Thus it was that the illustrious Senator Ordan decided to be magnanimous and address the abomination as an equal, considering that it was a possibility that if he had a reasonable tailor he might be a reasonable being.

"Charmed I am sure. Perhaps you will escort me to my offices." he gestured with his cane, keen to get out of the area with multiple lobbyists. "Sabis Technologies, what is that trading at these days?" he said by way of conversation, not being familiar with it in detail.

Once inside the office, he would take a seat if one was offered, although he didn't expect one to be. If not, he would gladly remain on his feet when the time came to present his proposal. "Sabis Technologies is developing what is theoretically referred to as a conducive hull," he explained, "I will not burden you with the details of this but to say that it is intended to conduct the energy of, for example, a deflector shield in a manner that would imbue it with similar properties to that shield, with less expense of energy than a traditional shield and, thus, less demand on a spacecraft's power generator. We are in need of durasteel that is refined with a lighter composition than is typical of a spacecraft's hull and would also, of course, be cheaper for you to produce. Despite this, Sabis Technologies would still be willing to pay the market price for typical durasteel. A considerable profit for you," he added, "as I'm sure you will agree without me reciting for you the figures to support this, although I can."

As he had entered the office and as he spoke, Sabis made a point of glancing about the office and scanning it with his cybernetic eye for security countermeasures that may be disguised within. It wouldn't surprise Sabis if Ordan, as endearing as he was, had many, many enemies. Under the circumstances, it wouldn't have been unusual for the Senator to install such countermeasures even here to ensure his safety. Not that it was necessary in this case, of course; he hadn't come here to kill Ordan, even if he did have some lingering, human desire to do so.

Overtly of course there was a small camera in the corner and a few microphones fitted to the room, the idea being that all conversations would be recorded unless Ordan felt they should not be, and so he would be able to have accusations levelled him.

"I am glad to hear you are not attempting to blackmail me. I have a pond full of people who have tried such." he said jovially. "Do take a seat" he said gesturing to a leather chair sitting with a companion in front of his green leather desk, as he moved around and took his seat comfortably. An observant observer might also notice that the back of Ordans own seat, which faced the large window, was discretely but ultimately effectively reinforced with a thick armour grade durasteel panel behind its leather back.

"Well, while I am the owner of Azure Durasteel, I am not dreadfully familiar with metallurgy. That said I have dabbled at times, and it does not seem implausible that Azure Durasteel could provide you with any product you might require... That said I am perhaps not the best person to contact with corporate enquiries.. these days I am simply a non-executive director and have little involvement with the day to day running of the corporation." Ordan hesistated for the moment, remembering who this chap was, and who he had been before his disease, feeling almost a shred of pity for a second with the creature, considering his euthanasia via one of the devices momentarily before thinking better of it.

"That said, I am sure I would be happy to endorse such an agreement, as a Majority shareholder.. Were there any other.. matters.. on your mind?"

"The view of others, however, is a good deal more liberal. I assume your question is deposited with a view to be concerned that your vote is worth less than that of another human. Now, I make no judgement in specific cases, but allow me to explain to you. We grant votes to organics, and not to machines. As much as anything else this is for practical reasons: an organic cannot be programmed simply etc. It should be noted that clones also have minimal civic freedoms due to the fact they are creations, even though they are organic. Essentially then we do not grant votes to those who are designed by an outside intelligence, as they are likely to be biased towards their creator.

Now, amalgamations of organic-human matter are rather challenging. Many circuits in advanced artificial intelligences and computers include organic elements, and they are ultimately crafted by an outside intelligence. Having discussed this with members of the Imperial hierarchy, there are many who would simply deny all civic rights to cyborgs, of any degree.

In order to reconcile this, I felt, in my legislation, that it was an equitable middle path to grant limited voting rights to cyborgs who are mostly organic, while removing the chance that we might get some awful legal case of the Imperial Center Traffic Computer vs the Empire.

While you may feel this to be unequitable as an individual, the purpose of the law is to create the greatest happiness for the greatest number, and unfortunately this does mean on occasion that legislation may have an undesirable outcome for some individuals. While I have no doubt that your implants have not effected your mental faculty or judgement, for every cyborg with minimal change from their human selves, there are a dozen savants fitted with a Borg Construct Aj^6 that are little more than slaves in thrall to the whim of their circuits."