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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jan 25, 2011 18:42:34 GMT -5
Anthony thought for a moment before responding to Mr. Alexander.
"There is something you can do. Interview Dr. Hoito's kid. In all likelihood, you won't even have to try and butcher him; he's enough of a fool to it himself. Also, there aren't any major events coming up with Genetech other than the construction of a new lab in Northern Germania-area. We're still building it, but it'll be designed to be able to monitor the region and still produce as needed. Of course, I can't tell you the dirty little secrets," Anthony chuckled.
"Will MTV need anything in particular? We've been debating on creating birds with chips in their brains that record what they see. However, they would die, literally, when nearing sensitive Genetech facilities. Before we start making more of them, we'd need a buyer who'd purchase them in mass quantities of at least 2-2.7 million. The Church has already bought 8 million. Would MTV be interested?"
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Post by Max Alexander on Jan 29, 2011 15:17:18 GMT -5
Mr. Alexander chuckled at Anthony. "That sounds like the easy way to get things done. I am sure with time I could formulate a plan to really stump him.."
Max didn't think that they needed anything, but the sound of the birds was an intriguing idea and they may come in handy some time.
"That sounds like a brilliant idea. We could use them for filming. I suppose the company could pick up a few, maybe 2.5 million? What do these things run a pop?" He could tell they may be here a bit longer doing business, so he canceled his next appointment and ordered another scotch. He had actually been looking for something like these birds but nothing had ever come up. Maybe he just didn't look hard enough.
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jan 30, 2011 11:21:39 GMT -5
Thinking for a moment of the different breeds, Anthony figured the numbers.
"We're about to unleash a new breed of them, so the old breed will be selling for dirt cheap. While the older breed is slower, less observant, and have shorter life expectancies of about 3-4 years. However, they are also smaller and more sturdy. As such, we'd sell them at about $5 a bird under the condition you also make a 1 million dollar deposit, half of which would carry over to your next purchase, which I think we can expect. If you don't want to make the deposit, they go for $20 a bird. Also, we don't transport them, but you don't come pick them up either. You give us the location, and they fly there."
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Post by ~Ophelia Vespera~ on Mar 31, 2011 0:14:42 GMT -5
When Ophelia turned around with the bowl of vegetable soup, she was surprised to find her company gone without her notice. She set down the bowl of soup on the table and went down the stairs to go find Cephrien, and went into her shop. There she was quite surprised (although she thought maybe she shouldn't be surprised after all the strange things happening to her) to see Cephrien what looked to be like.. Some little person on his shoulder.
"Wh-what is that?" Ophelia sputtered, pointing at the little pixie on Cephrien's shoulder. She stepped in the puddle of water on the floor but did not notice as she observed the little creature on Cephrien's shoulder, obviously a little spooked. She had been told by her mother a long time ago, that people had two voices they listened to that sat on either shoulder. One of the voices was an angel and the other a demon, and they both tried to tell you what to do. She always thought her mother meant the story to be an abstraction for her to imagine and guide her to listen to the good voice inside her. But was this a physical form of one of those sitting on Cephrien's shoulder? It had wings, but not the feathered wings of angels or bat wings of a demon that she had imagined..
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