Corporate Man is called in to investigate reports of vile, unethical business practices at Great American Business Company. What he finds there just might destroy him (except we all know the ending to The Tragic Death of Corporate Man so it should be fairly obvious that it can't really destroy him, though it can come close).
Enslaved by the Bonus Whores is an all new Corporate Man Adventure Serial. Chapters will post every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
Friday, December 21, 2012
The Tragic Death of Corporate Man
a hero for capitalism;
champion of the working class
by Tom Landaluce
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The lighting was stark, as if no shades of grey existed between the swaths of black and white. In the cramped room a man lay on a medical gurney, a blocky mechanical arm, recently attached to his shoulder, oozed a clear pus at the suture lines. Antibiotics seeped from bruised flesh which extended halfway across his chest, up his neck to his ear, and down to his hip.
The man’s eyes were dilated and his lips cracked. Tangles of wires and tubes from various medical and mechanical machines, life support and diagnostic, fell about him, draped from suspended equipment. There was a smell, like axel grease and afterbirth.
“Try wiggling your finger,” said a weasely looking man in a bright, shadowless lab coat. His fingers clattered against the chunky buttons of roundish keyboards and ten-key pads. A stream of green numbers filled the black screen of a small monitor, whirs and clicking noises sounded in accompaniment.
The index finger of the mechanical arm spasmed in a series of jittery clunks.
“Good. When you have rested there is a battery of tests we need to run through. It will take several hours but is quite necessary in order to properly calibrate your new arm. As per your specifications, the imprinting mechanism–” the man in the lab coat paused and reached for a lever on the forearm of the mechanical appendage. With noticeable effort, he slid it forward and then back again creating a distinct ca-chunking sound. “–is functional. A small housing underneath holds a maximum of twenty carbons. Be sure to carry additional slips in a belt pouch. It will serve you well in future business endeavors. Speaking of which…”
A form moved in the shadows and a silhouetted shape edged around the room. It said, “Your upgrade was funded by an associate of mine and was done relatively free of charge. He requires only a nominal monthly fee for the use of the equipment as well as a percentage of what you charge your clients for your services. Additionally, when you are called upon to do a job for us, a discounted rate must be extended. Wiggle that cybernetic finger if you understand and comply.”
At first, nothing happened. Then the finger moved.
“Great,” said the man in the shadows. “I’m glad this all worked out, Commander Credit.”
The shadowy man stepped into the light.
“I too have a military moniker. You may call me Captain Apathy.”