‘Ding!’

The maglev door effortlessly swung open to Just Tips Nail Salon.

This was where Jons favorite manicurist in all of history worked, luckily for him it was right next door to his Phoenix office in 4020’s time period. He came for Amber, there’s something about the way she massages his hands at the end. Like her whole soul merges with his as she graces him with the most relaxing experience, Jon doesn’t believe in souls, because they were proven to not exist in the early 2200’s, but he’s also not above using the term to describe an experience.

It’s not just the massage that he loves about her, it’s her presence, they way she listens, the way she’s somehow really there for all her customers….

Despite not really wanting to be there, now, she was hoping to make it as a photographer, but that didn’t pan out, so here she is, stuck being the best of all time at doing nails.

Jon’s life is a bit stressful so he gets mani-pedis to relax after returning from another work trip, he also likes the fact that freshly done nails make him feel pretty. Women tend to take notice of well maintained nails which tends to work in his favor as an added bonus.

Jon drags his feet as we walks over and drops into the safety of usual cozy white furry chair, he settles in, and asks Amber how her day is going as she saunters up to him to get his foot bath going.

“Oh wonderful as always dear! Janet came by, you know Janet don’t you, the cute blond that always checks you out, she’s a landscape painters apprentice, I don’t remember the guys name. We’ll Janet just got accepted to HPC university. She’s going places that one, so darling, so charming, and just so gosh dang smart!”

Jon loved how sweet and considerate Amber was, she knew everything going on in this city, and unlike the company he worked for, did nothing with her knowledge but help people. Jon’s company did help people, but for a hefty price.

She was always just so peppy with her silky brown hair with complementing highlights streaked through, which was usually up in a pony tail to keep out of her face while working. She tended to wear the latest trends of clothing, but nothing too flashy, colorful and bright, but comfortable and practical while still being stylish. Today she had on a yellow tube top with black jeans and Ped’s shoes.

Amber, by nature of the job, but also just being who she was, was a connector, one of the most important people to find in any century, in any city, and in any country… okay fine, planet too, but Jon fucking hated space travel more than any other travel. When outside is instant death, why would anyone want to subject themselves to being that close to it? Not to mention the weird shit that always happened to Jon in space.

It was always so fucking unpredictable.

‘Oh exploration!’ they always say, fuck exploration, he would often think to himself while on space ships, it’s dumb and unsafe, and there’s plenty to explore down on earth…

Unlimited amounts of connections….

Amber on the other hand, was always excited to see Jon because he told the most outrageous stories. For the first 5 years she thought he was full of shit, it’s so rare anyone ever meets a Sales Agent from The Source Inc. A lot of people lie about being a Sales Agent, usually to get laid, she had been burned by that one too many times.

But eventually, Jon felt comfortable enough sharing some of his prized MER’s, which to Jon, were some of the most beautiful human moments captured throughout history.

Amber agreed.

Finally confirming that he was who he said he was.

The moments he choose to save weren’t the ones anyone would initially think a person in his position would keep. Such as the moment Einstein Discovered Special Relativity or when Steve Jobs made the decision to start work on the iPhone.

No…

His cherished moments were, well…

Somewhere in-between those kinds of moments, the moments that his company wanted, but not Jon.

”So Amber, you know Tom Skies right, the founder of Franklin?” Jon asked.

“Oh you mean the guy that’s responsible for the most successful transportation company in history. The very same company that’s worth over 500 trillion doge?” She confirmed facetiously with a question.

“Yeah, one and the same, the overtly perfect drone company, and now I know how they managed to pull it off.”

Amber chuckled and John proceeded to tell his story while his feet soaked.

Jon made billions knowing which stocks win In the future. We stole his list for you.

Jon Tells his story…

So the phone rang, as it tends to do on a random Thursday morning. I was asleep of course, but as she does… Anna Iris, my conscious Ai assistant took the call.

