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Justice in Limbo

          “I’m next,” said Hydrargyrum Diggers, smiling at Izzy Azimuth.
        The  newest  Daemon  had  been  glancing  around  the  table  with  a
        puzzled  look  on  his  face  as  soon  as  the  previous  presentation
        ended. “I must preface my problem with a declaration of political
        neutrality, despite its fairly obvious resemblance to  recent history.
        Please try to keep that in mind when you turn its facets over in your
        minds.  I  should  also  point  out  that  this  is  therefore  a  sort  of
        alternate present as well as a fantasy to which many can relate their
        own private allegiances and philosophies. Okay?”
          She was greeted with a bit of brow-knitting and eye-rolling. Her
        caveat was not the best way to begin, but her audience had been put
        on notice.
          “The situation is this: the Supreme Court is delicately balanced
        between political opposites on the bench, with one member acting
        as a swing vote depending on the issues involved in a case. It is the
        summer before a presidential election in which the incumbent has a
        very  good  chance  of  losing.  His  party  would  dearly  love  for  a
        vacancy to become open on the court, enabling them to appoint a
        judge  of  their  liking,  one  who  would  establish  a  long-lasting
        influence contrary to what would probably be the will of the people
        in that national election. Among the justices usually voting for that
        anticipated  ruling  party’s ideology  is a woman  of late middle age.
        She is also an outdoorswoman and pilot who owns her own small
        seaplane. Are you with me, so far? Good.”
          “Now, during that summer’s court recess she has had her plane
        shipped to the Lae Nadzab airport in New Guinea, intending to do
        some  island-hopping. She  was a skilled  aviator,  with hundreds of
        hours  in  the  air  and  great  familiarity  with  her  aircraft.  Her  own
        supporters  were  understandably  nervous  about  such  a  risky
        adventure,  but  she  was  single,  childless  and  a  very  determined
        woman. She took commercial flights to reach her starting point, and
        there put her plane through rigorous mechanical checks and made a
        short test flight. Then she was off, flying solo but maintaining radio
        contact with several stations in the region. Her first destination was
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