The office of the new, self-appointed Planetary Governor of Lyrane was quite busy. It was the disorganization of a new office, set up during an emergency. And yet, it was an office, a recognizable political mechanism.
Considering the murderous imbroglio that this planet had been facing, such an office, even in disorganized form, was quite surprising.
Due to the confusion and a knack for bluffing, Florin Brite was able to gain admittance to the Secretary-Governor's office. This official, a former municipal police chief, was obviously impressed with his new position. He was quite brusque to Florin.
"What is it man? I hope that it's important—don't want my time wasted. We're frightfully busy."
"I can see that, sir. I merely wished to establish my classification in the new administration."
"Good grief man!" the Secretary-Governor exploded. "We've published classification lists. Do I have to tell every man, woman and child their classification? Are you blind—or just too lazy to read?"
"My classification isn't listed," Florin said mildly.
"Isn't listed? What classification is that?"
"A scientist—and a former corporation-man."