CEO to A.I.

The Greenland firm, much surprised to discover their long forgotten project had such a knack for business, began to license out its overhauling services. Which naturally led to a rise in competition, as businesses began to market their own A.I.’s to get in on the profits. Which naturally led to businesses realizing that they could just make the machines themselves and not pay the exorbitant fees to these firms. Which is how Dithers found himself sitting at his desk, unsure of what to do or say to a machine that had as recently as that morning forbid him from playing games while working. He tapped up his X-Gear and downloaded Winterfresh’s office layout before punching in the simutronic link. The walls were an almost intangible color of blue, supposedly some kind of ivory. The black walnut panels that interspersed each section were equally amazing, causing the eye to naturally follow the rows of white and black to a desk in the center of a great room. Behind the desk were windows, which revealed a dark and stormy landscape. Lightning flashed, not too brightly but just enough to make me squint. “What do you think of this shit? I just had that fucker re-done by some programmer, Eu Cherie or some crap. He called it ‘Imperial Office’. Cost me a goddamn fortune but hey, I’m paying for the name these days,” Winterfresh said from the desk. Dithers’ boss seemed to be in a good mood.