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Security. Upon orders of the President I cannot discuss this subject, and neither can anyone else in this room." The General looked at Jones.
    Gill saw the black bird shit a white ball that fell to the ground. Great timing, he thought. Really got to get rid of these birds, and these military pukes---where does this all stop?  They got me by the balls. Don’t do the deal and find some poison in my coffee some day. Do the deal, get caught, hold the bag and fight the Justice Department. Hell, at least Justice doesn’t have a bunch of idiots studying ways to kill people.  They’re the lesser of two evils.  Just go after the money, these pukes will understand that.  All they’ve read is that I’m after money. They don’t understand it’s the thrill or running shit, owning things.
    "Well if it’s national security I can understand. What I would like to know is how much MicroIntel gets for doing the deal?" asked Gill, keeping a straight face.
    General Schwartz smiled. "I told the men you were a simple guy Mr. Applebee.  Look, I can’t promise money but I can promise that we’ll use our military connections in Japan to make sure the Japanese accept your AD 2100 product. Once that’s online, the President will push through legislation to run the whole US infrastructure on this system and we’ll have control of everything. The people in this room, along with President, will run the US like it should be run."
    "Sounds interesting General…you can count on MicroIntel."
    Gill thought to himself: Another day, another deal.
     
     
                  

Chapter 3:  Flying Away
     
    Date:             February 10, 2021
    Place:             Earth
    Location:        Davichi Home
     
     
    One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one's work is terribly important. " - Bertrand Russell
     
    "640K ought to be enough for anybody. " - Bill Gates in 1981
     
     
    Susan loved Paris—although she had never been there physically. Her books were love stories. Robert read one entitled Mon Amour Phillipe. The story started out with a woman named Michelle falling in love with a man Phillipe whom she’d only met once on a train to London.  With Michelle it’s love at first sight, and she follows Phillipe back to Paris.  She entices Phillipe into a relationship but realizes he is a perpetual cheater: loving, lying and loving again. Michelle decides to kill the other woman Phillipe is dating, using explosives. She car bombs the other woman, thinking this will woo Phillipe into loving only her. Eventually she kills Phillipe with a pressure sensitive bomb under his toilet seat because she cannot attain his true love. Before being caught by the French police she blows up the Eiffel Tower and a French Airport. 
    According to sixty-six publishers this new type of explosive love novel was ahead of its time.
    Robert went to Paris three times at the request of MicroIntel. The French government had required the French division of MicroIntel to remove all English Web site information from the French MicroIntel Web Site (which was actually hosted in the US). It required the company to do all business in French, even though half of the engineering staff were Americans and spoke only broken French, or none at all. Robert was against the move but the French put a 15% tax on all MicroIntel Software.  Compliance to the "French Recommendations" removed 10% of the tax. The Internet was a losing battle for France, forcing them to become proficient in English. It didn’t matter to the French government; both American hamburgers and MicroIntel Software had special 5% sin taxes. Gill was infuriated by this new connection of MicroIntel’s software to hamburgers.
    On a trip to Paris both Robert and Gill were hit with cream pies. The two men throwing the cream pies yelled:  "Viva La France---stop speaking Anglish, parlez francais, you hamburger software imperialists!"
    Andre Voulopontif, a