Humanoids are pretty much the same wherever you travel, and so are their 'truisms'. Here, on earth, you might say, 'What goes around comes around'; on Ceti Alpha Prime, they would say, 'The past lives, always'; while on Geddi-Juraseck, they're saying, 'Car-lyn Boser has a loose mouth'.
And to what revelation does the new ambassador to Peuge owe her present 
difficulty? Why, the recently published memoirs of an ex-Pubir (president), that's what.
As is all too frequently the case with retiring politicians, and also those who have been banished prematurely to a small place in the country by a vengeful electorate, so they can 'spend more time with their families', the final curtain on their career has scarcely had time to close when they start in on their memoirs. Pubir Jarni Rosinnu is no exception. He started his memoir the moment he became Pubir, and continued to add to it during his eight-year tenure. Unusually, the completed manuscript was released last week, only six months after he resigned from the leadership. It would be fair to say it did not receive critical acclaim from most political commentators, being labeled by many as 'getting even' rather than 'setting the record straight'. In fact, the gatherings organized by his publicity agents were more sparsely attended than a tooth pulling competition.
However, one diligent commentator, Cal-Vin Derimon - to whom we send our grateful thanks for saving us the onerous chore of reading the memoir ourselves - spent several days working his way through the sixteen hundred pages of this monumental tome, published under the somewhat misleading title of, 'Forever Marching Forward'. And what did he find, you may ask. At least, we hope you do. It was buried in chapter three hundred and seventy-one, apparently. Between a piece on the energy price crisis of 'oh seventeen' (three years ago) and a debilitating bout of flatulence, which prevented Rosinnu from attending an interplanetary trade conference on Tribulgiza, which cost Geddi-Juraseck a bundle in foreign exchange, was a short paragraph on the newest and brightest star in the Geddi-Juraseck firmament, Car-lyn Boser: recently appointed ambassador to the inaugural meeting of non-aligned world governments, on Peuge. And what has the ex-Pubir to say on the subject of her meteoric rise from stenographer to political heavyweight in two years? Well, nothing less than that she implied, during her pre-appointment interview with him, that she wasn't above a little hanky-panky, if he could see his way to helping her up the ladder.
It seems, and Rosinnu is very clear on this, that when asked to list her talents, career accomplishments and personal qualities, Car-lyn Boser told him she had a degree in 'post-conflict' theory, a sound working knowledge of Geddi-Juraseck's incredibly bureaucratic governmental system - acquired during her stint as a stenographer, of course - a long list of useful contacts at the trade ministry, could count several ambassadors among her circle of dinner partners, and that she, 'gave great head'.
Rosinnu's recollection was 'conveniently' vague when asked by SciFi-Babe reporter, Nhoj, whether he had personal knowledge of her self-claimed skill, and restricted himself to a long period of silence, while he stared, with a wistful expression, at a bust of one of his predecessors.
Since holding a brief and noisy press conference at Tichi Caru spaceport, at which she insisted the offending phrase was said in fun, to relieve the tension, so to speak, Car-lyn Boser has spent the last two days on her private yacht, moored at Santi Monivral, and has not been available for further comment.
