Sky City Wars

Space Atlantis

"What should we call it?" Asked Gordon as they flew through space. "Call what? Atlantis?" Asked Aaron. "Yeah." Said Gordon. "Its name is Space Atlantis." Said Aaron. "No Atlantis means something that is lost and or made up." Said Gordon. "Okay encyclopedia." Said Aaron laughing. 

"Anise, how close are we to finding Space Atlantis?" Asked Gordon. "Close. The coordinates are only 500 feet away." Said Anise. "But there is nothing there." Said Gordon looking out the window. "There is a little thing there." Said Sik. "What is it?" Asked Aaron. "A small black hole of sorts. Not the same readings as a normal black hole so I wouldn't say that it is one. Maybe a cousin of one." Said Sik. "How could a black hole have a cousin?" Asked Aaron. "Figure of speech, meaning this thing there could be something like a black hole." Said Sik. "Ah, okay." Said Aaron. 

"Anise, stop above position." Said Gordon. "Done." Said Anise as the ship stopped in place. "We are going to figure this out." Said Gordon. "The key." Said Aaron. "What about it?" Asked Gordon. The key floated towards Aaron and there was a loud whining noise as the thing below them started to increase in strength and size. "Gordon. Grab onto something." Said Aaron as he strapped into a seat. Gordon did the same thing as the thing swallowed the ship. 

Harold was sitting in the meeting room with a full table. "Doug, we can't have the product sale slow down. There are way more planets and solar systems we can sell to. Has John come up with any new ads for the Space Cable Television?" Asked Eric. "Yes he has. Well John needs to make a few tweaks that we wanted the lab rats to look over to see if it is right." Said Doug. "Okay get on that. Also good news. Mr. Moore is back here on the board and has come back to life." Said Jorge patting Harold on the back. Everyone nodded and looked at Harold. "Is that everything we needed to look over?" Asked Harold sitting up. "Sir I can tell that this has been everything we have needed to talk about." Said Eric. 

Everyone was filing out of the room and Doug patted Harold on the shoulder. "Come on, lets go to lunch." Said Doug. "I'll follow you." Said Harold walking down the hall. "I really hate how Eric thinks he knows how we should advertise. He hasn't even looked at the robots or even owned one. He still doesn't own one." Said Doug chuckling. "Well why not?" Asked Harold. "He hates them." Said Doug. "Why does he hate them, they've done nothing wrong to anyone at all." Said Harold. "Have you seen the news recently?" Asked Doug. "No I haven't. Has one of our models hurt anyone?" Asked Harold. "God no. You're doing a great thing. We've never had a robot of ours kill a man. There are accidents and that's why they have video recording twenty four seven." Said Doug. 

The elevator dinged and they walked out the front of the building. A robot opened the door to a limo and they climbed in. "So why doesn't he trust ours?" Asked Harold. "He doesn't trust any robot out there." Said Doug. "Why is that?" Asked Harold. "He bought a cheap one from a factory on Venus which he was in charge of. The robot went crazy and trashed his house, his life, killed people and so they shut down that business and killed that business. He had no family left and I think he needs to chill." Said Doug. 

The limo moved forward and Harold looked at Doug. "We need to let the creators promote  their ideas and see how things work out." Said Harold. "That sounds smart, should we fire Eric?" Asked Harold. "God no, he's a great salesman. Just makes stupid decisions." Said Doug. "So what do we do with him?" Asked Harold. "Tell him that he better watch himself." Said Doug as the limo pulled up in front of the restaurant. "Thank you driver." Said Harold as the robot opened the door. "Is that our model?" Asked Harold. "Yes it is." Said Doug as they walked through the open doors of the steak house. 

"Reservation for two, Moore." Said Doug. "Right away, follow me." Said the hostess leading them to their table. They sat down and menus were handed to them. "Good noon gentlemen, I am your host, Alexandria. Drinks to start with?" Asked Alexandria. "Yes, the usual for both of us. Also the bread and a plate of onion rings. Then the usual for the entree." Said Doug. "Right away." Said Alexandria walking away. 

"So, more about our scientists." Said Harold. "What more? All I know is they build and make sure the robots are in perfect working order. I don't speak with them. That is what you and Jorge do." Said Doug. "That makes sense." Said Harold. "Yes, I know. You said that you and Jorge had it under control." Said Doug as two drinks and a plate of bread was brought out. "There ya'll are. I'll be back shortly with your meal." Said Alexandria walking away. 

"You do have a meeting in an hour and a half with the head scientist." Said Doug. "I know." Said Harold grabbing a slice of bread. "I have a question for you." Said Doug in-between mouthfuls. "Yes?" Asked Harold. "How did you get back here?" Asked Doug. "I was teleported here." Said Harold. "From when?" Asked Doug. "2017. I was building a teleportation device for the fair and boom I ended up on Earth this year and then met and old friend and ended up here." Said Harold. "Wow, I need to hear more later. But food is here." Said Doug. Alexandria set the food on the table and then left them to eat. "Here is the sheets for the sales in the last month. Which have skyrocketed." Said Doug handing a folder to Harold.