The suggestion of finalizing the brainstorm is met with general support.
"No objections here. I think we can pass this one onto the R&D department.""Excellent. What's next on the agenda?"Mr. O also confirms his support and pages his loyal engineered intern to clean up the mess here. Mr. H, meanwhile, has only begun his flight of fancy, looking up from an intense session of awkward thumb-twiddling.
"Did I miss much? We where discussing our next product, correct? Whatever it is, I suggest that it fixates on its owner and requires less in the way of food and similar. although if we do that we may want to make it so that it can only metabolize something we make...""Your suggestions are noted, Mr. H. Glad you could join us at last. Anyway, engineered people already run on little food and water, though they still need at least five hours of sleep per night to function normally."Mr. N, meanwhile, adds a layer of detail to his ingenious plan of inverse copyright infringement.
"We just invite the judges to our executive golf retreat and offer them bribes. It's been company policy for 20 years, and I see no reason to change that now.""Twenty years? Unless this is 1980 we or our predecessor have been doing it far, far longer than that."Carl sighs once more. Why can't everyone just mentally share the same location in spacetime around here?
"No, this is not the year 1980, Mr. H. It is actually the 23rd of March of the year 2172."Mr. O, seeing Mr. H become active at last, proceeds to forget his name.
"Let's stick with what we've got on this model. Save your notes, though. You have some great ideas to bat around for our next line. Welcome to the meeting, Mr. A. You missed the slurry. Rough night last night?"Mr. S, hoping to steer this conversation in a new direction, comes up with a new idea.
"I just had a great idea! What about a cloned lab assistant? We'd call him Victor!"I do suppose we should stop this meeting before it gets-""Aw, geez!" comes an exclamation from Mr. O's intern as he examines the happenings in the cozy corner of the room, Mr. L included.
"I mean, man! Gosh! I gotta clean this up right quick! Brains all over the table!""I do believe it's time to adjourn our meeting for now. We'll meet again when I get the report from the lab, we'll discuss production and so forth then. For now, you may go about your business."The people in the room all get up, dust themselves off and start chattering to one another as they leave the room, Carl leading the way. In moments, only the intern remains.
"Geez, man, how am I gonna clean this up? Where do I put this guy? Do I... notify the relatives?"He pulls out his all-purpose communicative device, entering the words "engineered help service quick" into the search function. In moments, he gains access to the help line. And he is promptly enlightened.
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March 11th, 2182, 10:12 AM.The well-lit main room of the employee cafeteria of Bartolucci Data Processing is abuzz with activity as usual as its staff go about their daily routine. The machines of the kitchen work under the wise guidance of their operators, all in preparation for their sole regular patron to make her first of three daily appearances. Said patron is Julia Bartolucci, owner of the company and the only occupant of the building entitled to eat at the rather wonderful, possibly restaurant-quality establishment by virtue of being the sole natural being in the building, ready to be waited on by the five dedicated kitchen staff, all of which are molded into the same image, that of Jasmine Thyme, the quintessential image of wholesomeness, both a throwback to a more innocent time and an innovation in her own right.
Each Jasmine has a role each day, and these shift over time, decided internally between them each evening after the maintenance of the kitchen is done. Three get to be the chefs, preparing the actual food. One acts as the waiter, carrying plates to and fro, making sure that all is well. And the final and most vaunted position is that of the hostess and companion, who gets to greet Julia, sit with her at the table and make conversation to help with the positive atmosphere all Jasmine Thymes know they must cultivate.
You are Jasmine Thyme Model Three Hundred Seventy Six, and this is your first time as the hostess in your three months working here, and it's probably the highlight of your existence so far. Then again, you are only about nine months old, and you don't remember the first third of your life, and the second third was mostly you undergoing rapid knowledge infusion combined with therapy to make sure your head doesn't explode from the aforementioned infusion or the cranial implant.
Anyway, the other Jasmines finally trust you enough to allow actual face-time with the owner! It feels really amazing, but also a bit worrying. Jasmine Fifty Three said it would be all right, that she had done it hundreds of times already, and that this is what you were made for and are best-equipped for. There's still the sensation of butterflies in your stomach. Ms. Julia will be in soon, and you have to be the best dang hostess to her that you can be, best there ever was. You have not only your own legacy, but the honor of all Jasmines before you and after you to uphold. Mess up, and you reflect on your whole line. Naturals find it difficult to tell the difference between the engineered, after all.
You have to handle this. Though it is your first time, failure is not an option. She'll be coming in through that door in probably no more than three minutes, and you are only armed with your request pad and what you know, and what you know is largely what your little friend inside your brain whispers to you. Better make it good. And most of all, don't lose it.
You may focus on one item of news per unit of time, obtaining additional information on this subject.
- The Engineered Derby ends with the victory of crowd-favorite Leaden Claw, world unaided top land speed record beaten at last.
- Scientists predict tectonic activity will intensify in coming years.
- Crime is at all-time low as world police force becomes 100% engineered.
- Carl Goodman to represent Mannkorp at GIC, 'inspiring new direction' rumored.
- Engineered population booming, experts worried.
- YXW frontman Joseph Greenthaal dead at 32!
- Chelo CEO sighted with wife, mistresses express concern.
Name: Jasmine Thyme Model 376
Gender: Female
Attributes: heightened senses of taste and smell, increased manual dexterity, improved intellect, unobtrusively good looks, improved interpersonal ability, slight owner fixation, cranial netlink implant.
Skills: skilled chef, proficient at maintenance and repair, proficient at making smalltalk.
State of Mind: agitated due to uncertainty, internal emotional pressure.
Okay, so the boardroom phase is over, fun though it may have been, and the game proper begins. You may no longer RP as such, though interesting news story suggestions are welcome if you are up for it.
An explanation of the rules is
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