The Trojan Horse

by Christopher Nuttall

  “The best-case scenario is that we will be able to join the transnational government later on,” he continued. “We already know that certain governments – North Korea, for example – will not be joining the world government, even though they will be guaranteed full internal autonomy. But the Federation is apparently convinced that they will eventually fall and when that happens, they will be allowed to join the world government. If that happens to us, however, we will lose all input into the negotiations surrounding the formation of the world government. We will have to accept whatever terms are dictated by the transnational authority.

  “The worst-case scenario is that we will never be allowed to join the transnational government, which means that America will not be part of the Federation. It is quite possible that the effects of such isolation will be utterly devastating. The remainder of the world will soar ahead into space, their industrial bases upgraded by the Federation, while we remain mired in the gravity well. You all know what would happen to our economy if we lost the ability to trade with the rest of the world. At best, we’d be a modern version of pre-Perry Japan; isolated, backward and unheeded. At worst...”

  “They’d take over,” Senator Hamlin growled. He was renowned for being excessively right-wing, but he was under a great deal of pressure from his home state. Elections were coming up and the deciding issue would be the Galactic Federation. Making the wrong choice could destroy his career. “We’d be ground away until we’d just collapse like the Ottomans...”

  Toby wondered, as the President cleared his throat with a hint of irritation, if the Senator had just signed his own death warrant. He had no way of knowing that the aliens were watching the meeting, or that he ought to guard his words. On the other hand, a Senator was far better protected than an ordinary blogger and any assassination attempt, even an unsuccessful one, would run the risk of exposure. He started to lay plans in the back of his mind, wondering if the aliens could be pushed into exposing themselves, as the President continued to speak.

  “At worst, we’d be looking at total social collapse,” the President said. Toby remembered the day, just before his inauguration, when the President had been shown some of the highly-classified contingency plans drawn up by government agencies. Some of them had been harrowing, warning of the dangers of racial and ethnic conflict in America, or of the sudden loss of all oil supplies from the Middle East. In theory, the United States could survive such an embargo, but in practice the results would devastate the economy. “I don't think that our public would thank us for condemning them to outright chaos while the French and the Russians get to go to the stars.”

  There was a long uncomfortable pause. “Let’s be clear on this,” the President said. “We are talking about giving up almost all of our ability to influence the world. We are talking about giving up most of our ability to defend ourselves – even though the Federation has promised that any state that joins the world government will be protected by the Federation. And, most importantly of all, we are talking about giving up ultimate authority over ourselves. We have refused to work with the International Criminal Court and other such transnational entities because they would compromise our independence and our right to stand in judgement over our own people. If we join now, we will have some say in how the global government is organised, but we won’t have a decisive vote. That, ladies and gentlemen, is what is at stake here; America herself.

  “Do we accept their terms and become part of a world government, or do we refuse and attempt to negotiate better terms for ourselves?” He asked “But we have very little to bargain with, don't we? They do not need our technology, or our food, or our industrial base. The space components we have seen them order from our industrial corporations can be just as easily be produced in China, or Russia, or even Africa. We are in a very weak bargaining position; on one hand, technology in exchange for surrendering part of our independence; on the other hand, isolation and inevitable decline.”

  And the termination of a number of political careers, Toby thought, coldly. The mainstream media had been painting Federation membership in glowing terms. There was no constitutional basis for a national referendum or any other form of direct democracy, but if a referendum happened to be held, Toby was not sanguine about the prospects. The latest polls showed a massive upswing in pro-alien views. If any of the politicians took too strong a stance against the Federation, their careers would likely be terminated.

  “The choice is ours,” the President concluded. “Where do we stand?”

  Unsurprisingly, Jeannette McGreevy was the first to speak. The Secretary of State, according to the FBI’s counter-intelligence division, had had at least a dozen meetings with the aliens, during which they’d discussed...what? She’d been reluctant to allow the CIA or anyone else to debrief her afterwards, citing confidentiality concerns. As the Secretary of State, she’d been involved in any number of sensitive negotiations – including some with countries the American public regarded as one step below Satan himself – that would have caused a political catfight if any details were released into the public domain, but surely negotiations with an alien power were different. Toby would have given his right arm to know what the aliens had said to her – and what she’d said to them.

  “I feel that our choice is obvious,” she said. “I think that we should accept the alien terms, without hesitation. We are a very strong and capable nation, even outside the military field. We will be very well placed to take advantage of the infusion of alien technology and the loans they’ve promised us to get our technology up to speed. Given ten years, we can make the switch to a fusion economy and start repairing the damage we've done to the Earth – and, just incidentally, see the Arabs try to drink their oil.”

