliable electric grid, right?

Up until 1984 there was an Upper Volta, which is now Burkino Faso. There was never a Lower Volta, which I felt was terribly unfair to the Lower Voltese. I gave them their own country, their own flag, and their own founding father, Generalissimo Flibby Sheznikk. And for many years to come, life will be prosperous there. :)


Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on June 22, 2017, 08:18:08 AM
...Morgan has to hang out with a real live tiger, and her enemy makes his manifesto known...

Several weeks later, Morgan was doing her famous photoshoot with a real live tiger for People Week Magazine. She was dressed in an outfit made mostly of leather that made her look like a warrior woman from ancient Rome. She looked nervously at the creature, and then over at its trainer.
   "This thing is safe, isn't it? This beast won't hurt me, will it? They're going to need me in my job for at least the next five years, and I don't intend on doing it from a wheelchair."
   "Don't worry about a thing, Miss Proctor. We'll protect you as best we can."
   "That's very comforting. If it kills me, I'm never speaking to you again."
   Morgan's protection droid stepped closer. "Mum, I'm trained to keep you safe."
   "I'll be okay, Rob. But just be handy in case I need you."
   After only a few pictures were shot, Morgan's advisor Jeri caught up with her.
   "Jeri...can this wait? I've got about 800 pounds of angry cat sitting next to me. If you agitate it, I might be next on the menu."
   "Miss P, I think you need to see this." She projected a holographic image from her wrist-thingee. "FLAB leader Uriah Simms has somehow jacked the signal to ENN, and he's making his manifesto."
   Morgan burned with anger as she watched this young man express his views and demands; they stood against everything she'd ever worked for - what kind of an ingrate would destroy their career chip...and encourage others to do the same?. The tiger next to her began to get anxious.
   The animal trainer looked concerned. "Miss Proctor, Katarina here can sense your anger."
   Morgan stood up. "Can I get out of this get-up? I've really got work to do. I've got to do some damage control with this freak."
   The photographer stood up and shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose I've got enough pictures to work with."
   She watched the man drone on and on, until the ENN technicians were able to restore their signal. She just shook her head.
   "Son of a bitch," she whispered under her breath. "I can tell I'm going to have problems with this guy."

Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on June 24, 2017, 10:30:40 AM
...Big changes are afoot at the Bureaucracy...and Morgan finds herself left out of the master plan.

A meeting at 3 in the morning wasn't an unusual thing for a Bureaucrat General, so Morgan kept a suit handy for just such an occasion. Morgan officially moved into the fancy Chichester House, residence of the Bureaucrat Generals, but she was almost never there; she preferred to stay in the modest apartment in the Bureaucracy Building jokingly called the "war bunker" most of the time. It wasn't fancy, but Morgan typically viewed luxury as superfluous. Plus, it was somewhat of a comfort just living in the main building. Morgan met up with her war cabinet in the West Room, and her chief aid John Groves met her at the door.
   "You're going to like the news we have for you," he said.
   "You all look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed," she said to the group, "what have you gotten me up for?"
   Mr. Kawaguchi was there. "Miss Morgan, we found him."
   "Him? Uriah?"
   "Yes ma'am." The security agent flashed a graphic map on the screen. "He's been hiding out in a bunker on a man-made resort island in Macronesia called Pleasant Palms, just as we'd suspected."
   Morgan rubbed her hands together like a happy child. "Well, let's go in there and arrest him."
   Kawaguchi looked confused. "Ah...it's not as simple as that, Madam General."
   "Not as simple as what - why can't we arrest him? What's the problem? I know we've got the jurisdiction."
   General Trimble of the Bureaucracy Military Service answered her. "He's hunkered down in a military-style bunker like a Texas armadillo. It's going to take something strong to root him out."
   She blinked her eyes. "Root him out...with what then? I don't know much about these Texas armadillos."
   The General continued. "The leadership upstairs recommended a Roman Candle. One drop in and our problem is solved."
   Morgan looked around the room like a confused child. "Roman Candle? What in the hell is a Roman Candle?"
   Kawaguchi answered, clearing his throat. "Uh, it's a small nuclear device, with only a 30 ton yield. The kill radius would only be a few hundred feet, and the burn radius a few hundred more. It's very clean." He continued the explanation by using his hands to demonstrate the concept. "They're very good at reaching an enemy in deep bunkers."
   A pin could have been heard striking the floor. Morgan blinked her eyes again. "Jesus, Joseph and Mary, you're going to drop a nuke into the bunker? Didn't you just get done telling me that he was near a resort town?"
   The general continued. "It's very clean - very little in the way of radioactive fallout."
   "Very little? How much is very little? Absolutely not - we are not dropping a nuke on this guy's house. There's got to be another way."
   John Groves added his view. "But ma'am...the board upstairs - they wanted to approach this group from a position of strength - you've got to admit that it sends a signal."
   "Yes, it does...that I'm a homicidal butcher. My answer is no, and that's final. I suggest you start working on an alternative plan. There's got to be some way we can nab this guy when he crawls out of his hole - he's got to go into town sometime..."
 
   On the 13th floor of the Bureaucracy Building, a place that few people even in the Bureaucracy knew about, 13 board members held an emergency meeting with General Trimble and John Groves. The board members' faces were kept in the dark, so that no one really knew who they were. They were the real power behind the Bureaucracy; in truth, Morgan and her predecessors were little more than figureheads that the public dealt with. These men and women literally ran planet Earth.
   "What was our Bureaucrat General's reaction?" asked a man with a southern accent.
   "As you can guess," Groves told them, "she was hesitant to use the gadget."
   A Korean woman then spoke. "Afraid that it might damage her administration - I can understand that."
   "No," Groves said, "genuinely worried about the casualties."
   The man with the southern accent spoke again. "Did you explain that this device was very low yield? Very clean? There probably wouldn't be many casualties."
   "Of course," said the general. "She still wouldn't hear of it."
   "We'll roll ahead with the project anyway. I want one pulled from the weapons bunker at the airfield and readied for use." The mysterious board member stamped the paperwork 'approved.' "Again, not a word of this leaves this room; the Bureaucracy must not tolerate any infectious disease that would endanger it - this man Uriah is to be eliminated, as soon as possible."
   A Brazilian man asked a question. "Should we remove Miss Proctor while we're at it?"
   "No," said the man with the southern accent. "Let her enjoy her success. If she looks successful, we look successful. She's one of the best PR people we've ever had. We’ll work around this little wrinkle in our plans – I’m sure she’ll come around to our way of thinking."

Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Ramon 51 on June 26, 2017, 01:18:15 AM
Gracious! Morgan has a real problem on her hands! :mellow: I can't wait for the next installment. :wannaeat: :thumbsup: :thumbsup:
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on June 27, 2017, 08:22:28 AM
...Morgan finds out that when the people upstairs want to do something, they don't need to ask her permission...

The annual Easter egg hunt on the Bureaucracy lawn was a time for both adults and children to let their hair down.  The children of the Bureaucracy employees had a fun time trying to find the electronic eggs hidden all through the maze-like shrubbery. Even Morgan had fun giving an interview to Linda van Schoonhoven of Good Morning Earth.
   Morgan laughed at one of the questions. "No, Linda, we're not serving pie on the lawn today - my rules. Anyone seen with one will have it taken away."
   In a rare moment, Morgan took a few seconds to clown around with one of the smaller children. She pointed over to a bush. "Look in there...go on...look over there." The child happily found an Easter egg in the bush and smiled back at her. It was a rare moment for Morgan to feel the way that most human beings felt. For that second she imagined what it would be like to have her own child.
   Morgan's aids Jeri and Gregory caught up with her on the lawn.
   "Hey, you brought the Time Week cover...did the pictures with the tiger turn out alright? I know that photo shoot meant a lot to you guys."
   Both of them had very serious looks on their faces. Gregory spoke first. "We need to pull you aside for a minute."
   "Today? But this...the kids..." She could tell by their expressions that it was important. She pointed across the lawn. "The command trailer over here..."
   As soon as they stepped into the trailer, they turned on a television on the wall. Earthican News Network was playing a shaky video of a black mushroom cloud drifting out over ocean water; it had dissipated, and resembled a mean little volcano blast.
   "They've been playing this video over and over for the last 20 minutes," Jeri told her.
   "...For those of you just joining us, this footage was shot from a wrist-thingee in a Pacific Ocean resort - we've got very little information at this point, but many vacationers heard the sound of the explosion..."
   Morgan whispered just one word: "Jesus..."

   The next day Morgan's minders caught up with her in the Chichester House in a small guest bedroom; Rob, ever vigilant, was in the room with her. "I've spent the whole morning showing off this place to a reporter," she remarked, "I can't imagine who would want to see it. I'm never here. Now I guess it won't matter anyway. What are you two chasing me down for? Does some magazine want to do a picture of me with an ocelot or something?"
   Gregory spoke with some measure of pride. "Morgan, I brought champagne!" He popped the cork off and began to fill a glass for her.
   Morgan accepted the glass, and glumly looked at it. "Well, if I'm going to go out, it might as well be with a celebration." She gulped down the glass, and beckoned for another.
   "What do you mean, go out? We brought good news," Jeri told her.
   "What good news? When the fires get ramped up about this nuke thing, they'll be burning me in effigy in the town square. I'll be lucky if I'm not lynched." She gulped down more champagne.
   "Burn in effigy? Morgan, you've received a 78% approval rating; that's one of the highest of a BG in years."
   Morgan looked at him like he'd gone mad. "Gregory, you've lost me; help me out here. Why would my approval rating be so high? I did this thing...even if I didn't do it, I'm responsible for it."
   Jeri chimed in again. "Miss Proctor, haven't you been keeping up with the news?"
   "Why in the hell should I? I'm doomed anyway. Give me that damn bottle."
   Gregory turned on the TV set in the room with a remote. ENN had a fancy computerized chart on the screen showing the various levels of the FLAB underground lair.
   "...as you can see by this graphic, the terrorists somehow caused a runaway reaction in the device they were building and at some point it detonated..."
   Morgan's jaw slid open as General Trimble appeared on the screen to answer questions.
   "...I personally have to give a lot of credit to Bureaucrat General Proctor for having a hospital ship on station when the thing went off; her quick thinking with the intelligence given her probably saved many lives."
   Morgan just stood there not breathing as the images of the wounded being loaded on to stretchers returned to the TV screen; they were then flown out to the hospital ship by hovercopter. The rescue workers were able to get in close, as the bomb was very clean. Some of the dead and wounded were merely vacationers that had no idea that Simms was even on the island. In an instant a flash of energy from a shattered atom turned their world into a nightmare. Morgan's hands began to shake, and her face turned red. "Those bastards had me showing off this stupid mansion so I'd be out of the way..."
   Jeri tried to reassure her. "You've become one of the most popular BG's in years."
   The trembling of Morgan's hands became more noticeable. With a loud scream, she threw the champagne bottle into the TV set, causing it to explode on the wall.
   "Get out...all of you, get out!" Tears streamed down her face.
   Gregory tried to talk with her.
   "GET...OUT!!" Without a word, they left. She sobbed. "You too, Rob."
   "But mum..."
   She pointed to the hallway. "Stand outside the door until you are needed; I'm not fighting you on this."
   "Yes, mum."
   At some point in the late evening, Morgan fell asleep on the floor. As she lay in a deep sleep, a small army of robots came in, cleaned up the mess, and even replaced the shattered television with a shiny new one.

Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Ramon 51 on June 30, 2017, 01:52:31 AM
Wow! :mellow: Morgan sure is riding an emotional roller coaster! :thumbsup: :thumbsup: Keep it up. :wannaeat:
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 01, 2017, 03:12:59 AM
...Morgan seeks a balm for her weary soul; after trying to reconnect with her faith, she ends up finding solace in a bottle.

