“OK, let me
begin by saying, today I will choose who will be my successor after I
recite the traditional autobiography verbally to you about the
creation of my company, my accomplishments, and my final goals in
life.”
Mr. Paley, laying
rotund in his hovering lounge chair, tries to lift his palatial head
to verbalize for the first time in ten years. With the help of
medical nanobots inside his system, he clearly states, “How dare
you assume that you have the authority to hand pick a successor!
Hasn't the law, for the last generation infallibly state; a majority
vote of two thirds of the Board of Trustees is needed to confirm any
appointment?”
Chairman Jo
clearly looks at the roundness of the head and torso of Charles Paley
with disgust. Himself, Peter, Peter's Secretary, and their extended
families have all kept up with at least a resemblance of a physical
fitness program. Or should it be said, use their arms and legs twice
a day instead of nano-technology for all their daily functions.
Except for the
three original Founders sitting here, to Jo, all these Trustees and
so-called Royal Families all look like the old “Cattle for Meat”
programs of the early Twenty-first Century. Where, as a boy, he
toured a farm for the first time, finding out that each animal was
born, raised, and died in a seven foot by eleven foot cage. Never
leaving that small piece of the World. Fattened and slaughtered for
the tables of man.
The rest of these
fools only know the computer playground in their heads which keep
their brains sharp, while nano-technology helps to keep their senses
stimulated, and their bodies alive! If the lower class majority could
only see who really ruled their daily lives, instead of the
holographic mind imprints they were fed, would they not revolt from
the shear fright of these blobs? Even with certain failure and death
upon them from the nano-police?
But Jo thought for
a moment. Relaxed and said, “You are so right Mr. Paley. Let us not
quarrel over petty doctrine right now. I am more excited to see how
you all feel about me after I reveal to you how I became so
powerful.”
The usual noise
sweeps though the hall amongst the three groups again. With the “show
respect” rounding out the chorus.
“Without further
ado, I shall begin with an announcement.”
Some of the Board
Members use their eyes to watch the old man for the first time in
years, while the majority teleconference through the communication
implants inside their brains.
With so many eyes
closed amongst the Trustees, an observer looking at the men and women
in the Board Room, could have imagined that they were all round
mounds of flesh, with no limbs, pretending to be asleep on different
formations of the classic floating lounge chair.
Peter is the only
one with the expression of concern for his friend. Never before has
he known Jo to be so blatant with his words and how careless he is
being politically.
Peter thinks; its
as if he is trying to incite the Trustee's wrath against him.
“I would like to
announce the completion of the Tempus Project. It has cost this
company one billion Gold Units and two billion Silver Units to
complete and all preliminary findings show it has worked.”
The moans and
groans coming from all the blobs were in unison. Even the
brown-noses, who were already billionaires themselves, questioned his
reasoning for such expenditures. Isn't the reason for having a
business, to make more money? To have more power over others? Are we
not the chosen few?
This final
sentiment, resonated through all of them in unison!
This time it is
Mr. Chang who mentally speaks up, clearly recovered from his
embarrassing ordeal of moments ago.
“Mr. Jonas Van
Hause.” He pauses here on purpose, so the others notice his attempt
to address the Chairman as his peer, not as his leader.
But the C.E.O.
doesn't react to it, so Mr. Chang continues, “All of us here have
admired your great work over the years. From your humbling beginnings
as a Pizza Beard maker, to becoming rich it would seem overnight.”
“When you were
almost destroyed politically, by your idealistic evacuation attempts
you made before Paris, London, Moscow, Beijing and New York were
simultaneously vaporized by terrorists.” Admiration is hinted at in
Chang's next thoughts when he mentally transcribes his message to the
others, “How, corporate espionage, helped you in determining that
the Muslim Nation was being blamed unreasonably and the real culprit
were the North Koreans, is simply amazing!”
“Now with the
World behind you, you created your own army to police the actions
between Nations. You stopped all the fighting between the militant
Empires during this time. You opened trade routes between all the
Countries of the World, rich or poor, so they had no reason to go to
war.”
“If that wasn't
enough to hail you as the greatest individual the World has ever
known, you aggressively started this Company's Space program, to
further its stranglehold on the Earth's economy.”
“This
Corporation, on your insights alone, built the first city on the Moon
for Medical and Technological advancements.”
“To your most
lucrative discovery of all, which made each man and women in this
room billionaires, several times over. The gold and silver deposits
along the lava tunnels inside of Mars.”
“That alone made
this Company more powerful than any Nation ever conceived in this
World of ours. The boom to this Corporation and to the Earth's
economy at that time was enormous.”
“During the Dark
Forty Months, right after all the food crops failed World wide on the
same day from the second most grievous terrorists attack History has
seen, and with one thousand deaths per day happening from starvation,
against the Board's wishes you were willing to feed billions of
people for free with the synthetic organic food products this company
developed. I now see why. Every Country has to buy our synthetic food
today or their people will starve once again.”
“It was a
wonderful business move on your part and everything I've mentioned
here have all been great accomplishments.”
“And still today
you declare the Tempus Project complete.”
Now the longest
pause anyone has mentally seen Chang make in his career engulfs their
inner silence. In all of their mind's eye, they are witnessing an old
physically fit Chinese individual, dressed in traditional garb, arms
folded across his chest, shaking his head back and forth. While the
true Mr. Chang lays plumped up against his chair.
With fervent
emotion Chang declares! “Chairman Van Hause! You have wasted this
company's resources to the brink of exhaustion. No longer do our
coffers have the reserves to rebuild our space program to explore
further into the Solar System for new mining opportunities. Every
Scientist, every Physicist, every Mathematician has stated that time
travel can only exist one way, and that is forward with the type of
technology we have today. Still you persisted on wasting valuable
resources in trying to go back in time!”
In everyone's
mind, Trustee Chang acts as if he is looking around the room when he
relays his thoughts to them, “This I must regret and I'm sure many
of these Trustees do too. Because of your past glories, all of us
here may have permitted you to waste these funds without the proper
checks and balances to run a profitable organization.”
Now with anger he
relates to them all, “But now I believe you are making outlandish
statements to hide your first glaring failure!”
Noise roars
throughout the massive Chamber room as even his closest followers
become agitated.
To Peter, it
sounds like a pig sty with all the barking and snorting going on.
Yet, his friend just sits there smiling.
“Chairman Van
Hause,” says the confident Mr. Chang. “I now accuse you of
falsifying documents and presenting those documents to the Board as
evidence that your Tempus Project has succeeded! I ask for your
immediate resignation and to hand over the control of Hause
Technologies, Products, and Permits to Life Corporation to Trustee
Charles Paley until a suitable replacement can be voted on!”
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