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correctly the Japanese headline read: "Japan Sold Out!"
    Some charitable pundits called the deal questionable. Others contended that the Emperor was senile and had trouble finding his glasses at the signing. One trendy magazine that sported young sexy teenaged girls said the Emperor had lost his marbles. They claimed they had the pictures to prove it(the cover had  a fuzzy picture of the Emperor wearing a Hawaiian shirt hugging two girls at an undisclosed drinking club. The Imperial Palace called the picture an undignified hoax and threatened to sue the magazine.)
    "No Gill, I didn’t know anything," Robert said.  "What’s going on?"
    Gill smiled proudly. "I sold them a whole country license for the AD 2100, and even sold them a copy of the Big Blue Server."  He then meekly continued,  "though we’ve got a little problem that needs to be fixed."
    "Aw fuck Gill.  Stop selling shit before we make it." Robert picked out another chocolate.
    "I’m sorry Robert.  But really, we’re screwed. They screwed up Big Blue in Tokyo.  We’ve got a DNA neuron problem."
    "You mean CDNA.  Jesus Christ!  We make it with CDNA.  You and Jimmy keep confusing the system!"
    Robert had grown tired of explaining technology to Gill.  Gill’s father was a Yale law professor and Gill did a dual Law and MBA at Yale. For a technology company president this was like filling your tank with water, gas and chicken shit: the shit backfired all over MicroIntel.
    Gill shook his head. "No Robert, I know what I’m talking about, it’s real DNA.  You see we had a problem with the Japanese translation and you weren’t here and---"
    "Are you telling me the Japs put in an actual DNA code?"
    "Well yes, but we’re going to fix it."
    "What the fuck is wrong with these people?  Using a sequence for human DNA is like going in your underwear and pulling out your balls!  They put some Jap engineer’s DNA into the system?  What’s wrong with these guys?"
    "They didn’t use a Jap’s DNA."
    "Whose did they use?"
    "Robert, promise you won’t be pissed?"
    "Pissed?  Please don’t tell me you sent over your DNA.  I mean---"
    "No, not mine exactly.  Ah, yours."
    Robert coughed from his balls. "What?How  Are you sure?"
    "Yeah, I am."
    "Why in hell did you do that?"
    "They asked."
    "They asked?"
    "We have employees’ DNA on file so I sent them a small blood sample.  You were on vacation.  I don’t know how this works, I thought they wanted it for the RSA code confirmation, look Robert…"
    "Do you understand how we use the CDNA to make special neurons? Five thousand pounds of computer neurons for the Big Blue server?"
    "Well, it’s just some memory shit, neurons---some special brain shit or something…"
    "Yeah, it is—but now it’s got the same structure of the shit that’s in my fucking head, what am I to think?"
    "You could consider Big Blue a big brother?"
    "Fuck you Gill!"  This isn’t funny---it’s not even legal."
    "Seems to be in Japan," said Gill, looking at another bird.
    "Damn it!  Now I’ve got to go and fix this shit…again."
    "There will be a big bonus…"
    "I don’t want money!!  I want a fucking life!"
    "Hey, life is good in Japan, people live long."
     "Japan is shit!  I got really sick there last time." Robert remembered the sushi food poisoning; five days in the toilet.
    "Everybody gets sick in Japan, look.  President Bush’s Grandfather George got sick 30 years ago in Japan and look how great his family has done. It’s nothing. It’s a good omen."
    "His sons snort cocaine Gill, and one got us into World War III!"
    "No one proved that Bobby."
    "What, that they snorted cocaine or got us into WWIII?"
    Gill walked over to Robert. He picked up a sketch lying on his desk. It had a large chrysanthemum stamp on the upper right corner. Thesketch was a pencil drawing of a smiley face. It looked like the work of a ten-year-old.
    "Do you know what this is Bobby?"
    "No." Robert looked directly into Gill’s eyes.   "Is it