“If you haven't
already, please everyone start your cerebral temporal lobe
recorders,” Van Hause commands. “You are all going to enjoy what
I have to say today.”
The usual moans
and groans come from the group of members who can't wait for the
C.E.O. to die. Silence is heard, if it could be heard, from the
neutral group of Trustees. While the rest, clear of their throat with barely an audible sound of, “a little respect,” rounds out the noise from the
members who always suck up to the Chairman each time one of these in
person meetings are called.
The most agitated
member, Charles Paley asks, “Why couldn't a Mental Vision Meeting
be called instead of this indignation of us being dragged here out of
our serenity of privacy? Doesn't the law clearly state, no more human
contact between the surviving ruling class? Are we not in danger, of
pathogens, viruses, and even germ infection? Do you not care.....
“Enough!”
Bellows the Chairman. “Before I have you disassembled before us all
by nanobots!”
“Sir, that is
illegal,” interjects Peter quickly, while rising to his feet. “I'm
sure Mr. Paley must be tired and his mind has not yet focused.”
Quietly, Peter
adds, “Please continue Mister Chairman, we are all very concerned
about being called to a meeting so abruptly. Is there such a crises
in the World that this Corporation could be in jeopardy?”
The one hundred
eighty-eight year old C.E.O. and Chairman of the Board still sat
there fuming, thinking. Cooling off slowly. After all he has done in
his life, good or bad, he still can't control the thoughts and voices
of his distractors. But he will have the last laugh on these
genetically orphaned born fools. Yes he will.
He knows what
every person here wants from him. He can see it in their faces. He
can hear it in the words they use. He can hear the rumors they
spread. He can hear them whisper!
Throughout
History, no group of individuals will whisper quietly enough that no
one will hear their words. To be overheard is why you whisper, or you
would have said nothing at all.
Jo knows they are
all planning, scheming behind his back with every waking moment to be
his successor. Only his friend Peter shows no sign of a power play
for his throne!
“Sorry my
friend. If you truly knew how these gentlemen and gentlewomen thought
of me behind my back in the darkness of their own thoughts, you might
be inclined to protect yourself better if my reign stumbles here and
falls to the wayside!”
Peter stands again
astonished! “Sir, I am sure you are only guessing at what is
thought of you when someone speaks your great name when they are not
in your presence. I'm sure you do not give credence to any such
rumors of illegal nano-intelligence against the Royal Families!”
Smirks outline the
fattened lips of most Trustees, while turned up crows feet appear
along the happier eyes of the group. They almost think in unison.
“This could be it!”
Board Members
frantically start mentally clicking their individual brain implanted
computing lawyers. Hoping to gather enough evidence, confession, and
probable cause to take down the old man for good.
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