After screening to confirm that this was indeed a real sales opportunity, she proceeded to rudely wake me up from a lovely dream where I was naked in bed on a roof in Paris with a gorgeous couple...

But you’ll never guess who was on the phone?

Yup! He continued, with out giving Amber a chance to answer.

Tom Skies wife, Sally Mae Skies.

Anna Iris informed me what they had discussed before introducing me to Sally Mae.

I wasn’t paying attention, because mornings are not for people that are sane, but I got the gist and told Anna Iris to put me on.

It was something about the company in the mists of a scandal and on the brink of going under because one of their drones dropped out of the air due to an error in the maintenance schedule. I guess it was supposed to be maintenance, but didn’t, and there was a critical issue that would have bene otherwise caught.

Anna Iris introduced me…

“Hello Ms. Skies how are you today, I’m Jon I hear you need a little help getting your husbands business back on track. I think we can help, could you first tell me a bit about the situation? I like to get a good idea of what I’m dealing with, then we’ll talk about what we do, and we’ll finish up by picking from a set of ideas or beliefs, sound good?”

“Hello Jon, that does indeed sound great! A close friend of mine referred you. You helped her husband up with the idea needed to allow fusion to power spaceships. She said you may be able to help us out of this situation.”

“We do love our referrals, and boy was that a fun job, besides all the space travel I had to do.” Jon politely responded.

Ms. Skies could hear his smile over the phone

“So my husbands company is going under, maybe you’ve heard of it, Franklin, he’s in such a terrible place. Somehow one of the Autonomous drones didn’t get maintenance and due to a short-circuited chip, lost power mid air.”

She started to whimper, but I chimed in and said, “I can’t imagine what you’re going through, I’m so so sorry this has happened, but we’ll get you through it, I promise.” I said with the up most certainty because, I’m looking out the window right now and there’s only one brand on every vehicle out there….

But my goal was to reassure her that we could help her out of this terrible situation Tom and her were in.

I continued, “So I think you have a rough idea of what we do, but, so you understand fully, I’m going to explain it in detail. I work for a company called The Source Inc., We sell MER’s aka Memory Experience Recordings. MER’s are the experiences people like your husband have.

We record the moments that people like him, imfamous people, come up with their great ideas. I, the Sales Agent, time travel to the correct time period and nudge the idea into place. We have inadvertently become the source of information and ideas.

Anyhow, people in your distant future, the 3500’s and 4000’s, love getting to experience these moments. Legally, according to Time Code, we have to get a loved one’s approval to record and implant the ideas or beliefs.

Because of this, we do ask a few things of you:

1. Do not tell the ideator, your husband in this case, we helped or were involved in coming up with the idea, that defeats the purpose for us. They still come up with the final idea and solution, we are really just an intentional and calculated nudge in a direction towards a possible history we know to exist.

2. Don’t tell anyone else you worked with us unless you are referring someone that might need our help and have given them my card, the same card Anna Iris had you verify when you called in. I’ll give you a stack when I see you.

3. If we find out you did tell an unauthorized person, we will take the liberty to come back and undo our work. Which is messy and we quite dislike doing it at all, luckily people are usually so happy with what we do for them that they don’t have a problem keeping our secret.

If you think you might have trouble with this then we can absolutely implant memory blockers to erase the memory of this conversation for an extra cost.

Are you okay with all of this? If not, we can install a memory blocker free of charge and you can go about your day, no harm no foul, this talk will never have happened for you

How’s that sound Ms. Skies? Any questions?”

“Oh my, well, I really don’t have any other option. So yes let’s proceed” She said in a soft voice, I could tell she was unsure of whether or not this was all a good idea.

“I need to know a few things in order to provide you with the best idea or belief, first off, how pervasive would you like your husbands company to be? In other words, do you want his company and this idea to affect the community, the state, the country, the world, or the universe for either the next few years, next hundred years, next few hundred years, or the next few thousands years?”