That next day Morgan slipped away from her minders, and had Rob take her to St. Patrick's Cathedral. As she gazed up at the tall stone church, she noted at how well it had withstood the alien invasion of Earth; Rockefeller Plaza across the street was not as fortunate.
As she moved through the foyer toward the glass wall of the sanctuary, Rob wanted to go in with her. She turned to speak with him in a compassionate voice; he was like a child who only knew one thing - to protect his Bureaucrat General.
   "Rob, I'm going to need you to stay outside here and keep a watch for me."
   "But mum..."
   "Rob, do you have any idea what the word 'sanctity' means?"
   "Mum, the dictionary describes it as the state or condition of something being sacred."
   Just like a small child, she could tell that he had no idea of what the word really meant...she tried a different tack. "Rob, I've got a super secret meeting in there; really hush-hush stuff. No robots allowed, not even you. I need you to stay out here in the narthex and make sure no bad thugs come after me, okay?"
   "Yes, mum...I'll stay on station as you’ve requested. I have an excellent view of any hazardous persons from here."
   "Good man; stout lad." She patted him on the chest, and walked into the sanctuary.
   Morgan went down on one knee, crossed herself, and then went into a pew. She even pulled out a set of rosaries and began to thumb them absent-mindedly, more out of nervousness than actual worship. She had a good view of the old wooden confession booths, and it wasn't long before she spotted the elderly priest coming along to hear his confessions.
   Morgan was a woman on a mission. "I've got to tell someone," she thought, "or I'll burst. I can't die with all this on my soul. Either through my action, or my inaction, I've taken several human lives. I can't live like this anymore. Maybe God will have some mercy on my wretched soul if I can just confess what I've done."
   When the first woman that went in to the booth finally left, she saw her opportunity. Morgan felt like a shipwreck survivor preparing to swim over to a lifeboat. She then spotted another man sit down at a nearby pew. He was well dressed in an expensive Martian deerskin suit. He didn't genuflect, he didn't cross himself, he didn't bow...he just sat down. He obviously wasn't Catholic. And then he looked at her with those hideous mirrored sunglasses. They knew that she was here.
   "Oh God," she thought to herself, "if I spill my guts to this priest about the nuke, they'll just make him disappear and stick another priest in here. I couldn't live with that either. I can't have any more lives on my soul than I already do."
   Morgan let her head slump down in utter defeat. God, if you're up there, please forgive me. She crossed herself, went down on her knee outside of the pew, and quietly left the sanctuary.
   Rob was there to greet her. "I trust the meeting went well, mum."
   "Just peachy, Rob. Let's go back over to the Bureaucracy Building." Morgan was quiet for the whole trip back in the air-car. The robot seemed oblivious to the fact that she was softly crying; he wasn’t programmed to interpret human emotional states.
   Morgan spent the next several days in seclusion at Camp Edgar on Venus; officially she was on a few days vacation, but Morgan didn't do vacations. In reality most of her time was spent locked up in her office there, digging through piles of paperwork. Occasionally she would peak out of her window to see happy vacation goers water ski past the white sand beaches, but she couldn't feel the joy that they felt. She was still in pain over the slaughter of the anti-Bureaucracy terrorists and any unlucky tourists that got in the way. And as much as she disagreed with the terrorists, they still deserved due process. The tragedy had all been written off by the news agencies, but it still weighed heavy on Morgan's heart – no one in the general public knew the real truth about the explosion. She looked over her paperwork and poured another glass full of bourbon. She then heard a communicator beep. "What is it?"
   "Morgan?" It was the voice of Groves, who was genuinely concerned. "Are you still alive there?"
   "You've gotten my reports, haven't you?"
   "Yes, but the Big 8 conference is coming up in St. Petersburg next week, and we've got to brief you on that."
   "Can't you just do a holo-conference for me?"
   "Morgan, we need to brief you in person."
   "So, you're sending a ship for me."
   "Yes - as a matter of fact, it's on its way. The luxury job...with the nice seats."
   "Give me an ETA, and I'll be out with my bag."
   Morgan Proctor ended the conversation without a good-bye, which was becoming her trademark nowadays...not that she was ever really that friendly. She took a healthy sip of her bourbon. "They're sending a ship for me," she thought. "I'm little more than just a toy for them to take out of the toy box when they feel like playing. I'm like a dog on a leash. I could go anywhere in the universe, and they'd send a ship for me to bring me back."
   She then looked at her bottle. "Venusian bourbon?" Ick."
   When she stepped outside into the bright sunlight of Venus, her faithful robot bodyguard was standing there. "Rob, we're heading home - we’ve played hookie long enough."
   "Yes, mum."
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Flounder on July 02, 2017, 11:13:52 PM
Oh goodness.  I'm getting lots of headaches with pictures about where this can all lead.

Morgan will solve it all in her inimitable style.  Can't wait to see that!

 :thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup:
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 02, 2017, 11:58:58 PM
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Morgan will solve it all in her inimitable style.  Can't wait to see that!

As we've started to see, she's getting a taste for alcoholic beverages...
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 04, 2017, 11:43:03 PM
When Morgan shows up at her meeting, she finds out that she will get more than she bargained for...and that there are very un-PC terms for psionics...

When Morgan met with her "war staff" in New New York, she noticed some extra faces. She looked around the room. "This isn't my typical briefing. Mr. Pendlebury here deals with psionics...oh, now wait just a darn minute."
   John Groves spoke. "Morgan, we have some good intel that a deeply-imbedded psionic assassin will be there at the conference in Russia."
   Morgan waved her hands in front of her. "Whoa...I don't do psionics. I haven't had good experiences with them. Besides, I've got Rob here."
   "Rob is a good android, but he's not designed for this kind of mission. He will be there as well if you'd like."
   A young Amphibiosan woman stepped forward to address her. She tipped her head to Morgan, and audible words formed inside of her mind. "Ma'am, perhaps it would be helpful if I introduced myself to you."
   Morgan's eyes got large, and she backed away as if she'd seen a snake in a garden. She pointed a finger at the girl. "You, you did that thing - you were in my mind. I didn't give you permission to be in there. John, I told you I don't cotton to this crap! I'm not having these people run around in my brain like a bunch of teenage vandals in a building."
   The Amphibiosan woman spoke. "I'm sorry to unnerve you like that, Miss Proctor. My name is Jasmeel Sevanar. My gift sometimes makes people quite nervous."
   "Nervous, yes...they call you 'peepers,' don't they?"
   Groves intervened. "Morgan, that's really an insulting term..."
   "Well, do they? You are like a Peeping Tom in an apartment flat."
   Jasmeel looked down. "Well, I don't really care for the title...it's hard to evade it here in the hallways of the Bureaucracy."
   Morgan collected herself. "Young lady, I didn't mean to be rude to you; I'm just very frightened of what you do." She looked around the room. "Where is the other? You people usually travel as a pair."
   Again, Groves coughed. "Morgan, 'you people' sounds so offensive..."
   A slightly built young man in a Bureaucracy uniform sheepishly raised his hand. "Samuel Spencer, ma'am - I'm you're mover."
   "Mover, huh...I could use someone to move me some Martian Mariner right about now."
   With a gentle move of his hands, the bottle of scotch floated over with a glass. Some of the people in the room chuckled in amazement as she grabbed both items.
   "Not very damn funny, Mr. Spencer...but thank you anyway. You must have been a hoot at college parties."
   Spencer remained quiet and smiled.
   Groves winced about the scotch being her first choice for a demonstration. "Morgan, are you done with this dog and pony show? They aren't trained monkeys, for Christ's sake..."
   Morgan's eyes burned into Groves'. "Jonathon Groves, you're going to talk me into this, aren't you?"
   Groves gave her a gentle smirk. "Morgan, when have I been able to talk you into anything? You'll have to make this call for yourself. We feel that there is a considerable danger."
   "Good point." She gulped a small amount of scotch, and put the bottle and glass on the table. "Alright, so be it. I want to talk to these two young people alone, and get to know them over lunch; we'll reconvene here in an hour. Mr. Groves, I'll see you privately later today."
   As the group began to file out, Morgan turned to her android. "Rob - recognize these two under security protocol one alpha alpha. Guys, this is Rob, from Sheffield - he's my knight in plasteel armor."
   Mr. Pendlebury handed Morgan two items the size of passports. "These are their licenses; the Russian government has already been notified of their coming."
   As Morgan walked out of the conference room with her two new bodyguards, she began to relax a bit in their presence. "I know an Amphibiosan; a good friend of mine is married to one."
   "Yes - Kif Kroker...I know him, and his daughter."
   Morgan's eyes again got large as the exterior door of the building opened, as if by magic. She looked at Spencer.
   "The hoo-doo again, huh?"
   "It just seemed right to open a door for you two ladies."
   She stared for just a second. "Right. That it is. Mr. Spencer, Jasmeel, there's a place near here that serves great lobster; I grew up on the east coast, and I know good seafood when I taste it. I've been told that I walk fast, so try and keep up."
   Jasmeel again answered inside of Morgan's mind. "Yes, Miss Proctor."
   Morgan pointed at the woman and gave her an evil smile. "See, you did it again..."
   “Sorry Miss Proctor - old habits die hard.”


