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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Zen_Pollo" data-source="post: 4568770" data-attributes="member: 11404">Chapter 1:  Alexander's StoryLondon calling to the faraway towns Now that war is declared-and battle come down --The Clash, London CallingSetting:  The Horizon Hardcopy production studio.  Two chaps sat in an office with one windowed-wall watching a tri-vid screen on the desk.  Silk-screened letters on the glass wall read, Alexander McQueen, Production Counsel.The first was a mousey lad, Jimmy Get-My-Coffee; he had the perpetually rumpled look of someone that can’t afford to send his clothes to the dry cleaners.  Jimmy licked his lips nervously and kept glancing through the glass wall to the hallway outside.The 1 to Jimmy’s 0, Alexander McQueen, Esq. was a handsome elf in his late twenties dressed as fashionably as only a twenty-something hipster with no student-loan debt can muster.  Alexander’s personal grooming and choice of clothing alone could get him more trim than a strip-mall barbershop.  Unfortunately, Alexander prized a woman whom was out of reach, but not out of sight…For hanging in the holo-space of the tri-vid floated the svelte anchorwoman of Horizon Hardcopy, Lollipop.  Lolli’s white and red swirling nano-tech hair implants undulated and changed light intensity with the mood of the news; somber and straight during the report of the stock market losses, bright  and feathered for the color-commentary on the puppy adoptions in Renton.  Lolli’s sculpted features could be used on an informercial for nuevo-botoximine, but Alexander knew that she was all natural – after all, he had had to vet her background story and pay for the theft of the medical records himself.But good genes ran in the family; Lollipop is the daughter of Candi Cain, a former reporter of Network News 54 which was bought-out by the Horizon Media Corporation after the crash of ’64.  Strangely enough, Candi Cain was now the elder stateswoman in The View:2070 Edition (owned and operated by Neo-News Net, a subsidiary of the Horizon Media Corporation).   Media personalities are like twinkiesnacks; if you inject enough chemicals in them, they’ll last forever.“Let’s see how the dockworker strike piece turns out,” stated Alexander.“How’d you get the paydata, Lex?” asked Jimmy Get-My-Coffee as he quickly jumped up with the hyper-tuned office-senses of someone that has no marketable skills and a sub-prime mortgage on his condo. “Yes, McQueen, how did you get the data?” asked a middle-aged man wearing the power-suit his wife bought him for Christmas.  As the tan-skinned man strode into the room, an Augmented Reality Object (ARO) poped up on Jimmy and Alexander’s smartlenses reading, Felix Gomez, Executive Producer, Horizon Hardcopy.Smiling coldly, Alexander replied, “I went to law school with one of the negotiators – it’s amazing what lengths some guys will go to cheat on their wives.”  Pointedly, Alexander glanced at the tri-vid showing Lollipop (flaming red highlights) reporting on the labor-strike story.Smartingly, Felix grunted out, “Jimmy, go get me some coffee!”Jimmy scuttled out of office – he knew who synth-a-butters his breadsnacks.“Now, McQueen, it is my distinct pleasure to inform you that you have been terminated,” grinned Felix – not even bothering to activate the office’s PrivacyGuard2100 sonic screener. “No, I don’t think so,” said Alexander – he also knew who synth-a-butters his breadsnacks – and it was not Gomez.   “Why don’t you tell me what all this is about?” stated Alexander as he casually instructed his commlink to activate the sonic screen (for outside the office), and his micro-audio-recorder (for inside…)“Well, McQueen, it seems the spirits of the corporate hierarchy have granted my fondest wish.  You’ve been reassigned to a special workgroup.”  Felix chuckled, “So that means, you ARE terminated from this workgroup – after all, you are an expensive asset and this office space is burdened to my internal accountants payable.”“Special workgroup?  I haven’t seen any communication regarding this transfer.”  Alexander quickly pulled up his work email account on his personal commlink.  The floating ARO containing Alexander’s unread mail showed 83 unread messages – none of which indicated an internal transfer.  “What are you going on about, Felix?”“The United Way Golf Tournament, McQueen, didn’t you read the memo?” a triumphant Felix mimiced a golf swing, “I hope you have a good handicap – I would hate for you to make a fool of yourself in front of the company execs.”   Chortling to himself, Felix strutted out of the office screaming, “Jimmy, where’s my coffee???”But Alexander was already ignoring Felix.  Alexander quickly called up the memo in question from his commlink and the Augment Reality Object email obediently came into being floating in the air in front of his face,  “What the Frack!?!”The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming inEngines stop running and the wheat is growing thinA nuclear error, but I have no fearLondon is drowning-and I live by the riverThe Clash, London Calling</blockquote>

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