Relations: Smash Your TV! (online version)
Ester Weinstein 
Ester Weinstein sat back in a comfortable chair. Commander Ng sat in the chair to her
immediate right and her new friend, Hotcha, sat to the left of her. Various other Boeing
officers and executives sat around the rest of the conference table. She had spent many
years cultivating this crew. The select few that she felt she could absolutely trust. Other
high ranking officers of the corporation were still back in Seattle. She felt guilty that
there was still Boeing personnel down on the planet, while they were up here in the relative
safety of space. But the people in Seattle were doing good work. They were holding their
own in the skirmishes that were breaking out so far. The best thing that she could do to help
them was to continue all of the good things they were doing up here on the station.
The good news was continuing to come in. That morning Boeing spacecraft had gathered up the
last of the corporate satellites and launched them toward Jupiter. Now, nothing orbited
the planet Earth but the moon, the space station, and Boeing spacecraft. The corporations had
managed to establish alternative means of operating. They had switched to redundant land lines
and transmitting with high flying aircraft but Boeing had proven that they could exploit
the vulnerabilities in their networks whenever it pleased them. They made one or two new
Hotcha videomercials every day. And broadcast them at will. Ester wished she could see the
look on Sharon Shafer's face as they aired.
Also earlier today the envoy from France had arrived. Negotiations had taken no time at
all. France could undoubtedly use Boeing's help, and Boeing could use a safer place than
Seattle to send space craft back and forth. It was a perfect match, and the French delegation
seemed like such great people and Ester felt a bit more confident now that all of this
craziness could succeed.