"Sorry, stud, I didn't catch your name."
- "Sorry, stud, I didn't catch your name." "I'm just a pool boy, I need no sympathy. It's Amir, by the way." Ahhh, Amir. That wouldn't have been Gloria's first guess, so it's a good
- day to die. She thought and put a gun against her head. Pulled her trigger. It went click. Queen Gloria handed the gun to Amir and took a sip of her rum & rum. "Your turn, Amir."
- So then Amir also took a sip of her rum & rum. "Thanks!" he said to Queen Gloria. "Now let's get back to business." He picked up the gun, but instead of pointing it at his own head
- he pointed his head at the gun and fired a thought. The gun exploded into a bouquet of asps. "Ack!" he screamed, dropping the serpents. "Those were supposed to be the FTD Mother's
- Madusa's Holiday Special." Kicking the "Thought Gun" into the gutter, he forgot about it. Thirty years later, the "Thought Gun" had wound up on the beach of San Francisco. It was f
- Class but still worked and worth a pretty penny. I did not know how to use it but that was what Lougle was for. I lougled the company name, Pernicious Knids, & Thought Gun resulted
- In a total turnover of staff, robotization of the warehouses, and a new company name. The old staff was fired and immediately started a class action lawsuit against me. Plausibly,
- I turned over the automated warehouses to those who had lost their jobs in the process, but kept the profits as they worried themselves sick over the complicated upkeep. "Not my
- job,” I muttered to myself, vowing to stop Amazon.com before it automates the entire retail sector, eliminating
- the need for anything human to exist. I need a lot of capital to stop Jeff Bezos; that won't be easy. You can't kill him...he ain't human. In fact, there are only 50 humans left
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- 2013-02-16 16:20:41
- Finished
- 2018-12-07 16:11:28
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Jimbeau Dec 07 2018 @ 16:15
Science Fiction meets Wall Street...stocks soar!!!