Free The Four Kings by Scott Spotson

American Federation of Government Employees.”
    The next image was that of a bespectacled man with brown hair. Blinking his eyes at his turn, he confidently spoke, “Our Supreme Liaison just introduced me, so I don’t need to reintroduce myself. But our union’s one of the largest in the United States, and we represent federal government employees and private sector employees. We’re affiliated with the American Federation of Labor and the Congress of Industrial Organizations.”
    “Welcome, sir,” Indie said pleasantly.
    Feldman adopted a harsh tone. “I’m not sure I feel welcome. Our employees, all hard-working people feeding families, are under attack by your right-wing junta.”
    Indie maintained her composure. “Why’d you think that?”
    “We heard the other day how the person you have appointed as Supreme Liaison, Amanda Fullerton, praised a truly despicable person, one whose ideas have long been disproved – Ayn Rand. Moreover, from your applause and support, it seems you concur with Ms. Fullerton’s ideas.”
    Demus spoke out. “We’ve absolutely no pre-conceived ideas about any learned scholar from the past or as of today.”
    “And your endorsement just now of Milton Friedman, a man who was directly responsible for millions of jobs lost and severe economic hardship.”
    “Do you have a question?” Indie asked politely.
    “Yes. The question’s for Regi, who seems to have taken control of our money supply, or what’s left of it.”
    “On the hot seat again,” Regi said cheerfully.
    “I should’ve taken your position,” Demus growled.
    “Too late, Demus,” Regi said teasingly. “Yes, go ahead.”
    “The question is,” Feldman said, “with the millions of layoffs now affecting government workers, a loss in transfer value of billions of dollars, how do you propose that our people get paid? How will they feed their families? Many federal agencies have told us that they’re running out of funds because of your illegal seizure of the money supply.”
    “I feel your pain,” Regi sincerely said. He held up his tab, and pointed at it. “As we’ve explained, you all have value to contribute. We’ve ensured that every human gets a minimum of two thousand bitcoins a day, which is fantastic for those of your people who may’ve lost their jobs as a result of successive governments’ failed economic policies.”
    “That many bitcoins a day isn’t nearly enough,” grumbled the labor leader, “Several of our members have said they’re at sustenance levels for the first time ever and that they can’t keep up their homes.”
    “You all have value to contribute, as a public good that can be traded,” Regi replied firmly, “You all have valuable experience enhancing the welfare of your citizens. Use it.”
    Feldman laughed derisively. “That may very well be – and yes, we do contribute a lot of good – but that’s what governments are for. To organize the public resources and distribute to society.”
    “Wait a minute,” Indie spoke out.
    Feldman ignored her, “But try telling the public that they should contribute their valuable bitcoins to a government employee who examines effluent levels for raw sewage emitted by major factories. They just don’t know about valuable roles like that.”
    “To have government is to have taxes,” Indie asserted, “and taxes are evil.”
    The labor leader appeared shocked. “Well, well. Here we have a real confession. Now we know what kind of thuggery you’re promoting.”
    “This feels like Debate Day now,” Justica said, a bit worried.
    “I’m happy to address this issue,” Indie retorted. Turning her attention back to the screen, she said, “Our philosophy’s based upon how everyone contributes value, and how we’re free from one another. Free to achieve our potential.”
    “Government sets the rules and prevents greed,” Feldman interjected.
    “So, that environmental monitor you were speaking of, he or she has to justify that