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Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: El-Man on July 05, 2017, 12:09:53 AM
Nothing from Morgan about Jasmeel's non-regulation hat? She's mellowing.  :)
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 05, 2017, 12:39:23 AM
::laughs:: Amphibiosan women wear somewhat of a different hat anyway, as they are bald. You'll soon find out that "Jazz" here becomes far more valuable to waste time complaining about a head dress  :)
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Flounder on July 05, 2017, 11:15:10 PM
Jasmeel Sevanar?  She must come from the South Asian side of Amphibios 9.

Will Rob have the chance to deal roughly with the psionic assassin?  It'll be fun to find out. >:D
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 06, 2017, 12:42:00 AM
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Jasmeel Sevanar?  She must come from the South Asian side of Amphibios 9.

You know, if I can get my brain running, a story about Kif's planet is long overdue. And they gave us so much background on the show.

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Will Rob have the chance to deal roughly with the psionic assassin?  It'll be fun to find out. >:D

Yeah, I can't let that cat out of the bag yet. I do think you guys will find the conference interesting to say the least.
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Flounder on July 06, 2017, 02:00:44 AM
You know, if I can get my brain running, a story about Kif's planet is long overdue.

Pfft...your brain is running at Ludicrous Speed compared to mine.

A story about Amphibios 9?  Now THAT has some (and by "some," I mean "a butt-ton of") comic possibility. :)
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 06, 2017, 08:14:24 AM
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A story about Amphibios 9?  Now THAT has some (and by "some," I mean "a butt-ton of") comic possibility. :)

I've always loved that Great Mother character, who was also the Grand Lunch Lady.
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 06, 2017, 10:19:44 PM
...Morgan finds that she has a friend she can let her hair down with, and Leela and her friends get some bad news...

Upon Morgan’s arrival in St. Petersburg, her Bureaucracy counterpart Andrei Fedosov gave her a tour of the city. In the evening, she was treated to a symphony concert; the orchestra played Shostakovich’s 10th symphony, which she truly loved from her childhood. Wherever she went, her two human guardians and Rob were with her. For the first time in many days, she was able to lose herself in the music – she didn’t have to think about psionics, or FLAB terrorists. At the end of the performance, the orchestra was given a standing ovation.
   They arrived late back to the hotel. Rob the android and Spencer took up a post outside of Morgan’s room, and Jasmeel briefly went in to chat with Morgan.
   “If all is alright, ma’am, I’ll join the others outside.”
   “No…don’t rush off. Stay with me a bit – there’s some champagne here.”
   “You’re quite sure…”
   “Please. This job gets lonely. There’s Rob, but he’s only good for so much conversation.”
   Jasmeel sat on the couch in the anteroom of the suite, and allowed Morgan to pour her a glass of champagne. “If you’ll allow me to speak freely, I could sense how the music soothed you.”
   Morgan smiled. “I’ve loved those composers since I was a little girl; Shostakovich, Popov, Prokofiev. We had quite a chamber orchestra in Syracuse in those days, but this is really something.”
   Jasmeel sipped her drink. “It was more than just enjoyment; you’ve been in a great deal of pain lately. The symphony soothed this for just a brief moment.”
   Morgan gazed out across the room, lost in thought. “You see much that is hidden. Shostakovich actually had the brass to stand up to Stalin, at the risk of his life; he died at an old age, having stood up for what he believed in.”
   “May I have a look inside your mind? Maybe I can help…”
   “Miss Jasmeel, absolutely not. I know something that only a few people know; if you peek in there and find it out, it could cost you your life. You’re a nice young woman, and I don’t want to see you hurt. Does that make sense?”
   She finished her glass. “Can I at least give you a sugar cube?”
   “A what? You psionics and your buzzwords. What’s a sugar cube...I forget.”
   Jasmeel smiled. Think of it as a sedative without taking a pill. You’ll have the best night sleep you’ve had in months.”
   “Oh, I guess it couldn’t hurt. You promise not to look around in there…”
   “I promise.” Jasmeel stood behind her, and gently placed her three-digit hand on Morgan’s forehead. Morgan felt her whole body relax, as if she’d been placed  into a nice hot bath. And Jasmeel was right – she had the best night sleep that she’d had in a long time.

At the Planet Express headquarters, a Neptunian mechanic by the name of Tass Mandak showed the cylindrical part to Leela. "Ma'am, as you can plainly see, this is shot. You need to replace it.
   She pointed to her eye. "This does work, you know. But it's so darned expensive."
   "This ship doesn't fly without a new one - I wouldn't chance it."
   "But the cost...I've got to call the old man before I give you a yes. Can't we buy a re-conditioned one?"
   "Where is Farnsworth, anyway? I haven't seen him around much..."
   "Hospital."  The image of Cubert appeared on the screen of her wrist-thingee. "Cubert - is the Old Man still there? I've got to run something by him double-plus quick. All I need to do is to show him a holo image."
   Cubert just stood there for a second. "Uh, Leela...you need to come down here with me."
   "Cubert, I've got my hands full with this hunk-of-junk ship. I only need to ask him one question."
   Again an awkward pause. "Leela - you need to come down here."
   "Cubert...I've never seen you like this in all these years; I'll be there as quick as I can." Leela looked around for Amy. "Amy? Bring your air-car around - we need to go to the hospital. And round up Fry; Bender can watch the kids."
   "But Leela...what about the part?"
   "Go ahead and order it, Tass. Ship's gotta fly." Leela bit her finger; in a terrible way, she was afraid that she might now be in charge of Planet Express.


