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I said to Campesino, “Five minutes, Commander. That’s all.”

There was a long blank on the screen, then Campesino’s cold face appeared. “Okay, Red, talk. I don’t like civilian threats. You’ve got your five minutes, make it good.”

I made it good. I told them of a handful of people who had a dream. A handful of people who wanted their home back. A few lost souls who would rather die trying to live the way they wanted to live than go on living in a world they did not want. And I told them of the great United Galaxies, that had been created to protect the dreams of everyone in it and had forgotten why it had been created. I told them that it did not matter who was right or wrong, because when a man can no longer dream something has gone wrong in the Universe. When I finished, Campesino’s face was impassive.

Campesino said, “You heard Commander Stone, men. Close off, Stone, give me a minute to get the vote.”

I waited. It was the longest minute of my life.

“You win, Red,” Campesino said. He was smiling at me. “Go home, Councillor, battle’s over.”