Friday, August 19. 2005Tommy Xiang
At the sound of a single loud knock, Tommy answered his door. A lanky, unkempt young man who looked to be in his early teens but was probably much older stood there, holding a box, and grinning. He entered without waiting for an invitation.
"See, I told you I'd finish them by Monday. Oh, wait, maybe I didn't tell you, but it's Monday, and they're finished." Tommy still stood, holding the handle of the door, and staring at the young man. "What are you doing here?" "I came to deliver the implants. They're done. I didn't shower, and I barely ate or slept, but they're done." "Yes, you mentioned that. But you could have shipped them." "Oh, well I wanted to show you the improvements I made." He walked over to the counter, and shoving the remnants of Tommy's breakfast aside, he set the box carefully down. He rummaged inside the box, speaking as he did so. "See, I made some changes." He held up one of the implants, pointing to a small red button on the side of the clear plastic casing. "See this? You press it, and the implant automatically initiates a smooth offload." A shadow seemed to cross his face. "No more getting stuck in a flawed environment." "That's good, an excellent improvement. I didn't think you could finish them at all, much less improve on them in the time that you had. I'm very impressed." "Yeah, well, like I said, I didn't even have time to shower, and I barely had time to eat or sleep, but--"
Tommy interrupted. "You still haven't answered my question. You could have written to me about the offload initiator. Why are you here?" Howell looked a bit sheepish. "Well, see, I wanted to see how it worked. I was hoping to watch you put one of them in, and I figured if I was here, you wouldn't say no to me." Tommy's watch began to ring. He let it ring for several seconds before turning it off. He looked out into the hallway, where a small, dingy duffle sat on the carefully vacuumed carpet. "I have to go to work now. Get your things. Clean yourself up. We'll discuss this when I get home." With that, he turned and walked out the door. As he left the building, he dialled. "Mr. Swenson? Yes, everything should be ready for tomorrow night. Yes, the old City Medical Center, the one that looks abandoned. Meet me at the South Entrance. Yes, I'll be there around 9:30. I'll have my assistant with me. Yes, you too." The conversation completed, Tommy hung up the phone, looked around, and hailed a passing cab. Trackbacks
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