BTW, here is the symphony Morgan heard: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_HzLh6-hb8&t=2001s The first movement kind of fits in with what's here...
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Flounder on July 07, 2017, 02:07:33 AM
...the orchestra played Shostakovich’s 10th symphony, which she truly loved from her childhood.

You're right, that first movement does sound like this story put to music.  Thanks for sharing that recording by Melodiya!

At the Planet Express headquarters, a Neptunian mechanic by the name of Tass Mandak showed the cylindrical part to Leela. "Ma'am, as you can plainly see, this is shot. You need to replace it..."

It's obviously the control rod for the porpoise-hork-modulated graviton and gravioli reactor.  Those things take a beating. :giggle:

Don't think Leela is going to get a reply from the Professor...Staying tuned.
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 07, 2017, 08:24:23 AM
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It's obviously the control rod for the porpoise-hork-modulated graviton and gravioli reactor.  Those things take a beating. :giggle:

With phlobotinum leaks, no less. Old Tass here is a character I've been wanting to introduce for a while - he's their resident grease monkey. Just think Elzar with a mechanic jump suit and a hat.
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 08, 2017, 11:49:04 PM
...Morgan's life is saved by an Amphibiosan...and an android...

The Bureaucracy summit was held on a beautiful day; bureaucratic leaders from all over Europe, Africa and the Americas were there for speeches, handshaking and a grand lunch. Morgan had briefly seen Palace Square before, but she'd never seen the Winter Palace; in short, the view was breathtaking.
   John Groves was enjoying an electronic cigarette. "Well, what do you think?"
   "John, do we really need all this security? This is little more than an excuse for a bunch of old bureaucrat fuddy-duddies to enjoy a free lunch and lie to each other. I'd rather just sneak out and enjoy the Winter Palace here."
   "Morgan, you know that when we get a credible threat that we have to be ready for it."
   "Yes, but this? Two psionics? I've got Rob here."
   "Look around the square. All those men and women in suits. The Russian Republic has their best security teams here; they can find anything from a gun to a pair of tweezers, but not a one of them can spot a lone psionic - Jasmeel can."
   "What can a psionic do, anyway?"
   Groves shot Morgan a concerned look. "Morgan, you haven't seen the army videos I've had to watch - they used real people in those videos, not store dummies."
   Morgan grumbled. "I have seen what you people can do with nukes..."
   "Morgan..."
   She put up her hand. "I know, I know..."
   The Bureaucratic president of Lower Volta came over to greet Morgan; she warmly shook his hand and asked him how his family was. She then rejoined the conversation with Groves.
   "Why in God's name would they target me anyway?"
   "You know why..."
   The color briefly drained from Morgan's face. "Oh god - the bomb. Retaliation?"   
   "We have it on good authority."
   Morgan's face then went red with anger. "John, that damned nuke of yours is going to haunt me for the rest of my days. You and I both know that whole thing could've been handled differently..."
   "Morgan - the guys upstairs..."
   "I know - they can kill innocent tourists and sleep like a baby at night; I can't. I should have just come clean and taken responsibility for the whole mess. I would have been ruined, but maybe, just maybe I'd still have a soul left."
   Groves grumbled. "Is this what this is about, your soul?"
   Morgan Proctor then heard the familiar voice of Jasmeel echo in her head. "Miss Proctor, can you hear me?"
   She looked around and spotted her, and answered back with her thoughts. "You can call me Morgan - I'm not some sort of countess."
   "Miss...Morgan, they're here - I've felt them. Spencer and I will do our best to protect you. Be ready to move at a moment's notice - and  tell Rob. Oh, and call me Jazz."
   "You've got a deal, Jazz."
   Groves looked concerned as he looked into Morgan's eyes. "She's talking to you, isn't she?"
   Morgan answered him. "She is...and she's worried as hell. They've found something."
   Jazz called to her again. "Morgan, I can feel this person's rage throbbing in my head..."

   As Leela, Amy and Fry entered the hospital, they were met by Cubert and an amalgamated priest. Leela's eye got large. "Oh, God - this isn't going to be good news, is it? Why is this priest here?"
   Cubert looked sad. "I couldn't tell you guys over the wrist-thingee...it all happened so suddenly..."
   The priest intervened. "Maybe it would be best if we spoke over here in the conference room..."
   Leela and the others were given the details on how Professor Farnsworth passed away.

   Morgan Proctor gave what she felt was the most boring speech of her life, and her audience applauded with enthusiasm. She started off with that dreadful joke about the bureaucrat and the Martian farmer's daughter, which still managed somehow to generate liberal laughter. All through the speech, Morgan nervously scanned the around the square; how could they choose such a huge place for this goat and pony show, anyway?
   As Morgan began her question and answer session, Jasmeel finally spotted something out of place; security people call it a JDLR, or something that "just doesn't look right." She spotted several steak knives floating a few inches above the woman's buffet table. Morgan heard the excited shouts of Spencer in her head.
   "Jazz - food service woman!"
   "I see her...Morgan, tell Rob."

   Morgan quickly turned to her android. "Rob - food service."
   Rob focused in on the woman and leaned out in front of Morgan. A set of steak knives took off from the woman's buffet table like launched missiles and began flying toward the podium where Morgan spoke. As they left the table, they gained speed until they became lethal projectiles. Rob shoved Morgan down and out of the way, and positioned himself in the path of the knives. The android took a direct hit in his pastiglass face plate, and fell to the ground. Screams and shouts from the crown ensued.
   Before the young assassin could get more projectiles airborne, Spencer sent a table flying her way. By this time the Russian security agents tackled the woman, and quickly got her into cuffs. Morgan was swiftly pulled into the building by the Bureaucracy security team.
   Groves checked on Morgan. "You okay, kiddo?"
   "I'm fine; scared to death, but fine. What's going on with Rob?"
   "Rob? The android?"
   "That big lug saved my life. What's going on with him?"
   "He was damaged pretty badly, but we're all alright. We've got some cuts and things, but we're all just fine."
   Morgan heard that familiar voice inside her head. "Miss...I mean, Morgan - are you safe?"
   "I'm doing fine, Jazz. Both of you?"
   "We're both fine."
   "You two kids did well out there today - thanks."

