TYRALIUM

Chapter 3

The car was totally silent. No one talked, neither did anyone laugh, nor gasp at the mesmerising things we saw on the way.

After about 1 hour of awkwardness in the car, we finally arrived.

The building of the industry was really huge. It was mostly covered with glass, and hardly garnished with just a pinch of wood, or blocks. That was just enough to make me gasp so loud. It was boldly written on top, which was at least, 14 feet away from my head, ENERGY CORP. I still couldn't wait to see the owner. If you ask me, he was brave enough, just to be able to contain this new source of great energy in his corporation, and I admire him for that.

"Don't be nervous, play cool." Ramson said taking in a deep breath.

"You're talking to me about nervousness?" I said with a surprised tone "When you couldn't even talk to your own girlfriend after you'd fucked her the other night."

"What the heck, Jraidson? That was a year ago." He said "You know what, let's just go." We walked for some seconds, then he stopped, when we had reached the stairs and I also stopped "Tie your first button."

"No." I disagreed "That's what makes it casual, bro."

"No it's not."

"To me."

He brought his arm closer to my shirt, intending to untie it by force, and I intended to stop him. For some while, we just started to hit each other's hands, until we were interrupted by a gentleman wearing a black coat with a white handkerchief folded in his breast pocket. If you ask me, he looked like a butler.

"Hello, young gentlemen, I am Sable, and I will guide you to the man you seek." He introduced.

"Sup, Sable?!" I shouted, and Random hit me with his elbow.

"Charming. Follow me." He said with a swift voice.

We walked into the tall building. First, we were checked by a scanner, if we'd any dangerous tool with us, then our briefcases, including my pretend briefcase, were also checked. After we'd told the security guy of our business with the owner, he allowed us to proceed into an elevator. The whole place was filled with security cameras. Every corner, and even in the elevator.

"What are you doing?" Ramson whispered as he realised I was pulling my black crazy jeans down.

"The pants are so tight." I said, still forcing to pull in down.

"Well, you said casual, right?" He said with a smirk "Stop it." He said hitting my arm.

"You, stop it."

"Why are you acting weird?"

"Gentlemen!" The butler, or who ever he was, yelled after he'd gotten fed up of our arguments "We are here."

The elevator stopped, and Ramson and I stepped out slowly, mesmerized at what we saw.

There were actual robots! Working all around the place. I couldn't believe my eyes. One thing that caught my eye was a liquid substance. It had a reddish, yet bluish, yet purple kinda mixed colour. It always sparked a little yellow ray of light out, as if it were electricity.

"I'm sorry, what can I do for you, Sable?" A young adult walked towards us with opened arms "And who're these teen agers?"

"They're the few of the Reporters sent here from News Corp, sir." Sable answered.

First the guy gave out a long chuckle. He even found it hard to catch his breath when he finally stopped.

"It ain't no joke?" He asked.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you sir, but no." He answered.

"Then get outta here. If any other media comes, tell them to go fuck themselves." He said carefully "Say it with me. Go . . . fuck . . . your . . self." Sable pronounced the words with him, and I could see he wasn't enjoying them "Okay get outta here. Now, you two, come with me."