  There were a handful of nervous chuckles. “We should not think of this in terms of giving up our independence,” she added. “We have been told that we will have full internal autonomy and our local government systems will remain as we choose to keep them. There will still be a Senate, there will still be a Congress, there will even still be a President. And, given the time needed to develop our own industries, we have the ability, the drive, the determination, to take what the Federation can offer us and use it to take America to the stars. Is there any other nation on Earth as capable as we are of developing and deploying technology?”

  She shook her head. “We are always scared of change, as a race,” she said. “There are people who prefer to remain in squalor rather than make a jump to an unknown destination, fearful of what might happen to them if they move. We see battered wives remaining with their husbands because they’re scared to leave. I tell you now that there is no reason to fear the future. We have the ability to take the alien technology and use it to our own best advantage. And the Federation will allow us to do just that!

  “Yes, we are puny by their standards, but that will change. A bright shining future awaits America – awaits the entire human race – if only we dare to reach out and grasp it for ourselves. Don’t think of what we will be giving up, Mr. President; think of what we will be gaining by joining the Galactic Federation. We are no longer alone! We are children in a universe of adults. It’s time to put aside childish things and grow up into the adults we have always known we could be. It’s time to join the interstellar community.”

  Her speech sounded good, Toby had to admit. Anti-alien bloggers had concentrated on the negatives, wondering aloud why the Federation would even care about human military forces when they could obliterate them from orbit with ease. By focusing on the positive, she made the negative seem absurd, a small price to pay for humanity’s leg up into adulthood. And if Toby hadn't known about the alien bugs, he would have wanted to believe her. The entire world would want to believe her, if only because the promise was so...promising. A bright shining future seemed to beckon, waiting for the entire human race.

  The President cleared his throat. “Jeannette has spoken in favour of accepting the alien terms,” he said. “Would anyone like
to speak against them?”

  Toby watched, keeping his face expressionless. Several Senators who had been vocal opponents of transnational institutions in the past kept their mouths shut, seemingly unwilling to challenge the Federation openly. But then, modern Washington leaked like a sieve; a single leak, picked up and amplified by the media, could destroy a career. The blandness of modern politics contrasted sharply with the world it had created. No one dared to venture onto the record when it could shatter their hopes and dreams for the future.

  There was the sound of someone clearing their throat. Toby looked down and saw General Elliot Thomas preparing to speak. The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff had been invited to what was, officially, a political meeting because he had his thumb on the pulse of military opinion. Whatever the Federation might have in mind, disbanding ninety percent of the American military machine would put hundreds of thousands of people out of work and onto the streets. That hadn't worked out too well in Iraq and it wouldn't be much better in America. Toby had heard that Congress was even debating a bill to ensure that all military personnel continued to receive their salaries for at least six months. It was a nice idea, but he doubted it would pass. Congress hated the thought of paying someone for nothing, at least someone outside the political circle.

  “Mr. President,” he said, gruffly. “I would not say that the Federation’s promises are not extremely attractive. I would not argue that we are being offered something we should refuse, without consideration, even if we were the only nation on Earth. And, put bluntly, decisions regarding discussions with foreign powers are a political concern. It is my duty, however, to make you aware of the military implications of the Federation’s demands.”

  “There are none,” McGreevy said, sharply. “The Federation is not planning to invade us, General. And even if they were, how much chance would we stand against someone who can cross the gulf of space?”

  Thomas ignored her, but then; they were old enemies. Toby knew that Thomas had never forgiven McGreevy for her political interference during a brief crisis with Iran, nine months ago. He’d said that she’d intruded upon military affairs and almost cost America nine young lives. She said that she’d managed to negotiate a mutual stand-down that had avoided the need for violence. Toby knew that it had involved treating Iran, a nation that much of the American public regarded as the Great Satan, as an American equal. The Iranians had made much out of their political success at the UN – and it had made the United States look very weak.

  “We know almost nothing about the Federation,” Thomas said. “They have been reluctant to tell us anything about themselves; we know nothing about their interstellar geography, their biology, their technology...some data, sure, isn't what anyone would choose to share when confronting a violent bunch like ourselves, but they have often refused to share data that would have no conceivable military value. All we know for sure is that they have seventeen starships orbiting over our heads and that those starships are crewed by one race. They tell us that the Federation includes thousands of races...so where are they?

