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Jonathan
Always processing efficiency, even the android occasionally stopped to think about the gratitude of those totally outside his life. If life has a meaning, is it the value of life itself? Success from life gives meaning to life, too, though. Even something as archaic as a handwritten letter has meaning--the emotions behind its creation.
Tech diagnostic complete, all systems functional. The visitors will meet you in the executive conference room.
Amidst pondering of what happened to those police officers, Jonathan went to the conference room and waited.
After a while, an image popped up in Jonathan’s systems:
What did that mean?
Eventually, several middle aged white men with suits entered the conference room. They each carried a laptop integrated as a suitcase.
“Hello, Jonathan, sir, how are you tonight?”
* * *
The meeting went somewhat casually.
The COO of AT&T had a deal for Phoenix Power to expand into communication technology. He perhaps babbled too much about ads, probably to take advantage of Phoenix Power’s reputation for ad revenue. He was in a good mood but appeared to fantasize a bit too often.
The executive vice president of The Blackstone Group Inc. offered a hedge fund. He was straight to the point. He had quite a lot of papers in his suit. He was cold about his private equity plans. He was unclear about his goals, seemed to want Phoenix Power to enter a partnership with his company.
The chief financial officer of Huron Consulting Group was rather quiet. At times he appeared daydreaming, but in the end, wished to invest in Phoenix Power’s assets and research into waste management and energy extraction.
The other businessmen did not do much and just took occasional notes, or answered a question about this or that when asked.
Which company or companies did Jonathan choose to discuss?
Always processing efficiency, even the android occasionally stopped to think about the gratitude of those totally outside his life. If life has a meaning, is it the value of life itself? Success from life gives meaning to life, too, though. Even something as archaic as a handwritten letter has meaning--the emotions behind its creation.
Tech diagnostic complete, all systems functional. The visitors will meet you in the executive conference room.
Amidst pondering of what happened to those police officers, Jonathan went to the conference room and waited.
After a while, an image popped up in Jonathan’s systems:
What did that mean?
Eventually, several middle aged white men with suits entered the conference room. They each carried a laptop integrated as a suitcase.
“Hello, Jonathan, sir, how are you tonight?”
* * *
The meeting went somewhat casually.
The COO of AT&T had a deal for Phoenix Power to expand into communication technology. He perhaps babbled too much about ads, probably to take advantage of Phoenix Power’s reputation for ad revenue. He was in a good mood but appeared to fantasize a bit too often.
The executive vice president of The Blackstone Group Inc. offered a hedge fund. He was straight to the point. He had quite a lot of papers in his suit. He was cold about his private equity plans. He was unclear about his goals, seemed to want Phoenix Power to enter a partnership with his company.
The chief financial officer of Huron Consulting Group was rather quiet. At times he appeared daydreaming, but in the end, wished to invest in Phoenix Power’s assets and research into waste management and energy extraction.
The other businessmen did not do much and just took occasional notes, or answered a question about this or that when asked.
Which company or companies did Jonathan choose to discuss?
19-Jan-2020 01:03:16
Willow
Deep down, the boy wanted the cupcake for himself. As Willow took her leave, the boy went to his sister along the beach. She asked him what happened, he answered, and they shared the cupcake overlooking the shoreline.
“It tastes better when you’re really hungry!” the girl squeaked. The siblings finished their cupcake and played on the shore.
* * *
Memories of luxury briefly came, a contrast to the poverty and trash everywhere. Indeed, though, sometimes even a box is a home. It would be some time before Phoenix Power cleaners came, though they should have already been here.
Information transferred, while in the safety of locked doors, Willow got to work to finding clues. The giant computer whirred to life…
Sole survivor’s name… Aisa Mello, officer of the Chicago Police Department. 5’9’’, strong female. Currently en route to The Loop in armoured can.
Amidst her investigation, some details of the owner of Phoenix Power appeared.
Name: Jonathan
Model: AT-390
Memory bank of Jonathan’s experiences transferred into multiple models
Phoenix Power technologies: extracellular electron transfer, methane extraction from landfills for synthetic hydrocarbon fuel, experimental detection for recent notable incident failed
Phoenix Power’s tech diagnostic underway
No additional information found for recent notable incident. Searching for victims’ records…
Her internet exploring came to an abrupt halt. Her computer froze with the following image popped up:
What did that mean?
* * *
Amidst her investigation, Willow heard a growing humming noise. JJ-android would probably notice it, too. Outside flew three patrol robots, just like the ones that can be seen in the image:
They slowly flew towards her home, but there was still quite a distance away. Was her luck finally running out? She certainly had a means to counter those bots should she conclude not enough time to finish her investigation.
Deep down, the boy wanted the cupcake for himself. As Willow took her leave, the boy went to his sister along the beach. She asked him what happened, he answered, and they shared the cupcake overlooking the shoreline.
“It tastes better when you’re really hungry!” the girl squeaked. The siblings finished their cupcake and played on the shore.
* * *
Memories of luxury briefly came, a contrast to the poverty and trash everywhere. Indeed, though, sometimes even a box is a home. It would be some time before Phoenix Power cleaners came, though they should have already been here.
Information transferred, while in the safety of locked doors, Willow got to work to finding clues. The giant computer whirred to life…
Sole survivor’s name… Aisa Mello, officer of the Chicago Police Department. 5’9’’, strong female. Currently en route to The Loop in armoured can.
Amidst her investigation, some details of the owner of Phoenix Power appeared.
Name: Jonathan
Model: AT-390
Memory bank of Jonathan’s experiences transferred into multiple models
Phoenix Power technologies: extracellular electron transfer, methane extraction from landfills for synthetic hydrocarbon fuel, experimental detection for recent notable incident failed
Phoenix Power’s tech diagnostic underway
No additional information found for recent notable incident. Searching for victims’ records…
Her internet exploring came to an abrupt halt. Her computer froze with the following image popped up:
What did that mean?
* * *
Amidst her investigation, Willow heard a growing humming noise. JJ-android would probably notice it, too. Outside flew three patrol robots, just like the ones that can be seen in the image:
They slowly flew towards her home, but there was still quite a distance away. Was her luck finally running out? She certainly had a means to counter those bots should she conclude not enough time to finish her investigation.
19-Jan-2020 01:03:30 - Last edited on 19-Jan-2020 01:07:12 by Azi Demonica
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