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"Morgan the BG"
« 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.”

« Last Edit: June 11, 2017, 11:45:36 PM by Gulliver63 »
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Re: "Morgan the BG"
« Reply #1 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.
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« Reply #2 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."
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« Reply #3 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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Re: "Morgan the BG"
« Reply #4 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.  :)
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Re: "Morgan the BG"
« Reply #5 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
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« Reply #6 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.
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« Reply #7 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.
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« Reply #8 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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« Reply #9 on: June 16, 2017, 12:04:42 AM »

   "Sheffield, to be exact, mum. At the Sterling Mechanical Man Works."
   


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.
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« Reply #10 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.
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« Reply #11 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? :)

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« Reply #12 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.
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« Reply #13 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.

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« Reply #14 on: June 18, 2017, 05:43:41 PM »
Excellent story! :thumbsup: :thumbsup: Please keep it up! :wannaeat:
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