Stephen W. Cote
Copyright Stephen W. Cote 2012
Published at Smashwords
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each reader. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
Life presents opportunities to make mistakes but rarely accommodates a galactic fuck-up. While squinting at slide fourteen, projected growth rate deltas per post acquisition merger, as if the act made tolerable such monotony, the future scrolled across the back of Derry Brown’s eyelids. Similar to a residual image from a marathon gaming session, a possible future unfolded to disaster.
Beneath twisted aluminum and shattered carbon, desert sunlight blazing through toxic top fuel smoke, the digital tachometer ticked zero. The capacitors drained and laser-scribed numbers faded along with the heartbeat of the wrecked driver. A moment prior and beyond twelve hundred kilometers per hour, the nose caressed a conical vapor halo and the driver realized the forward winglets wouldn’t hold. Their strut mounts cracked and the distressed inclination routed airflow to lift the back end and drive the nose into the ground.
The problem was not the driver, dereliction in the pit, or the ridiculous attempt to weld steel to carbon fiber. Its origin stretched hundreds of years into the past to a large consumer manufacturing company meeting wherein twenty employees basked in the OLED glow of a projector painting the wall with a slide presentation.