RECOVERED NEUROLOGICAL MEMORY DATA
[2020:7:09:23:52]
Mark Kepler was, in his own words, the next Steve Jobs. The third richest man in America, he was the CEO of the most prestigious corporate electronics company in the country. He strode toward the conference room doors with a fake smile on his face. The people he was about to speak in front of were lower than him, practically pups in the world of corporate soft- and hardware design. As time magazine's 2019 Person of the Year, he was confident in his ability to impress such idiots.
He pushed open the glass doors, lilted his way to the head of the table, and stood behind his chair. He didn't sit because he wanted to instill a sense of reverence in the little guys. He wanted respect, though he already had it.
He opened his mouth and with a deep voice, said, "Ladies and gentlemen of Marsha, I am pleased to be here with you. However, I have good news and bad news. Let's start with the bad news first, shall we?" He kept his face placid as the others looked uneasily at each other. "I have received word that ExEc is threatening to pull our stock funding."
This announcement sent waves of titters through the room. Experimental Economies was the Marsha Corporation's biggest ally. Much of what was done by Marsha wouldn't have been feasible without the aid of ExEc. That they were threatening to pull funding was a terrifying thought.
Mark spoke up again, cutting through the chatter. "But. But there is good news, as I said. I have just received word from our R&D Department that Project SCID," --Kepler pronounced this acronym 'Skid'-- "Is now up and running, but only in prototype phase."
Hesitant applause. This was also understandable; some of these cubicle rats didn't even know exactly what Project SCID was. Oh well. Kepler was in a good mood. If the idiots really knew what SCID was used for, what it's true purpose was, the would be scrambling out of their seats, most likely trying to kill him and their other superiors. He spoke up again, cutting through the halfhearted applause. "Now, I know we're all very excited, but we--" A siren cut through his words and drowned out all other noise. Two long wails, one short. Kepler literally felt the smile get wiped from his face.
Oh, dear God, no.
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