by Alex Shvartsman
Samuel Kanu took off his respirator and allowed himself a few moments to enjoy deep breaths of the clean, air-conditioned air of the lobby. He used a handkerchief to brush the yellowish fog droplets out of his hair, and looked outside through the glass door. The fog was so thick that he couldn't see his car at the curb. With the industrial complex of the entire planet dedicated to the war effort, no one bothered to be green anymore.
This meeting was crucial, so Kanu braved the traffic and the polluted air of the Capitol. Both seemed to be getting worse every time, and he counted his blessings for not having to make such trips frequently.
Almost immediately, an adjutant greeted him. "They'll see you now, Mr. Kanu."
Two men and a woman sat behind a long desk in a small meeting room. They nodded to Kanu when he walked in, but didn't offer him a seat. There would be no point--the room was devoid of any additional furniture. He stood in front of them like a man on trial.
"Proposal 2746B," the younger man spoke into a recording device. He stared up at Kanu. "What have you got for us, Professor?"