26 September 2012
Hannah discussed the details of distribution, marketing and sales with Marcus for most of the morning, and her afternoon was spent ensuring the formula and initial production was up to her high standards. Finally, she added her approval to Marcus' and sent the order for mass production of 'select'. The production itself was relatively straightforward; simply producing copies of the formula and it's corresponding software language. So that with a single thought a user could purchase a copy of the formula, their implant would read the code and reproduce the narcotic effect that matched the formula.
Hannah had high expectations for 'select', it would be her most successful product yet; and by this time tomorrow, she expected the whole of Safe Haven to be customers. Nothing like this had ever been done, except the odd stimulant or so but narcotics had always been a no go area. That was until Hannah produced a formula that overcame all the problems, with all its benefits; there was only one downside to 'select', it could cause deep blissful sleep. But then again, Hannah didn't really consider that an issue and if it was, well her company also sold the formula to strain out 'select' from the user's body.
With all that work done Hannah sat back in her comfy chair and looked at the large clock in her office. It was already 1800 hours and Hannah decided to call it a day but she didn't leave her office. She decided as she often did to spend the night in her adjoining bedroom. As she got up to walk to the bedroom, her implant alerted her to an incoming call and she recognised it for a call she had been expecting all day. So she sat back in her chair, waved her hand over her desk and a horizontal bar hovered from an open slot, which then settled in a mid-air position. After a brief pause an image appeared between the horizontal bar and the slot, which displayed the crest of the company making the incoming call.
"Accept incoming call." Hannah said to her holographic screen. An image of a man dressed in overalls with a large factory in the background was displayed. She recognised him as her consultant from the company called GenGo but she couldn't remember his name. "Good evening, Dr. LeBeaux. Sorry about the late call." The consultant said. "I trust you have some good news for me?" She replied. GenGo was a versatile engineering company that manufactured any product to its client's specifications and Hannah had requested a very rare product indeed. "Yes I do. The GenGo AT-1 you ordered two months ago is ready for collection, once payments are..." He started to say. "My car is ready!" Hannah exclaimed, interrupting the consultant. Hannah enjoyed watching old movies and was particularly fascinated by the cars she saw in them. "Yes it is." The consultant replied with a smile. "Although, I can't see why you'd want one of these things, our transport system is beyond sufficient." He added. "Don't you worry yourself about that, I'm on my way to pick it up now." Hannah replied, summarily ending the call. She called a private cabin to meet her downstairs, since she wanted to have a quick chat with the night-shift staff before she left. (Tbc...)
© 2012 by Pthasse Amadeus
Stolen Minds Pt. 3 • Opuss № I