(Eight o'clock. Open space has the feature of not having times of day, to the pleasure of some people. Hall was one of those. The relative calm in the area which his fleets, Cambridge Planetary and Norfolk, are supposed to protect, allows him to assign clerks and secretaries to handle various duties, while he sleeps until eight o'clock -- Universal Time -4, that is. But it is eight on his clock! The fact that everyone else's showed noon was
their problem.
Thus, getting up at eight Universal Time was something he was not used to. Let alone earlier, considering the light years between Cambridge and Manchester, and that was not even the hardest part. As he had left many duties to other people, he did not quite have every statistic related to his fleets memorized. Because of that he would have to spend a considerable part of the night -- Universal Time night, that is -- going through whatever statistics he does not have an idea of.
All of this made Hall unhappy. But that, for a change, was not a problem. He was used to hiding his emotions, whenever it somehow happened that he had any, so his message was short and clear.)
I have received your message, Madam. I will be there. *On time? Not specified; He bows slightly and abruptly.* Forgive my curiosity, but can I please be informed what the meeting will be about? *He was trying to reduce the amount of documents he would have to revise.*
(The signal disappears in a mist of interference)