Fleet Street was lit up like a Christmas tree. Simon Hackel stood on the 3rd-floor balcony of the KonXio headquarters and stared down at the bustling thoroughfare that lay before him.
Fleet Street was the most celebrated shopping street in NewWashington area and it wen almost permanently swamped with all sorts of wild and wonderful people. Hackel glanced up at the Flyway and the hundreds of mopeds that zoomed through the city. He could hear the faint echo of their engines whirring high in the sky above him. However, the sound of the mopeds was dominated by the orchestra of Fleet Streets regular shoppers.
First, there were the gangs of students from the local academies who seemed to spend more time at the local bars than attending classes.
Then, there were the businesspeople like Hackel who spent every waking hour within the crowded streets of Zone 11, all competing to outspend each other on political campaigns and to construct the latest new technology. And one could not forget the beggers and buskers( In Hackels, eyes there was no distinction between the two) who seemed to delight in assaulting peoples ears with their bland music.
But loudest of all was the protesters.
Hackel felt his face contract with anger. Just thinking about them set him on edge. Every day, more and more seemed to flock to the steps leading up to KonXios headquarters, and with the demonstrations came the press.
Hackel had still not spoken to them and it was beginning to come off as strange. Soon they would be saying that he had something to hide.
They'd be right about that.
He turned to his desk behind him and placed his hand on its smooth, curved, surface. He felt the energy from the machine flow through his body.
He began to carefully assemble a sentence in his mind. The machine proposed different ways of phrasing what he was trying to say. Several minutes later he removed his hand from the desk, now armed with the most dangerous weapon man had ever taken advantage of. Words.
He smiled to himself. He could almost see the headlines. Within the next
3 hours he would convince those protesters outside that KonXio was on there side. Within the next 3 days, he would convince the world that KonXio was on their side.
Then he could get back to work.