glumshoe:

glumshoe:

“‘No’?” echoed the space emperor. “‘No’?! No one. Ever. Tells me. ‘No’.”

He advanced, close enough that the threads on his rich robes could be counted by the naked eye. After a furtive glance over his shoulder, he dropped his voice to a desperate whisper and said, “Could you… could you do it again? Please?”

“No.”

The space emperor’s eyes shone like embers as he leaned forward, clasping his hands in front of his face. “So this… this ‘democracy’ you speak of. You’re telling me that people might… disobey me? They wouldn’t have to do everything I tell them to?”

“Not if they disagree with you.”

“They can do that?!” He licked his lips, trembling with excitement. “And voting! You say I… you say I could lose?!

“Yeah, uh. And you probably would.”

Incredible,” he breathed. “Why, I could kiss you!” With a surprised laugh, he stopped himself mid-step. “But—you wouldn’t like that! Right? You’d have an ‘opinion’? Gosh… do you think other people have those?!”