MANSTAT
By Alfonso Borello
MANSTAT is a work of fiction. Any similarity to anything or anybody is unintended.
Copyright © 2012 by Alfonso Borello
All rights reserved.
Published in the United States.
Cover design by Alfonso Borello
Also by Alfonso Borello
A MINIATURE LIFE
SIGNORINA
GIALLO
For you,
My dear reader.
C-1
“All I want is a gadget that understands people,” I explained to Cassini, the engineer.
Cassini nodded, and kept taking notes on his Moleskine; he was wearing a lab coat and never raised his head. The designer, Durman, was sitting next to him; his Alienware laptop fan whined as he loaded the auto cad.
“How was your experience with the last smart phone?” Cassini asked.
I raised my eyes to the ceiling, “WP7?”
“You just want to forget about it,” Cassini finally raised his head.
“Every time there's an update, which of course I download, something stops working,” I replied.
“It's quite irritating, isn't it?”
“Irritating? Listen, if they want me to be a tester, they must pay me; besides I really don't have the time for someone else's failure. I told them to jump in the lake and get me off the contract; I'm building my own phone.”
“It's going to take some time; we're dealing with something which has never been done before, at least at this level.”
“We don't have much time,” I replied.
“I was planning on working on an existing platform, and make improvements as we go, just to speed things up,” Cassini suggested. Durman gave him a quick glance and nodded.
“I don't really care what you're going to do, as long as you make the damn thing flying, and I really mean it,” I said.
“Time frame?” Cassini asked.
“Ninety days.”
“Unrealistic.”
“You're the best in the business, that's why we are here; get more people on board, get them from MIT, from NASA, from the sushi bar downstairs, do whatever.”
“Alfonso, do I have carte blanche?”
“This is what I'm willing to pay,” I snatched his Moleskine from his hands and jot something down.
Cassini nodded, and smiled for the first time. Durman gave a quick glance at the note; sweat was dripping down his forehead.
“Color preference?” Cassini asked.
“Anything but pink; it's just never grew on me for some reason.”
“I need a rough idea about the spec sheet, please.”
“I won't do a spacewalk with it, but make sure it's the ultimate gadget, and don't sell the design to the Chinese, please.”
“Material of preference?”
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MANSTAT
Mystery / ThrillerBored with the conventions of life, he was committed to create the ultimate companion, MANSTAT. He hired the best man in the business. He paid him a small fortune. He gave him carte blanche and praised the creation of such a marvel. Nothing will eve...