  “But that is outside my remit,” he continued. “They have demanded that we hand supreme authority over to a world government that will not be elected into power – even by the world’s population – and that we disband most of our military force. I see no logic to their demands. Why would they want us to cut the military when the military poses no threat to them – or any nation under their protection? We know almost nothing about the Federation, Mr. President; we are in a state of almost complete ignorance. And that is very dangerous.

  “It is my feeling that agreeing to sign up to this alien-designed world government is not a constitutional action,” he concluded. “Even if the aliens meant every word they’ve told us, I would still recommend that we do not surrender our government to a global government that is not – cannot be – accountable to ourselves. There are other ways to integrate their technology into our society.”

  Toby smiled, impressed. The General had summed up the problems he’d seen with the alien terms – problems that had been reported on the internet, before a number of bloggers had dropped dead. A tenth blogger had been reported dead in Texas in what looked like a drink-driving incident, although his friends had sworn blind that he was a strict Christian who never touched a drop of alcohol. And now the General himself might be targeted. Toby started reviewing the procedures he'd put in place for contacting his father. General Thomas was someone who could not be allowed to die.

  “You are interfering in a political matter,” McGreevy snapped. “That is well outside your remit.”

  The President looked uncomfortable. “General...”

  “I understand,” Thomas said. He pulled one of his medals off his uniform and dropped it on the table. “I cannot go along with this, Mr. President. You’ll have my resignation on your desk by the end of today.”

  He stood up and stalked out of the room. The President watched him go, a shocked expression meandering over his face, before he caught himself and turned back to the table.

  “We need to take a recommendation to Congress,” he said, flatly. “How many of you are in favour of accepting the alien terms?”

  Toby didn't get a vote, of course, but the remainder of the table knew that what they agreed upon would be pushed through Congress with ease. He watched as dispassionately as he could as the votes were tallied up. Only two politicians were prepared to put their doubts on the record; the remainder agreed that America needed to join the global government at the start. Toby couldn't quite believe it. They were signing away America's independence, for what? Alien technology, toys and gadgets – and a fear that if they refused, America would become a Third World state and their political careers would be over.

  “The ayes have it,” the President said, flatly. He glanced towards the covered windows. Outside, the Witnesses and their throng of protesters had gathered, shouting their demands towards the White House. Parts of Washington reassembled a battlefield after protest marches had turned into riots. Rumour had it that the National Guard was on the verge of being called up to help keep the peace. “We will join the Galactic Federation.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Washington DC

  USA, Day 25

  As the President’s Special Assistant – a term that covered a multitude of sins – Toby was technically entitled to a room at the White House. He’d declined the honour, choosing instead to set up his home in an apartment some distance from the White House. It allowed him to tell himself that he had some independence, while being close enough to the President’s residence to get back there within twenty minutes if there was an emergency.

  He entered the apartment, checked the expensive security system to ensure that no one had tried to break in while he'd been at the White House and closed the door behind him. There were only four rooms within the apartment – the high rent came from being so close to official Washington – and he walked into the bedroom and threw himself down on the bed. He was tired, immensely so, yet he dared not rest yet. There was too much to do.

  Rolling over, he stared up at the ceiling. It had never stuck him until now just how little he’d done in the apartment, even though he’d rented it for the last three years. A small shelf of books, a secure laptop from the NSA, a handful of DVDs and CDs...there was little to show that anyone lived and worked from the apartment. Some of the people he shared the apartment block with had money to burn, using it to outfit their apartments with tasteless paintings and decorations. Toby had treated it as little more than a place to sleep when he wasn't on duty, or catching a power nap on one of the White House sofas. His father would probably not have approved.

  The President had wanted him to write a speech that he would use to address the nation as the sun set and darkness fell over the land. Toby had almost handed the task over to one of the official speechwriters in Washington; only the high security classification on the material had ensured that he kept it to himself. He felt beaten, almos
t defeated. Whatever else happened, the aliens would almost certainly get what they wanted. All of Earth’s major powers would join their global government, disband most of their military forces and destroy their nuclear stockpiles. It sounded like a dream. Toby knew that it could become a nightmare.

  He would have shaken his head, if he hadn't been so tired. General Thomas had been right; the government was walking down an unconstitutional path, seduced by the promise of alien technology and threatened by the prospect of losing their political careers. The protesters thronging through Washington and every other state capital were a reminder that careers would be made or broken on this issue, an issue that affected everyone in the entire world. Toby had watched in numb disbelief how abortion and gay marriage had been moved from minor issues to political millstones, dragging political careers below the waterline and effortlessly drowning them before the politician ever had a chance to run for national office. And they’d been minor matters. Membership – or not – in the Galactic Federation affected everyone on Earth.