   Groves continued. "The press wants to have some sort of interview -  we need to let them know you're unharmed."
   "Is Linda Schoonhoven here? I'll give her a quick interview, and then I want to be taken back to my hotel so I can collapse from all of this."
   "I can make that happen. Anything else?"
   "I want to see Rob."
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: El-Man on July 09, 2017, 12:31:39 AM
Leela and the others were given the details on how Professor Farnsworth passed away.

Laughing maniacally and ranting about doomsday devices, I hope.
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 09, 2017, 12:39:52 AM
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Laughing maniacally and ranting about doomsday devices, I hope.

They say that madness ran in his family...and why? because he dared to dream of his own race of atomic monsters, atomic supermen with octagonal shaped bodies that suck blood...the eulogy to his service would have been interesting...
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 09, 2017, 06:12:31 PM
...Leela has to take over a big responsibility, and Morgan watches on as they try to repair her buddy Rob...

It was early the next morning when the Planet Express crew got back to the old red brick building. It was silent, and the rain pounding down outside could be heard on the windows. An occasional rumble of thunder broke the quiet, and rattled everyone's thoughts. Hermes was waiting for them when they got in, running a hand through his graying hair. He put a set of keys in Leela's hand.
   "You know what dees are; you are now in charge of da whole enchilada. His office is now your office." He then pulled out a small black case and handed it to Fry. "This is his first Fields Medal; being that you are da only living relative, he would have wanted you to have it. I've got an attorney coming over at 1:00 to go over the will wid you guys, but you pretty much know what he wanted to have happen on dis day."
   Leela looked down at the keys in her hand. "I just never thought this day would come so soon."

   As per Morgan's orders, some mechanics brought in Rob and laid him out on the floor. Morgan bent down and rubbed his plastiglass face with her fingers. "You poor lug..."
   The damaged android came to life, his voice distorted in an electronic manner. "Mum - everyone safe?"
   "Everyone's safe."
   "Did I do well?"
   "Sheffield Rob, you did very well. Your programmers would have been very proud."
   "Will I be sent back home to the UK for a refit?"
   "Yes, sweetie, you'll be sent back to the Sceptred Isle before you know it."
   "It's been a pleasure serving you, mum."
   "You just lie back and let this man work on you."
   The one mechanic looked at Morgan. "I'm going to have to dismantle him - we can't fix his memory, but we can still use his body."
   Morgan nodded her approval. The mechanic shut him off and began to work on him. No longer the big gentleman that used to dote over her, he was now little more than just a car that a mechanic had to work on. The man opened his faceplate, and pulled out the android's main motherboard.
   "You want this? It can't be used for anything anymore, but it would be a nice keepsake."
   Morgan accepted it. "Thank you."

(http://pre01.deviantart.net/f359/th/pre/i/2017/190/1/5/the_torch_is_passed____by_gulliver63-dbfof2t.jpg)
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: El-Man on July 09, 2017, 10:48:16 PM
He then pulled out a small black case and handed it to Fry. "This is his Fields Medal

*Pedantic alert*   Didn't the Professor have two?


The one mechanic looked at Morgan. "I'm going to have to dismantle him - we can't fix his memory, but we can still use his body."

Oh. I thought Rob would be back with Morgan after a quick restore and head replacement.  Sad scenes all around. :(
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 09, 2017, 11:42:52 PM
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*Pedantic alert*   Didn't the Professor have two?

Yeah, I remember there being two, and that it was the target of talking smack on Billion Backs. I could put his first or something like that...in fact, I think I will.
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Flounder on July 10, 2017, 11:51:16 PM
Before the young assassin could get more projectiles airborne, Spencer sent a table flying her way. By this time the Russian security agents tackled the woman, and quickly got her into cuffs. Morgan was swiftly pulled into the building by the Bureaucracy security team.

Good thing the Russians had the latest style of handcuffs, complete with built-in psionic shield. :eek:


   "Did I do well?"
   "Sheffield Rob, you did very well. Your programmers would have been very proud."
   "Will I be sent back home to the UK for a refit?"
   "Yes, sweetie, you'll be sent back to the Sceptred Isle before you know it."

Greensleeves, Canterbury Tales, and Rule Britannia!  Homeward bound, Rob is.  If only he'd been backed up...

Even though it was done for a sad occasion, just like Morgan, Leela and Amy look pretty good when you doll them up, too.  The streak of gray in Leela's hair is just the right distinguishing accent.
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 11, 2017, 12:07:00 AM
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Even though it was done for a sad occasion, just like Morgan, Leela and Amy look pretty good when you doll them up, too.  The streak of gray in Leela's hair is just the right distinguishing accent.

The years are settling in, and parenthood takes its toll. And Cubert is twenty-something in this piece.
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Ramon 51 on July 11, 2017, 02:22:04 AM
Sweet artwork and wonderful story line.  Keep it up! :mellow: :thumbsup: :thumbsup:
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 11, 2017, 08:01:56 AM
Thanks Ramon; out of all the Morgan stories, I had the least confidence of this one succeeding. But it is sort of an interesting storyline...
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Flounder on July 12, 2017, 02:16:57 AM
...out of all the Morgan stories, I had the least confidence of this one succeeding.

Oh, puh-leeze.  It takes real talent to give such a detailed, intricate, fascinating backstory to a character who only appeared in one episode. 

You're doing an excellent job, Gulliver.  Keep up the good work! :thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup:
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 12, 2017, 04:42:15 PM
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Oh, puh-leeze.  It takes real talent to give such a detailed, intricate, fascinating backstory to a character who only appeared in one episode. 

And all we really know about her was that she had an awful prom date that ended in regulation disappointment. Writing about this character was a little like doing a police investigation to find out, "How did she get this way?" I came up with a reasonable model of a human being, someone who became gigantically successful in the business world at the expense of everything else in her life.  It stood to reason that she'd be a person who'd encountered a great deal of disappointment  in her life. The last thing I wanted for her was to be a Mary Sue that succeeded at everything she did  -how boring.

And as for me, I'm just a very clever ape that works well with tools... :)
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 13, 2017, 05:42:13 PM
...Rob is back from the dead, but is it really Rob? And Morgan's drinking is beginning to raise some concerns...

