The gentleman gave his name as "Mr. Gray."
I admitted him and hustled him into my office. "Just sit here, Mr. Gray."
The office was nothing fancy. Three faux-leather chairs sat facing my desk, which was a serviceable plastic model. After all, I didn't even warrant a plaque yet.
"I promise this will be brief." He reached into his breast pocket. "Do you know what this is?"
It was a small, silver wafer about the size of a dollar coin. "A computer disc," I said with certainty. After all, computers are my business.
"Quite right. Inspect it, please."
I bristled. "Sir, I'm an executive, not a magician's helper."
He thrust the disc into my hand. "I like to call her MIA; it stands for Mach's Internet Artifice."
Ah, an IA; how did I guess? "And are you Mach?"
"No, indeed. My client wishes to be anonymous... for now." He tapped a think finger on my desk; that was no programmer's hand. "If you would be so kind, sir..."
I pressed the disc into the console's reader; a plain blue screen appeared. A line of text scrolled up: "Please state the name of your query."
"Later, of course, we'll add in a voice synthesizer." Mr. Gray leans over my shoulder.
Was this it? I'd met with him for a search engine?
"Mr. Gray..."
"There's more." He reached over and typed "Info Query: Lightier Company, 2010-2025." Several pages blinked into existence.
"You see, the system automatically saves any pages you read. It's like a personal fact file." He clicked on an article titled "Lightier Company: The Good, the Bad, and the Mechanical."
It began, "What exactly is Lightier Company? Any child can tell you: the world's leading producer of computer software."
It went on to detail the company's history, from its founding back in 2010 to the present. Obviously, the author was familiar with Lightier. I checked his name: Matthew Rosen. Lightier's founder, and my close friend.
***
"Artificial Intelligence... it's a dime a dozen. No, the Internet is where the money is." Matt leaned back in his chair. "You'll help me out, won't you, Burk?"
I nodded.
"That's settled then! In a few weeks I should have a prototype ready."
I was baffled, but didn't say anything.
"That's not the only reason to rejoice," Matt said. "I'm a grandfather now."
Mr. Gray spoke, jolting me from my thoughts. "How did she know that?"
"Know what?"
He shook his head. "How did MIA know to not only research Lightier, but Matthew Roses as well? She's smart."
Or lucky, I thought.
"I don't mean for this to be her only function; a search engine could do just that. No. What my client has is store will be much more impressive. If you grant us that patent."
I shook his hand. "Mr. Gray, you have a deal."
