2.b.vii
The D.O.S. had
three pages of notes, measurements, and figures jotted in a spiral
notebook. He really should have some
sort of palm-pilot-black-berry-i-phone-blue-toothy electronic device with voice
recognition software to act as secretary and make notes for him. He’d send a requisition to corporate as soon
as he was done here.
He made a few
more calculations and mocked up an algebraic formula to include in his report
making sure it looked complex and therefore quite impressive to the board
members that would be approving the funding for his plan. He’d probably get a huge bonus out of
this. Just the thought of all that extra
money caused a flutter of butterflies in his stomach. He imagined those butterflies to have
greenback wings and the sensation increased.
Or perhaps it was cramping. Either way, he liked it.