On Monday morning Morgan took the time to present Jasmeel and Spencer with shiny gold medals in her office.
   “I wanted to give these to you in the Tulip Garden, but the guys upstairs threw a hissy-fit when I suggested it. Lord knows, I’d like to tell the world how well you did over in Russia, but it’s still basically a secret operation.” She shook their hands. “Even though you guys still give me the willies, I’m proud of you. We’ll have to do lunch again sometime.”
   They both thanked her and went about their way.
   Morgan then beckoned Father Coughlin in to her office.
   “Morgan, this is highly unusual – how are you holding up?”
   “I’m doing just fine, but I want you to do me a favor.”
   “Anything – just ask.”
   “Father, I’ve seen priests like yourself bless inanimate objects, like aircraft, boats and such.”
   He chuckled. “Yes, we do that on occasion. Do you have a yacht you want me to bless?”
   “Very funny, Father. I need you to write a memorial prayer for an android.”
   He gave her a confused look. “You mean, the one you called Rob…”
   “I know it sounds nutty, but he’s been one of my only friends here. He’s been with me day and night, guarding my door and screening my visitors. And without him, I’d probably be dead or badly injured. Can you do it?”
   “Well, I’ve been asked to do some unusual things. Rob was created by human hands, and we always hope and pray that those hands are guided to do good things; it seems like they’ve been well guided in this case. I’ll call you this afternoon with something.”
   “Thanks, Father.”
   Morgan picked up Rob’s positronic circuit board and gave it friendly pat as the graying priest left her office. She heard a tap on her door, and she turned to find the robotics service tech coming in with her new android.
   “Rob – you’re back from the dead.”
   The service tech answered her. “Not Rob, but even better. We were able to salvage his body, but we also installed a new positronic brain from the RVN corporation. Give him a try, Miss P.”
   “RVN, huh…we’ll just call him ‘Arvin.’ Welcome to your new home, Arvin.”
   “Good day, ma’am.”
   Morgan curled her face in disappointment. The voice was pleasant, but had no accent of any kind. It was a diluted, computerized voice devoid of any human quality. “Where’s that wonderful accent the last one of you had? The Sheffield brogue?”
   “Ma’am, I’m programmed to have an accent clearly understood by nearly everyone on planet Earth and the nearby planets.”
   “…Right. Oh well, we have a busy day ahead of us, Arvin – chop, chop.”

John Groves wasn't the happy-go-lucky man that Morgan was used to when he came into her office that Thursday morning.
   "John - how goes it this morning?"
   "I figured that you'd have a glass in your hand when I came in."
   "John...don't over-react - it's just a spot of scotch before lunch."
   "I saw your interview this morning - you were on the sauce...I could tell."   
   Morgan started to take another swig from her glass, and then set it aside with a look of guilt. "Look, John - I still get the job done. I just need a little rocket fuel to get my day started."
   John's look of anger turned to one of a concerned friend. "Look Morgan, the people upstairs want you to take a few days to get away and get cleaned up for a bit. They want you to go to a resort on Venus and have fun by the poolside. They're losing their patience with you."
   "Oh...is that how it is?" Morgan glanced over at her items in her cubbyholes; she spotted the black stone tiger her father had given her. "If I go anywhere, I want it to be Mars. I spent part of my growing up there."
   "Fine - they have several really nice dude ranches there. You can have some nice cowboy show you how to ride a buggalo. Even better for the publicity photos. Get some clean air."
   "I'm going there to see my father; he's not in the best of health. I got a call this morning."
   John Groves stepped back from the warpath, and became that old friend and advisor he once was. "That's fine - maybe that's the best thing for you. It's a great cover story for the press."
   Her face was devoid of emotion."It's more than just a cover story - he's dying."
   Again a pause. "That's fine - take as much time as you want. But, and I want this to be clear - I want you to lay off the sauce. Savvy?"
   "Savvy. I'm assuming there will be a ship standing by..."
   "Of course. You can take Arvin with you."
   "Sure. I'll be packed."
   "I'll let the pilot know you're on your way to Olympica City."
   Morgan's mind floated back to her teen years. "I can take it from there."
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 16, 2017, 07:13:08 PM
...Morgan sees her father for the last time...

As Morgan entered the old, rundown house, with its Martian storm shutters and smaller sash windows, her mind went back through the years to when she was younger. The house had been through many sandstorms, and had seen better days, but was definitely built to last - most of it was built from the dark volcanic rock that was so plenteous on Mars. Like most Martian households, small volcanic figurines of the Demon Kings adorned the front yard - a little something to keep the evil spirits at bay. As she stood in the living room reminiscing, a Martian woman came in to meet her; she addressed her in Martian.
   "Oh, I'm sorry - Maleeka. Mahatta e mi Affa?"
   The woman chuckled. "Your father is this way - I'll show you. You speak good Martian."
   She shifted easily into the Martian native tongue. "Thanks - I spent some time here growing up."
   "You must be Morgan - you're all he talks about."
   Morgan had to choke back a tear, but she couldn't show it. "Really?"
   "He's so proud of you being Bureaucrat General and all; he always watches you when you give a speech."
   This really pierced her through the heart. "Really?"
   "He's very proud."
   Morgan entered the room and saw her aging father Conrad. He'd lost a lot of weight since she'd seen him last, and was pretty much bedridden. His tired eyes focused on his daughter. "Squirt?"
   Morgan let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah...it's me, Pops."
   "I saw you over in Russia..."
   Morgan made a dismissive wave with her hand. "Oh, it wasn't all that big of a deal, Dad. The TV made it more than what it was."
   He reached for her hand; when he had it in his, he squeezed it with what strength he had. "Your mother would have been so proud of what you've become. Are you going to be here for long? I know you're busy..."
   "I'll be here for a few days...as long as you need me..."
   "It's good to have you around again. I still have that air-bike in the garage, if you need it to get around."
   Amid the tears she was choking back, Morgan Proctor let loose with a gentle laugh. "I'll go fetch it if I need it, Pops."

   That next morning Morgan met with a group of Martians outside of Conrad's house; she was carrying a box of what few personal items her father left behind. A young Martian, a representative of their Chieftain, spoke for the group in his native tongue. "Machee-kacheela Miss Proctor," he said. "It is the wish of our tribe that we honor Conrad with a warrior's funeral pyre; he has been very good to our people."
   "I would be honored by that, as I'm sure he would. My father really didn't have much of anything; I want you to have his car and air-bike, and I want his clothes distributed to the poorest among you. I also want to thank you all for being such good friends to him."
   "As you wish, Matron."
   She glanced down at the red soil. The word Matron struck her, as she found it a deep honor to be called one on Mars...much more of an honor than being called a Bureaucrat General back on Earth. "I probably won't come back here...I'll have no reason to."
   The young Martian grabbed a small amount of the loose dirt, and put it into the palm of Morgan's hand. "Mars won't forget you; don't forget about us."
   She squeezed the young man's shoulder, as this was quite an honor. "I won't forget about you."
   Arvin came up to collect her in an air-car. "Will you be going back over to the ship, ma'am?"
   "Yes, Arvin - we're going back to the starport."
   Morgan felt very old and weary as she walked through the red Martian soil.
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 19, 2017, 07:32:49 PM
...Morgan considers a change in position...

