[This is usually where Narvin would go into a high pitched rant. But he's trying to practice tact and slightly better social skills. So after a few deep breaths, he tries a novel approach instead: honesty.

He sets the filter to private.]

I've tried to organize it. I've tried to organize a discussion of warden rules and consequences, I've tried to hold wardens accountable. But with half the wardens being anarchists, loners, and fiercely independent, short of setting up cage matches to find an alpha male or female who will beat everyone into order and submission, there's not much hope of it ever happening. [Which, while it might be entertaining, probably wouldn't work very well in the long term.]

After two and a half years, I've given up. And you're right; I have everything to lose and every incentive to make the system work. My planet is on the line. The survival of my entire species.

But the wardens have no common vision, and no common goals, not even the graduation of inmates, since what leads one inmate graduation may in the process cause another to backslide. Some want strengthened security, others want total privacy and autonomy. We will be forever working to different agendas. We aren't a community and we never will be.

And I despise that this is the way it is. That the Admiral has the power to save lives, save civilizations, but will only do so if we play his game and then gives us so few resources to succeed. But I don't see any way to change it.