She took a minute to think about it then responded, this time with a determination in her voice, “well, I’d like it to become the dominate transportation company. That’s been his vision since the beginning and I’ve always done what I can to help realize that dream. Believe it or not, despite running such a large business, he still finds time to be there for me. We have each others best interests at heart no matter the circumstance!

So I think we’ll take an idea that impacts the world for thousands of years.”

“Aww, that’s beautiful, I love hearing stories like that! Okay Sally Mae, next question, for legal reasons, are you willing to too approve that we record all of his experiences, feelings, and memories, from a first person view, up to one year to sell as MER’s to our customers upon the death of the ideator. In this case, your husband Tom Skies?”

“Yes, my friend told me all about her deal, and he’ll be dead anyway. Plus he’s already a public figure, I also think he’d find it really neat that people got to share in, and learn from, experiencing the joy’s of getting to do what he loves to do. He’s always talking about the feeling of discovery and epiphanies. He says the only thing better is being with me… and the orgasms I provide, but a close second.” She told me trying to convince herself it was okay to sell her husband’s experiences.

“Lovely! Lovely! Now, Ms. Skies, you’re asking for an A tier idea, it’s going to impact the world for thousands of years to come in many different ways. Let’s take a look at our options and their corresponding Charge Values. Anna Iris, could you give us a list of ideas and their corresponding Charge Value amounts”

“Certainly Jon!” Anna Iris said the friendliest of tones and presented a list on My LensHUD. The options she came up with were…

• Option 1: Start a Rocket Division with the focus on Astroid mining ….. Charge Value - ¿800,000,000

  • Paid with: The idea and 5 hours afterwards, 2 weeks of key moments in working on the idea prior to ideation, and the celebration launch party. Disclaimer: Includes any sex acts during the time of recordings, with at least 1 required.

• Option 2: Develop self replicating nano bots that auto repair the drones ….. Charge Value - ¿500,000,000

  • Paid with: Coming up with the idea and 5 hours afterwards, 4 key conversations that moved the project forward, 1 Key meeting, and any celebratory parties or awards.

Anna Iris in her sweet, empathetic simulated voice told Sally Mae the options. There was a few minutes of silence as she took a second to think about it. I like to let people have this moment, a lot of sales people talk way too much, I’ve found shutting the fuck up and giving people time let’s allows them to sell themselves and has provided me better results.

She broke the silence by asking a clarifying question, “will there be a surgery, or implant to record the experience?”

“No mam!” I responded in a reassuring tone, “we use Ocular nano-cams to capture everything non-invasively. The nano-bots go in and integrate with the neurons in the brain. It’s all very sciencey stuff I don’t want to bore you with. All you need to know is that they have never harmed anyone, and enter and exit without being noticed. We take the upmost care to make sure of this because we don’t want to lose our payment by being discovered, or having any of the recordings damaged during extraction.”

”Okay as long as he doesn’t get harmed. I think I’d like to do the Nano-bot Auto-Repair idea, Option 2 I think it was.”

”Lovely! What a great choice! I’ll head out later today to start implanting the idea, and collecting on our payment. I look forward to meeting you in person Ms. Skies. Oh, last thing, do you believe you can keep our secret or would you like to guarantee a sex act in exchange for a memory blocker?”

“Oh thank you Mr. Constant, Thank you so much! And if that’s the cost I can most definitely keep the secret, I don’t think I’m comfortable sharing those moments with other people.”

“Makes sense, totally understand. And I’m so very happy to help, but feel free to call me Jon, Anna Iris will collect the rest of the info I need. Have a wonderful rest of your day, or don’t, I’m not one to tell people how to live their lives. But either way, it was a pleasure chatting with you!”

Anna Iris hung up for me and I got out of bed, took a shower, trimmed the goods ole pubes and balls to .75 with the ManMower V45.0 auto trimmer, and started formulating my plan to implant this idea.

Part 2 has pigs…

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