John Groves caught up with Morgan in her office early in the morning several days later.
   "Hey - you look like a million bucks. You stayed away from the sauce, didn't you?"
   "You'll be pleased to know that I didn't have a drop to drink since I've been gone."
   John looked worried, pointing at a glass on the table.
   "It's ginger beer, John."
   He looked relieved. "Oh, good. So, is the Tiger Woman ready to get back to work?"
   "John, I've come to a very important decision in my life. And believe me, it wasn't easy. I'm resigning as Bureaucrat General."
   His eyes popped wide open. "You're what?"
   "You heard me - I'm quitting. I'm getting off the merry-go-round."
   John Groves looked like he'd had ice water thrown in his face. "Morgan, Morgan - if it's about pay..."
   "Pay? This isn't about the money. I've got more damned money than I know what to do with, seeing that every bit of food, drink and clothing is gratis for me. I've got enough money squirreled away to last me a thousand years. Hell, I don't even pay rent. The problem is that I'm not really making a difference here...I'm little more than someone's doll living in a fancy dollhouse."
   "But...you're going to retire?"
   "Retire? I have no intention of retiring. I'd curl up my toes and die if I retired - you know that. I've got to go back where things just made more sense. I've got to do something that has meaning...where I made a difference." She slid him a pile of papers across her desk. "This is my proposal."
   He quickly glanced over the pages. "This? You're going from here to this?"
   "Can you do it?"
   "But...I'd have to run it by the people..."
   "Upstairs, I know. I don't care what you have to do - can you do this? For me?"
   He was slack-jawed. His eyes went from the papers up to her eyes. "If this is what you want, I'm sure I can make it happen. But could you just come to Lower Volta and mediate the conflict with Macronesia before you go? No one else can do it like you - you've been asked for specifically by the Imperial Rann himself."
   "That's a fair exchange - I'll go and bring my 'A' game over there. But when I'm done, I'm done. Just honor this for me."
   "Morgan..."
   "Go...just go. And get this started."
   Groves left quickly and quietly.

   A frightened Zelma Flaherty found herself summoned to that sacred place in the Bureaucracy Building known as the Crystal Palace. As soon as she walked in, Morgan met her.
   “Miss P, what is this all about?”
   Morgan walked up to her and took her badge from her uniform.
   “Did I do something wrong?”
   “Not at all. I’m replacing your badge with this one.”
   Zelma looked down at the badge in shock. Her beloved Grade 19 badge was now replaced with a Grade 17 one. “Miss P? I don’t understand.”
   “You can thank Mr. Groves for this - he was able to make it happen. You now have a better office, and more pay. And if you ask me, it was a long time in coming.”
   “But Miss P - they said that you’re stepping down. Where will you go?”
   “Zelma, you let me worry about that. Like I’ve always said, never do anything without a plan.”
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 22, 2017, 06:05:17 PM
...Morgan finds herself returning back to the first love of her business life..."

Turanga Leela's frustration level rose as she found herself overwhelmed in the running of Planet Express; young Annie, Amy's daughter, could sense this as she played a video game in the corner of the office.
   "Where did the old man keep his parts inventory? Where?" Leela ran her fingers through her hair which was starting to turn that lighter shade of purple. "I wish I could call him...wherever he is."
   Little Annie stepped up to the computer. "Auntie Leela, if I may..."
   "Go ahead - I'm having no luck."
   "Mr. Farnsworth was a scientist - he would have kept these things stored like scientific equations." The little girl punched in several characters with a chubby finger. The inventory spreadsheet came to life.
   Leela smirked. "Smart-aleck."
   She flashed Leela a toothy grin, and her eyes popped wide open. "Do I get to ride in the ship again?"
   Leela's eye got that angry curve, and then she rubbed the girl's spiky hair. "Yeah...when we get it fixed up some more, you'll get a ride somewhere."
   "Yeah!" The girl pumped her arm and scrambled out of the room to brag to her mother.
   Leela went back to her paperwork as Hermes shadowed the door. "Miss Leela - I just got a message from the Bureaucracy that a message was going to arrive from the Bureaucracy."
   "Hermes...in Galactic Standard, please."
   "We're going to have an inspection from the Bureaucracy today."
   "Seriously? Now? I'm up to my eyeball in paperwork, and I don't have time to break in some newby."
   A woman's voice answered. "Oh, you won't have to worry about that; I know my way around pretty well."
   Leela looked up and saw the older bureaucrat with the white streak in her hair standing with Hermes; she cracked an unusual smile. "Morgan Proctor?"

The End

Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: MTC29 on July 22, 2017, 08:33:09 PM
...Morgan finds herself returning back to the first love of her business life..."


   A woman's voice answered. "Oh, you won't have to worry about that; I know my way around pretty well."
   Leela looked up and saw the older bureaucrat with the white streak in her hair standing with Hermes; she cracked an unusual smile. "Morgan Proctor?"

The End

The circle is now complete...to coin a phrase. Another great story.
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Gulliver63 on July 22, 2017, 08:36:13 PM
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The circle is now complete...to coin a phrase. Another great story.

Thanks! And now...the next story takes us to the end of her life...
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Flounder on August 03, 2017, 10:20:00 PM

   "Seriously? Now? I'm up to my eyeball in paperwork, and I don't have time to break in some newby."
   A woman's voice answered. "Oh, you won't have to worry about that; I know my way around pretty well."
   Leela looked up and saw the older bureaucrat with the white streak in her hair standing with Hermes; she cracked an unusual smile. "Morgan Proctor?"

Will Morgan be more of a Hermes-style bureaucrat?  We can only wait and see.

Great one, Gulliver!  Next stop - retirement!
Title: Re: "Morgan the BG"
Post by: Ramon 51 on August 04, 2017, 12:59:06 AM
Outstanding fan fiction! :thumbsup: :thumbsup: You have really fleshed Morgan out as a character. :redstar: :redstar: :redstar: :redstar: :redstar: