    "I suppose we need to know more about Olus.
Like the politics, economy, racial diversity, the environment, and history in general," Pace stated.
    "Is that all," Von said with a chuckle.
    "We don't want to make a mistake,"
Trent said, adding, "Trying to help can lead to disastrous endings regardless of good intentions."
    Von waved over one of his attendants.
    "May I order for you? I know you're not familiar with our cuisines," Von asked.
    "Sure," Page replied.
    "I have no need to eat," Trent added.
    Trent gave Von a short explanation of how he came to be.
    "Really? That's amazing," Von said, giving Trent a close gaze.
    "Ha. Well, the states, that is the States of Eous, are the largest economically and financially. Plus, our leaders are elected by popular vote.
    Tocha is number two. They are the most populous, and ruled by Gunther who the a level headed type, no elections.
    The next most powerful, is Limst ruled by a Rolona.   She's real work of art, and is the most aggressive at the moment. They also have the largest land mass, but a large portion is too cold to be easily used.
    Then there is me. I seem to control a lot of the world through my personal protection device. Play nice, or I will cancel them in your nation. That's just understood without being said of course.
    The biggest problems we have are food, housing, and crime.
    "Shall we retire to my office, and I'll pull out some maps," Von suggested.
    "How's this," Pace said, thinking to OM to display a 3D map of Olus.
    "Impressive. Most impressive, and in color. Ah, the blue region here is Eous, ah the red part here is Limst, and the green is Tocha. Round here, here, here, and here are the most productive fuel producing areas, all of which are disputed territories. Here, here, and here are the most productive grain producing regions. Now Tocha, under Gunther, is claiming all of this area is traditionally Tochan territory, which is a lie. In short, there will probably be another planetary war. Bottom line, too many beings.
    So, how do we stack up to the rest of the worlds out there," asked Von.
    "With your personal protection device notwithstanding, about the same," said Trent.
    OM thought to Pace and Trent, "There are large quantities of nuclear, chemical, and bio weapons in the arsenals of the major countries."
    "Our sensors indicate there are large quantities of weapons on Olus," stated Pace.
    "Yes indeed. Large quantities, and a willingness to use them. Goes back to too many beings. Then there are the religions. They are a major souse of grief," Von replied in a solemn voice.
    They spent the next three weeks delving into all aspects of life on Olus. Then Von suddenly died in his sleep.
    "Alert!" OM exclaimed.
    "Yes," Trent answered.
    "Von just died," thought OM.
    "What!" Trent and Pace simultaneously said out loud in raised voices, "From what?"
    "Preliminarily, cardiac arrest," OM stated.
    "Now that's bad timing," Trent said.
    "And bad luck," Pace replied, adding, "I guess that's that. Without Von, bringing this place around will take forever."
    "Take his place," OM suggested.
    Pace and Trent kept staring at the valley without a flinch.
    "We are about the same size," Trent thought.
    "It's never come up before, but, how well can you do fingerprints?" Pace asked.
    "How long has he been dead?" Pace asked.
    "About 15 minutes. However, the damage is too great to repair," OM answered.
    "Can we get to him without anyone noticing?" Trent asked.
    "I would say, based on the activities of the past few weeks, you have around three to four hours before anyone be around," stated OM.
    "Well, let's give it a try. Who knows, we might pull it off," Trent suggested.
    They made their way to Vons' room, and found him half in bed as if he was reaching for the communication device that lay on the floor just out of reach.
    "Well. I'll try the finger prints first," Trent stated.
    Four hours later OM told Trent that he had a perfect match.
    "Now the eye's, skin tone, and skeletal anomalies," OM stated.
    Ten hours later Trent said, "This is as good as I can do."
    "Looks good to me," Pace said.
    "You will pass. Now, practice the voice," OM suggested.
    "I'll have to cough a bit when talking," Trent said.
    "We're in business," said Pace, eyeing Trent up and down.
    "Ship!" Trent said.
    "Yes," replied Ship.
    "At the first incognito opportunity, come around to the back door. We'll put Von in storage on the cargo ship," Trent ordered.
    They put him in a cryo container, and Pace suggested we should say something.
    "Lies here a man who was profound.
Although he is gone, his deeds will go on," Trent stated is a reverent voice.
    "Kinda poetic," Pace said with bowed head.
    The first test came a few hours later when
Vons' secretary came to the veranda with a communication device.
    "A call from our rep in Foller," she said, handing Trent the device.
    "Von here. What's up?" Trent asked.
    "Nessle wants to a dollar a day tax on the personal protection devices. What should I do," the rep asked.
    "Give me a brief background update on this candy wrapper," Trent requested.
    "Dictator, cruel, greedy, killer, lump of crap in general," he replied.
    "Tell him we are considering what to do, and I'll get back to you. Thanks, your doing good work down there," Trent said.
    "Candy wrapper?" Pace said in an inquisitive voice with a smile.
    The secretary took the communication device, and in a parting comment echoed Pace, "Candy wrapper?"
    Pace and Trent sat motionless for a few seconds staring into space.
    "I think we passed," said Pace.
    They watched her walk down the path to the office portion of the complex until she turned the corner.
    "I think we did," Trent replied, "I think we did."
    "Now what," said Pace.
    "We really need to decide how and what to alter," Trent stated in a quizzing voice.

    "I suppose we need to know more about Olus.
Like the politics, economy, racial diversity, the
environment, and history in general," Pace stated.
    "Is that all," Von said with a chuckle.
    "We don't want to make a mistake,"
Trent said, adding, "Trying to help can lead to disastrous endings regardless of good intentions."
    Von waved over one of his attendants.
    "May I order for you? I know you're not familiar with our cuisines," Von asked.
    "Sure," Page replied.
    "I have no need to eat," Trent added.
    Trent gave Von a short explanation of how he came to be.
    "Really? That's amazing," Von said, giving Trent a close gaze.
    "Ha. Well, the states, that is the States of Eous, are the largest economically and financially. Plus, our leaders are elected by popular vote.
    Tocha is number two. They are the most populous, and ruled by Gunther who the a level headed type, no elections.
    The next most powerful, is Limst ruled by a Rolona.   She's real work of art, and is the most aggressive at the moment. They also have the largest land mass, but a large portion is too cold to be easily used.
    Then there is me. I seem to control a lot of the world through my personal protection device. Play nice, or I will cancel them in your nation. That's just understood without being said of course.
    The biggest problems we have are food, housing, and crime.
    "Shall we retire to my office, and I'll pull out some maps," Von suggested.
    "How's this," Pace said, thinking to OM to display a 3D map of Olus.
    "Impressive. Most impressive, and in color. Ah, the blue region here is Eous, ah the red part here is Limst, and the green is Tocha. Round here, here, here, and here are the most productive fuel producing areas, all of which are disputed territories. Here, here, and here are the most productive grain producing regions. Now Tocha, under Gunther, is claiming all of this area is traditionally Tochan territory, which is a lie. In short, there will probably be another planetary war. Bottom line, too many beings.
    So, how do we stack up to the rest of the worlds out there," asked Von.
    "With your personal protection device notwithstanding, about the same," said Trent.
    OM thought to Pace and Trent, "There are large quantities of nuclear, chemical, and bio weapons in the arsenals of the major countries."
    "Our sensors indicate there are large quantities of weapons on Olus," stated Pace.
    "Yes indeed. Large quantities, and a willingness to use them. Goes back to too many beings. Then there are the religions. They are a major souse of grief," Von replied in a solemn voice.
    They spent the next three weeks delving into all aspects of life on Olus. Then Von suddenly died in his sleep.
    "Alert!" OM exclaimed.
    "Yes," Trent answered.
    "Von just died," thought OM.
    "What!" Trent and Pace simultaneously said out loud in raised voices, "From what?"
    "Preliminarily, cardiac arrest," OM stated.
    "Now that's bad timing," Trent said.
    "And bad luck," Pace replied, adding, "I guess that's that. Without Von, bringing this place around will take forever."
    "Take his place," OM suggested.
    Pace and Trent kept staring at the valley without a flinch.
    "We are about the same size," Trent thought.
    "It's never come up before, but, how well can you do fingerprints?" Pace asked.
    "How long has he been dead?" Pace asked.
    "About 15 minutes. However, the damage is too great to repair," OM answered.
    "Can we get to him without anyone noticing?" Trent asked.
    "I would say, based on the activities of the past few weeks, you have around three to four hours before anyone be around," stated OM.
    "Well, let's give it a try. Who knows, we might pull it off," Trent suggested.
    They made their way to Vons' room, and found him half in bed as if he was reaching for the communication device that lay on the floor just out of reach.
    "Well. I'll try the finger prints first," Trent stated.
    Four hours later OM told Trent that he had a perfect match.
    "Now the eye's, skin tone, and skeletal anomalies," OM stated.
    Ten hours later Trent said, "This is as good as I can do."
    "Looks good to me," Pace said.
    "You will pass. Now, practice the voice," OM suggested.
    "I'll have to cough a bit when talking," Trent said.
    "We're in business," said Pace, eyeing Trent up and down.
    "Ship!" Trent said.
    "Yes," replied Ship.
    "At the first incognito opportunity, come around to the back door. We'll put Von in storage on the cargo ship," Trent ordered.
    They put him in a cryo container, and Pace suggested we should say something.
    "Lies here a man who was profound.
Although he is gone, his deeds will go on," Trent stated is a reverent voice.
    "Kinda poetic," Pace said with bowed head.
    The first test came a few hours later when
Vons' secretary came to the veranda with a communication device.
    "A call from our rep in Foller," she said, handing Trent the device.
    "Von here. What's up?" Trent asked.
    "Nessle wants to a dollar a day tax on the personal protection devices. What should I do," the rep asked.
    "Give me a brief background update on this candy wrapper," Trent requested.
    "Dictator, cruel, greedy, killer, lump of crap in general," he replied.
    "Tell him we are considering what to do, and I'll get back to you. Thanks, your doing good work down there," Trent said.
    "Candy wrapper?" Pace said in an inquisitive voice with a smile.
    The secretary took the communication device, and in a parting comment echoed Pace, "Candy wrapper?"
    Pace and Trent sat motionless for a few seconds staring into space.
    "I think we passed," said Pace.
    They watched her walk down the path to the office portion of the complex until she turned the corner.
    "I think we did," Trent replied, "I think we did."
    "Now what," said Pace.
    "We really need to decide how and what to alter," Trent stated in a quizzing voice.