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a whole half a second! Heads are gonna
roll at MBEPSoft West for that one. Good job geek squad. More than
we could’ve asked for.”
    A bunch of ultra nerds in some other room
celebrate with awkward high fives,
    typing and ‘interfacing’ with their
computers in celebration of their successful marketing virus.
    The computer brags again, “Exact virus ad
campaign time in cyberspace… point five one seconds. Total ICs
infected, ten trillion.”

    The Captain loves it, “Ten trillion facebook
fucks want our shit now, let’s give it to ‘em!”
    Billy goes back to the supervisor control
room where pimply faced teens man computer terminals and sweat
nervously.
    The top of the warstore towers above the
tallest trees in the forest, eating it’s
    way to the forest edge. It gets closer and
closer as its mechanical roar gets louder and the rumbling moves up
the richter scale. It almost reaches the end of the tree line, and
a long second later the trees on the edge of the forest explode as
the warstore makes its grand entrance; the crowd erupts
simultaneously.
    The giant crowd emits every emotion
possible: people are running in circles
    like they just won the lottery, some stare
in amazement, some burst into tears. A few of the hardcore Ads
burst into a porcupine of 3D holographic ads. One particularly
enthusiastic Ad jumps from the top of a 3 story building, his ads
gloriously filling the air for a few seconds, then he hits the
ground in a splat and all his ads pop off. No one cares.
    Back in the warstore cockpit.
    “ Billy, can I go on break,
I need to call my mom and take a shit.” One of the non-descript
screen watching workers spurts out. His name happens to be
Robbie.
    “ No! You fucking idiot,
the sale’s in about 2 seconds, get ready. We need this
    sale to go perfectly or they’re gonna have
us sellin used robots to a bunch of Jawas!” Billy gets in Robbie’s
face, without the Captain around Billy goes all alpha male, “Jawas
Robbie!! Jawas! Do you want that? Do Jawas have enough money to pay
for your mom’s therapeutic hemorrhoid ass pool? No. I didn’t think
so.. So just do your job, you can shit and talk to your hippo of a
mother after we sell these bastards some good ole
    Telnet products. Okay?”
    “ Okaay, geez.” Robbie
says, then begins trailing off ,”My mom’s not a…”
    The Computer isn’t bragging this time,
“Government resistance very probable.
    Local law enforcement resistance – 95%
chance.”
    Billy doesn’t like that news, “Did you hear
that?! See what you did Robbie?!.. I
    hate you!” The supervisor slaps Robbie
across the face, hard. “I hate you! look what you did!”
    Robbie starts crying, but trying to hold it
in. He’s also simultaneously trying to
    hold in that shit he was talking about, but
lets a fart slip out he’s so stressed. His eyes dart back and
forth, no one noticed.
    The Captain is standing near the main front
window, looking out over the
    approaching frenzied street, like some great
army commander surveying the battlefield.

    “ See that Billy? That’s
the power, those bastards will do anything and everything to be the
first one in here giving us their money. Look at em go!
Whoowee.”
    Then after a pause,”Ok, are we ready to do
this?”
    A few screen watchers sound off weakly and
not in unison, “Yea” “yea” “ok”
    The Captain turns and throws a furious
backhand over the top of a row of
    monitors, hitting at least 2 screen
watchers. He turns into a drill sergeant, “I can’t hear you!”
    All of the screen watchers now respond, “Yes
Sir!”
    “ Better. Ok, lower vacuum
store entrances.”
    Looking at warstore from the crowd’s
perspective. You can hear giant mechanized parts moving and
unlocking. Two giant “arms” begin descending from the warstore's
side. The ends of each arm have what looks like a giant Dust Buster
where the hand should be, but with the words “Entrance. Have a nice
time shopping at Telnet” Below that their warstore