"So you're Jim eh?" I remember Big Carl asking me. "Listen Jimbo, I want to give you opertunity of a friggin' lifetime...So uh, follow me." Carl countined.
Carl and I walked down the busy hallway and heard gasps and whispers like, "Is that the Big C?" and "Big Carl??? what's he doing with the new guy?"
We reached his office, it was big, with wide glass windows, and a pecuilarly out-of-place bookshelf on one of the sides of the rooms that didn't have any windows. Carl sat down in his chair behind his sleek and uncluttered desk. He paused for a moment before saying, "Jimbo, I, would like for you to come over to my place tomorrow. After dinner...There's a...some important...bussiness I would like to discuss with you."
Tomorrow?, I thought, today is Friday so at least that'll give me all day to prepare. While I was busy thinking Big Carl said in a cheerful but concerned voice, "That is all...Oh, and Jimbo, I think you should take the rest of the day off."
I went home and started to ponder what in the hell was Big Carl getting at. He wasn't a prevert or anything, he had a wife and one kid. Then there was that damn bookshelf. Something in the back of my mind was screaming at me to go and check it out. The night and Saturday Afternoon seemed to race by and soon I found myself driving up to Big Carl's mansion in my finest clothes.
I rang the doorbell and Big Carl himself answered the door. (I was expecting a butler or a maid.) Carl seemed overjoyed that I showed up. He said in an excited tone, "I'm glad you could make it! There's something I need to dicuss and show you."
Carl showed to his high-class living room and we both sat down very comfy chairs on opposite sides of the room. "Sorry this was so sudden. You see I was limted on when I could do this sence my wife and son have to gone for this. Now, here's what I want'ed to talk to you about, How do you feel about Robots, Jimbo?"
I was confused, the corperation was in the television industry not the Technology industry. We couldn't compete with Sony or anybody. I decied not to show me true feelings and to just ask questions, "Well what kind of robots are you speaking of?"
"I am speakings of robots that are to realistic that you can't tell the differance between them and real humans. I am speaking of robots that are so advanced that they could, without the proper restraints, take over the world. I am speakings of robots of genius!!!"
"He's gone crazy." was my only thought. Carl couinted, "Sorry if I got a little cared away, Jimbo, here let me just show you something." Carl got of the couch and I followed him to a large room with nothing in it but a Bookshelf! "Look in here" Carl said as he pulled away a book. The Bookshelf opened to reveal a GINORMOUS factory-like room.
Carl walked in and I followed him to one of a few hunderd cold, metal lab tables. On the table was a woman who at first might be asleep, but I realized that her arms and legs were to stiff and straight for her to be asleep. She was an attractive woman, fair skin, Jet black hair, and she wearing somesort of strange skin tight purple suit. I then thought that she was dead. "You killed her?!?" i yelled in shock at Carl. "No, No, No Carl I haven't killed anybody yet, that woman there is a prototype robot I want the corperation to produce."
to be continued....
