3.b.viii
Franklin Buck
sat at a desk in the study of his five bedroom, two and a half bath, three car
garage home, of which he was the sole occupant, and gazed out upon the bubbling
water feature perched in the center of his richly green, obsessively manicured
lawn. In front of him was a laptop. The screen displayed a document which was almost
entirely white with the exception of one typed sentence.
My father was a business superhero named Ben
Buck.
It was
Franklin who had found the body.
A sudden beep
and a clicking whir sounded from his belt buckle, snapping Franklin
from his fugue. He pushed himself away from
his desk and examined the dollar bill shaped accessory. A small green light was blinking from behind
the serial number. He looked closer and
noticed that the number was positioned above a small window and that they green
light was actually coming from text that scrolled across a miniature screen
inside this window.
Our economy is in ruins and our nation stands upon the brink of
financial collapse. It is time we stand
up to those responsible. I ask that you
join me as I take up this task. All
members of The Union who are willing, please report to The
Office immediately. I understand that
not all of us are alive or able so I extend this offer, this plea, to the
descendants of our lost members or to anyone reading this transmission who is
willing to assume the mantle and fight against The Great Recession that not
only burdens our country but endangers the global economy. Please answer the call.
- Corporate Man
He would
answer the call.