Frank & Lloyd & Wright - Part 5

   My three chamberlains don't even move a hinge, don't blink, but stare at me blankly after I tell them my idea. I wait for a response until I remember that I told them turn off their emotional chips until I was done speaking.

   "Okay," I then say in a commanding voice. "Everyone set their emotional chips to level three." Still nobody says anything, but it did bring out two frowning faces and one smiley face. You can guess who has which.

   "One more time then," I say hesitantly, "Please set your chips to level six but no higher."

   Immediately Frank and Lloyd jump on me saying things like; "Are you out of your mind? Who do you think will come to this cafe?" and "I have changed my calculations and I am recommending our boss seek professional help."

   Wright is smiling this whole time as the other androids rambled on about my mental stability, finally interrupting the two with, "Now boys, let's hear if Geoff has any concrete plans on how he will accomplish his agenda or if he hasn't thought this through yet."

   I couldn't believe it. One of them might be on my side. I thought this was going to be a long day of me arguing with them and then finally ordering all three to help me complete my idea. Maybe I'll only have to order two chamberlains to turn off their emo chips and do what I say.

   The room quieted down to the point where you could hear dust hit the dining table if there was still dust to worry about. I look into the face-plate of each one to see if I can figure out which of them is going to give me the most trouble. Each one was playing their part. Frank had the scowl of the oldest sibling concerned on how I would accomplish my foolhardy idea. Lloyd gave me the smirk of someone who thought how weird his younger brother was and couldn't wait until everything fell apart. But Wright was just grinning in a motherly fashion and anticipation.

   I smile back at Wright, with her shaking her head once to say, go ahead.

   "My idea is to use my apartment here, at this complex, as the cafe. Changing the insides completely to accommodate customers from this complex itself and from other apartments in the neighborhood."

   Frank jumps in before I can go any further saying, "Security alone will thwart your plans because they will never let anyone come this far up into the building without proper authorization."

   "I thought of that," I tell him. "My idea would be to trade my apartment for one on the first floor in front of the building for easy access for our patrons."

   Now it was Lloyd's turn, "Are you out of your mind? Do you know how many generations it took to get up to the thirteenth floor in the first place? Status in this world is based on moving up to top of the complex, not going down to floor number one and starting all over again."

   "So you are telling me that I should worry about my virtual status in a virtual reality instead of living in real world and being happy by meeting real people and making real friends?" I ask.

   Lloyd folds his arms across his chest and says, "Humph," in an over dramatic way.

   I look to Wright but it seems she has nothing to say. So I continue.

   "We are going to do this no matter what kind of arguments you come up with or what obstacles we will need to overcome. I need you all to back me up on this so we can accomplish something I believe is very important. Something that I can passed down to further generations of Edelweiss's. What I'll need from each you is to help me with the details of the move, the architecture of designing the cafe, growing our own food, the advertisement when we are ready to serve, and finally, working alongside of me to make this the best cafe in a real or virtual town."

This is,

Me Getting Hungry So I Am Going Out To Get Pizza

Jim Hauenstein

 

And,

 

“Among items in the glass cold case were cheesecake, marzipan candies, the famous chocolate cherry thunder fudge, and a round of sharp cheddar for the apple tarts. The non-refrigerated case held all manner of pastries, sweet rolls, and berry pies. When the buckwheat rolls came out of the oven they went directly into pink boxes tied with kite string.”
- Jo-Ann Mapson -

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