The Planetary Meeting

Terry=govenor of Chiron.

The president motioned to the giant, padded chair in front of his desk. Terry eased himself into the chair and began to sink into it. “Sorry, being the biggest planet and everything we have to keep up the whole ‘big’ aesthetic.”

Terry gripped the arms of the chair and made sure he stopped sinking before he spoke, “I like how big the office is, it’s so…big!”

“I know you didn’t fly halfway accross the solar system just to look at my office, however ‘big’ it is.”

Terry cleared his throat, “Of course, I’ll skip the plesentries and get down to brass tax. As our biggest trading associate we at the Chiron Colonies believe that if you…” Terry cleared his throat again, “If you recognize Chiron as a planet instead of the moon it is currently classified as, business and trade could increase dramatically.”

“No, I’m sorry but my hands are tied. You may be the second biggest economy in the Solar System but Earth still outranks both me and you economically and politically. I’m sure they wouldn’t be too happy about having one of their colonies turned into a country out of their control.”

Terry let go of the arms of his chair and sunk deep into it. “But…I’m sure that a single recognition of our planet status could cause a domino effect with everyone else.”

“Please, if you have nothing else to discuss I ask that you leave.” The president said motioning to the door. Terry hauled himself out of the chair and made his way out.