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as he gazed into empty space.
    “ Sir?!” Mildred
interrupted.
    “ Mildred,” Broad screamed
out. “I want you to prepare a letter to Mr. Lorn Kilner of Chronos
Enterprises and inform him that we are ready to participate in the
project that we discussed last week and that preparations are being
made to engage the relevant third party collectors who will bring
forth the necessary equipment.” He smirked as he watched Mildred,
carefully admiring her slim physique in a tight red, short dress,
her sleeves pushed up to her elbows and her long legs crossed in
front of her with her legal pad on her lap where she furiously took
copious notes. “Further inform him that we have devoted our full
attention to this matter and the success it will bring to both our
firms.”
    “ Yes sir. Is there
anything else?”
    “ Yes, get up and shake
that money maker for daddy,” he puffed his cigar proudly as Mildred
rose grumbling, hands on her hips, giving him a deathly glare but
then turned to leave without another word. Broad looked at her as
she walked away from him completely disdained by both his ego and
his tone.

CHAPTER 8
    James walked down the streets amongst
the garbage-strewn sidewalks of his home community. He bore facial
stubble and lice-ridden short black curly hair, sun-tanned
complexion, and yellow teeth. The intense heat and sunlight made
him sweat profusely in the dying neighborhood around
him.
    “ James… James Timewalker,
is that you?” A limousine approached appearing oddly out of place
in the decaying mess that became this tattered community. A man in
his thirties with a mustache and custom made suit popped his head
out of the window.
    “ Hello, do I know you?”
said James as he stopped wondering who knew his name, specifically
someone wealthy enough to be in a limousine.
    “ It’s me, James. Syrus
Bilderberger. We went to Chronix Bay High together. Wow you look …
different.” He said with a shy frown. “What happened?”
    “ Life happened I guess.
The economy is rough and it’s tough to get work and boy do I need
some cash.”
    “ I’m sorry, James. Let me
help you.” Syrus exited the limousine and reached into his back
pocket.
    “ No, Syrus, I can’t take
your money.” James spoke modestly ashamed of his own sorry state of
affairs.
    “ Actually, I was going to
give you something better than money.” He took out his wallet and
opened it, pulling out a business card.
    “ Nothing is better than
money” laughed James but then stopped as he saw Syrus had a serious
look on his face. He handed James the business card taken out of
his breast pocket.
    ” What’s this?” asked
James.
    “ Possibly your future. You
see I run a Fortune 500 company in Superior City and we need some
good people for a special program we are starting aimed at
assisting disadvantaged members of society to get a better grasp on
life.”
    “ They don’t want me. I’m a
junkie, I mean recovering junkie sort of by choice.”
    “ We can help you get the
help you need. Just think about it and call me. Here,” he gave
James a quarter and then reentered his limousine and
smiled.
    “ Thanks.”
    “ It was good seeing you
again, James.” He waved as the limousine drove off leaving James
still alone and homeless.
    James looked at the card and smiled.
“Temporo, Inc.… ‘Knowledge is power’. Hmm.” He pocketed the card
and continued on his way towards no place in particular.

CHAPTER 9
    “ Lives in wealth and
poverty split in two but no longer.” Broad Staffnight spoke with a
revered voice rivaling any who he went up against. He stood on the
stage of the auditorium before a crowd of military and civilian
personnel ready to eagerly embrace the unveiling of a new
technological advancement by his company. He remembers practicing
the speech in his head a dozen or more times and thinking of what
he was working on was going to change civilization. He echoed the
words before the podium microphone as he did to the mirror in