I Rule Rome with a God-Tier AI-Chapter 153: The First Vote

The Senate House was a battlefield, though no swords were drawn. The weapons here were words, procedures, and the subtle, crushing weight of tradition. The air, usually sleepy in the afternoon heat, was tense and hostile, thick with the animosity between the old guard and the new. Today, Alex's fledgling "Party of Jupiter" would face its first true test.

Senator Flaccus, the young, fiercely intelligent lawyer from Hispania, stood before the assembly. He clutched a scroll in his hand, his knuckles white, but his voice was steady as he proposed the first piece of legislation of the new era: the Lex Alexiana de Aquis. The "Alexian Law of Waters." It was, on its surface, an simple and popular bill, one that formally granted imperial funds and the Senate's official blessing to the great project of building a new aqueduct and sewer system for Rome. Who could possibly argue against clean water and healthy children?

Flaccus soon found out. The bill was immediately and ferociously attacked, not on its merits, but on its process. The opposition was led by Quintus Fabius Paullus, a powerful aristocrat from one of Rome's most ancient families. He was a silver-tongued orator, a master of senatorial procedure, and a man who saw Alex's new faction not as a movement of reform, but as a direct threat to the established order that had benefited his family for five hundred years.

Paullus rose to his feet, his posture radiating an aura of patrician authority and benevolent concern. "An admirable goal, proposed by our enthusiastic young colleague from the provinces!" he boomed, his voice filling the hall. His praise was a subtle insult, immediately marking Flaccus as an outsider. "Who among us does not wish for a cleaner, healthier Rome for our children? The Emperor's vision is, as always, a noble one."

He paused, letting the senators nod in agreement before he unsheathed his knife. "But nobility of purpose cannot excuse haste and a disregard for our sacred traditions! I have read this proposal. It speaks of tearing up a third of the city, of digging channels that will disrupt commerce and daily life for years! Yet, where is the proper geological survey? Where are the reports from the College of Pontiffs to ensure this massive construction does not disturb sacred ground or anger the gods of the underworld? And I must ask my fellow senators to consider the worrying precedent of using our proud legions, the defenders of our borders, as common ditch-diggers! A decision of this magnitude, which alters the very nature of our military, has been made without proper debate!"

His voice swelled with righteous indignation. "This bill, noble though its intentions may be, is hasty! It is an emotional reaction to a perceived problem, not a considered piece of Roman legislation! I therefore move that we table this proposal for further study. Let the proper committees be formed! Let the priests be consulted! Let us proceed with wisdom and caution, not with the reckless abandon of a new fad!"

It was a masterful political assassination. Paullus hadn't argued against the project itself; he had wrapped it in a thick blanket of procedural red tape, designed to smother it in its crib. His call for "caution" and "study" was a death sentence, a way to delay the bill indefinitely, bogging it down in endless committees and debates until the political will for it evaporated.

Alex's new faction members, Decius and the others, rose to argue back. They spoke passionately about the need for the project, about the health of the people. But they were outmaneuvered at every turn. They were soldiers and minor nobles, not seasoned political gladiators. For every point they made about public health, Paullus and his web of allied senators would raise a counter-point about legal precedent, religious observance, or fiscal oversight. The debate was a stalemate, and the vote to table the bill—to kill it with delay—was called.

Alex, watching from his screened alcove above the Senate floor, felt a surge of cold fury. His faction was on the verge of its first, humiliating public defeat. Paullus was winning, not by being right, but by being better at playing the ancient, corrupt game. Alex realized that fighting on his opponent's terms was a losing strategy. He needed to change the terms of the debate entirely. He scribbled a quick note on a wax tablet and handed it to a concealed servant, who slipped away to deliver it to Senator Scipio, the man with the most famous name in the room.

Scipio, who had been sitting silently, his face a mask of frustration, received the tablet. He read the short message, and his eyes widened for a fraction of a second before a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. He understood.

Just as the presiding consul was about to call for the vote, Scipio rose to his feet. His voice, unlike the booming oratory of Paullus or the legalistic arguments of Flaccus, was imbued with the quiet, unshakable authority of his ancestors.

"The esteemed Senator Paullus speaks of caution and study," Scipio began, his calm voice cutting through the expectant murmurs. "And he is wise to do so. Our Republic was built on a foundation of law and careful deliberation." He nodded respectfully towards Paullus, a gesture of disarming courtesy.

"But I ask you, Fathers," he continued, his voice beginning to gather strength, "when the Gauls were at our gates and our city was but a smoking ruin, did our ancestor Camillus call for a committee to study the proper height of the new walls? When Hannibal and his elephants crossed the Alps, a threat no Roman had ever conceived of, did my great ancestor Scipio Africanus call for a lengthy debate on military precedent before taking the fight to our enemy?"

He turned, addressing the entire Senate now. "We face a new kind of war! A new kind of Hannibal at our gates! The Emperor, our Pontifex Maximus, in his divine wisdom, has seen this threat. He has seen the spiritual plague of decay that seeks to weaken us from within. This is not a mere construction project we are debating! This is a sacred duty! A necessary fortification of our society against an enemy that fights not with swords, but with sickness and despair!"

His voice swelled, filled with a zealous fire that stunned the opposition into silence. He was no longer debating a law; he was preaching a sermon.

"To delay now? To hide behind committees and endless study while this spiritual sickness infects the very heart of our city, while it sickens our children in their beds? That is not caution, Fathers. That is not wisdom." He pointed a finger at the opposition benches. "That is cowardice. It is impiety. It is telling the gods who protect this Empire that their divine will must wait for a vote from your committee!"

He let his accusation hang in the air, a palpable thing. "So I ask you, senators of Rome. When the vote is cast, what will you be voting on? A simple bill? Or will you be voting on whether you stand with the gods and the health of our people, or with the forces of delay and decay? Do you wish to be remembered as the men who told the gods to wait?"

Scipio's speech had completely and utterly reframed the vote. It was no longer a dry question of legislative procedure versus public works. He had transformed it into a public test of faith, of piety, of patriotism. To vote to table the bill now was to publicly declare oneself as impious, as cowardly, as a man who valued petty rules over the divine salvation of Rome.

Several senators on the opposition side began to shift uncomfortably in their seats. They could feel the mood in the room changing. Paullus stared at Scipio, his face a mask of fury, realizing he had been outflanked by a tactic he hadn't anticipated: theology.

The presiding consul, unnerved by the turn of events, finally called the vote on Paullus's motion to delay. The result was close, but several of the opposition, unwilling to be painted with Scipio's brush, broke ranks. The motion failed. A quiet gasp went through the hall.

The subsequent vote on the Lex Alexiana de Aquis itself was a foregone conclusion. It passed by a wide margin. The Party of Jupiter had won its first victory. They had learned a valuable, powerful lesson. In Alex's New Rome, political power flowed not just from law, money, or tradition, but from the unassailable, unquestionable logic of the new state religion.