Dave's Seasonal Weather Anomalies (One-Shot)

Dave's Seasonal Weather Anomalies

Summer, 2173

               It's the kinda day made for sleeping. Or some serious lazy time, at any rate. With tall, Autumn-leafed trees towering over pebbled streets, weightless patches of snow dotting the fresh green grass and a warm breeze lightly ruffling snuggle worthy jumpers, you'd be a fool not to find a cozy crevice in a tree with a fat book in hand and just for a little while, forget about the world around you. Unfortunately, I so happen to be a fool.

               Saturday morning and I'm the only idiot near-sprinting through a pink skied, picturesque looking park. While I can say I'm no newbie to my job anymore, I am a newbie to promotions. Promotions which means extra work hours and extra pay. Promotions also meaning that I now have to work on Saturdays—a day which I used to put in to good use by catching up on some much needed sleeping and TV watching time which I was—am—well still behind schedule on.

Rounding the final bend, I finally have my destination in my sights: Dave's Seasonal Weather Anomalies. It's a massive hulk of a building, stretching a good twenty floors into the air. But unlike most buildings harboured in the central city, this one was designed to be attractive. To capture your eye and draw you in until you find yourself signing a deal which is gonna be sending the famous company a whole heap of money their way.

               Half a block away from destination and I stop my crazy, penguin-wobble-like-run. While I don't mind looking like a total idiot in front of random strangers, I do mind looking like one in front of new clients. New rich clients. I look at my reflection in the shiny glass window next to me, straighten my blazer, brush microscopic dust off my dark pants and gracefully waltz into the expensive building.

Immediately my eyes find the large city horizontal photo on the wall. It's strange. Unique. The buildings would look the same as ours if it weren't for their navy blue exterior walls instead of our average grey ones. The light bounces around at odd angles, as if there's two suns high in the sky. It gives you the overall impression of a photographer who loves to photoshop their work. But I know better.

               "Wonderin' when ya gonna turn up." Security guard Clay Watson tips his head towards me.

               "Yeah. They all here?" I say as I keep walking towards the large double doors in the corner of the fancy room.

               "Last came in couple'o minutes ago. Ya lookin' worried. This ya first time dishin' the History Sandwich?"

               "One of these talks, yeah." I shoot back. Part of the promotion deal means giving the full History Sandwich, as some of my colleagues like to call it, to all new clients. Every thing that Dave's Seasonal Weather Anomalies has ever invented, built and hired needs to be said in the sandwich. By me. It's a big dish of information. And these people I'll be chatting to aren't known for their niceties. Giving the History Sandwich is something only those who are either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid would attempt to tackle. I'd fit into the incredibly stupid category.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen. I apologise for being late. I was held up in a, uh, a meeting. Yeah, a meeting." My awkward excuse is met with no more acknowledgment then a blank stare. I clear my throat awkwardly. "Continuing on, allow me to welcome you to Dave's Seasonal Weather Anomalies. As you'd all well be aware of, this company is the one you can thank for most of today's weather across the globe.

"In the early twenty-first century, an average bloke named Dave Phillips stumbled across a parra—ah, excuse me, invented a device which has the ability to change, twist and manipulate the weather, season and light levels of this world as well as manage a few nasty problems they had back in the day, such as pollution and global warming. This device is invisible to our eyes, hidden at the top of our atmosphere. It works in sections, giving each unmarked sector a totally different change of scenery. Literally.