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It was a new morning. Like other days, the day before was largely uneventful. It was an overcast day and as Doc was set for food and wood, he opted to catch up on other things as the rains would arrive. Checking his com link, he found an old friend calling from the Omicron system.
Dear Dr. John Henry Holliday,
It has been a long time since I had the chance to meet you.
I must confess that my life I've been pretty disorganized during the last years but I am now back in business in Sirius.
Recently, I've participated to the creation of a new zoner society in omicron-74, we call ourselves the Zoner Consensus. You might recognize our ships in space thanks to their identification sign >Z|.
Basically, our primary goal is to improve the welfare of human beings in Sirius. To reach this goal we are taking several actions :
1. Develop and spread knowledge necessary to transform our societies into an improved society regarding the welfare of people
2. Help the people in need through humanitarian projects: providing food and other essential goods, health care, basic education, etc.
If you are interested you will find a more complete description here.
The reason why I am contacting you today is that we would like to establish a partnership with Med Force Enterprises. While it is obvious you have a greater expertise in medicine, we could provide logistic support (transports of goods and persons) and share results of research activities in the field of medicine (physiology, psychology, epidemiology, toxicology, etc.)
We hope we will hear soon from you and be able to collaborate with Med Force Enterprises.
Sincerely,
Dankien Moebus
He sat back for a moment with his coffee. "Dankien Moebus," he said under his breath, "The Zoner Consensus.......that's new."
As he sat back with the message on screen, he remembered all the turmoil from the Omicrons. Miguel Sephardi wanting Freeport 9 for the Corsairs and the constant battles between them and the Outcasts. The very thought actually turned him off.
He also thought of where he was now. While this little bit of lakeside heaven was secluded and wonderful, he was, after all, a doctor and scientist. One couldn't wallow in self pity forever.
"Perhaps Mr. Moebus would like to visit for a chat," he commented under his breath.
Standing up, he stood in the doorway and looked out over the lake. Even rainy days here were beautiful. But, as he told himself, one can't hide forever. He would later send a reply to Dankien Moebus.
