Bric sat in his chair on the beach under a palm tree absorbed in paperwork. This time there was no A'dacus playing in the water, and no Skyler to watch over him.
"How's your day going?" The commander approached him, hands folded behind his back, rocking slightly forward and back.
"Could be better." Bric lift he head from his paperwork. He could see that the commander looked like he was about ready to erupt with some sort of news. "What's up?"
"Bric," a smile suddenly burst across the commander's face. "We've had a breakthrough!"
"The project?" Bric leaped to his feet.
"We've done it, Bric! We're ready to start production!"
"Noooo! My God! Palmer. That's fantastic! I thought we were months if not years away!"
"Well..." The commander pondered whether to tell him he had been holding back. "Like I said. We had a breakthrough."
"When can I see it?"
"A prototype should be ready in a week or so."
The smile on Bric's face vanished. "A week or so?"
"Yes!"
"Make it a day."
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Island of the Unemployed
Science FictionThe world is dominated by a single corporate entity. The human race is enslaved in a tightly monitored and controlled environment, with no reasonable expectation for redemption from the situation. Fortunately, redemption comes in many shapes and siz...
