Pavel was sick, so he stayed home for his brother's opening ceremony of his new product, the Juicer 3000. His brother is the CEO of his robotics company, GBot, and is a multimillionaire. He was always a busy man, staying for long hours, signing paper work and other stuff. Pavel was a Russian operative, and was always suspicious of his brother's stomp company, always saying to himself, "I don't trust those goddamn robots," but it was his brother. He had never done anything wrong in his life.
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The mayor of Moscow was so excited for the new release of the Juicer 3000. The thing was so powerful that it can make frozen berry smoothies for the whole city in seconds! Oh boy, that would be great! Imagine if he can have that all for himself, eating all of that diabetes. Oh wait, that was cured 10 years ago. The opening ceremony was amazing; there were decorations everywhere, happy people everywhere, and free food everywhere! Food! Isn't that the best thing in the world? Anyway, about the Juicer 3000 opening ceremony, Antovic just gave me the scissors to cut this big ribbon in front of me.
"Are you just going to stand there and do nothing? Cut it!" Antovic yelled above the chanting of the crowd.
"I'm sorry, Antovic! I was just...thinking of the possibilities of your new product!" The mayor replied.
"Well, if you want it so badly, then cut the ribbon!" Antovic shouted eagerly. Ok, so you put the scissors here, and push the two blades together, then *snip* the ribbon fell in two pieces to the ground.
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Pavel laid in bed, observing the recent reports. Just because I'm sick, that doesn't mean I can put off a day's work, he thought. "Overall Crime Rate: 0.0021% this year. The lowest in ten years." His computer screen reported. Wow, that's the best year since 2135.
"Status of major countries:
America: Idle
General Europe: Idle, Germany: Rebuilding
General Africa: Developing antimatter prototypes
General Asia: Idle." The computer listed.
"Never thought Africa would finally start building antimatter bombs. Those are expensive!" Pavel said.
"What's that?" Said Katernina, Pavel's wife.
"Oh, nothing to worry about." He replied.
