Stavenger patted Dan lightly on the shoulder. “This one will be different from all the others, Dan. It’s more like an old-fashioned New England town meeting than one of your board of directors’ get-togethers.”
Dan agreed with a brief nod. Often in his mind he’d spelled it b-o-re-d meeting. This one would be different, he felt sure.
It was.
Stavenger served as non-voting chairman of the governing council, a largely honorary position. More pomp than circumstance, Dan thought. The chairman stood at the podium set up at one end of the stage, only a few meters from where Dan stood waiting for his turn to speak. The meeting agenda was displayed on a wallscreen along the back of the stage. Dan was dismayed to see that he was last on a list of nine.
The first five items went fairly quickly. The sixth was a new regulation tightening everyone’s water allotment. Several people from the audience shot to their feet to make their opinions heard in no uncertain terms.
One of the council members was chairman of the water board, a chubby, balding, red-faced man wearing the coral-red coveralls of the Tourism Department. The student’s desk at which he sat looked uncomfortably small for him.
“There’s no way around it,” he said, looking flustered. “No matter how efficiently we recycle our water, it’s not a hundred percent and it never will be. The more people we allow in, the less water we have to go around.”
“Then why don’t we shut down tourism,” came an angry voice from the floor.
“Tourism’s down to a trickle anyway,” the water chairman replied. “It’s less than five percent of our problem. Immigration is our big difficulty.”
“Refugees,” someone said in a harsh stage whisper.
“Don’t let ’em in!” an angry voice snapped.
“You can’t do that!”
“Why the hell not? They made the mess on Earth. Let ’em stew in their own crap.”
“Can’t we find new sources of water?” a citizen asked.
Stavenger answered from the podium, “Our exploration teams have failed to locate any other than the polar ice fields we’ve been using all along.”
“Bring up a few loads from Earthside,” someone suggested.
“Yeah, and they’ll gouge us for it.”
“But if we need it, what else can we do?”
The audience stirred restlessly. A dozen conversations buzzed through the theater.
The water board chairman raised his voice to be heard over the chatter. “We’re negotiating with the GEC for water shipments, but they want to put one of their own people onto the water board in return.”
“Hell no!”
“Never!”
“Those bastards have been trying to get control of us since day one!”
The audience roared its angry disapproval.
Stavenger, still standing at the podium, pressed his thumb on a button set into its control panel and a painfully loud hooting whistle rang through the theater, silencing the shouters. Dan covered his ears until the shriek died away.
“We’ve got to maintain order here,” Stavenger said in the numbed silence. “Otherwise we’ll never get anywhere.”
Reluctantly, they accepted the fact that water allotments would be decreased slightly. Then the water board chairman held out a potential carrot.
“We’ll have the new recycling system on-line in a few months,” he said, drumming his fingers nervously on his desktop. “If it works as efficiently as the simulations show it should, we can go back to the current water allotments—at least for a year or so.”
“And what happens if this recycling system fails?” asked a stern-faced elderly woman.
“It’s being thoroughly tested,” the water chairman answered defensively.
“This is just a way for the people running the damned hotel to put up their own swimming pool and spa,” grumbled a lanky, longhaired citizen. He looked like a physicist to Dan. “Tourism is down so they want to fancy up the hotel to attract more tourists.”
Dan wondered about that. Tourism is down because the world’s going down the toilet, he thought. Then he admitted, but, yeah, people running tourist facilities will try their damnedest to attract customers, no matter what. What else can they do, except go out of business altogether?
In the end, the council decided to accept the water allotment restrictions until the new recycling system had been in operation for three continuous months. Then they would have a new hearing to decide on whether they could return to the old allotments.