Gildenmere DMZ, Myrellion
04-10-3027 17:12
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(Ringtone)
(Ringtone)
STEELE: Yes?
SMITH: Good evening, and congratulations on securing the third probe, Ms. Steele. My name is █████ Smith, and I speak on behalf of Steele Tech's Board of Directo—
STEELE: What do you want?
SMITH: Ah, straight to the point then? So much like your father.
STEELE: You don't know much about me then.
SMITH: On the contrary, Ms, Steele, I know
everything I need to know about you. I know the bars you frequent, the names of your lovers, even the flavor of the ration bar you had for breakfast this morning. Caramel and cinnamon... it seems that someone has a sweet tooth.
STEELE: ...
SMITH: Oh, don't act so surprised. Our new data collection policies were quite transparent. (Cough) Anyhow, the reason I have called you at this hour is to ask you a simple question: should you reach the final probe, what are your intentions with your father's share of the company?
STEELE: If you know so much about me, you should already know my answer to that question.
SMITH: Very well, I shall recite them for the sake of confirmation: you wish to depose the Board and bleed the company dry with frivolous charities, chasing an egalitarian fantasy and trampling everything your father worked so hard to build. Do I have that correct?
STEELE: (Laughter)
SMITH: I fail to see how the fate of your father' s company is a laughing matter.
STEELE: Oh man, they weren't kidding. (Laughter) Say the words 'solidarity' and 'union' a few times, and all the suits start pissing their pants.
SMITH: Oh come now, Ms. Steele. You do not seriously believe you can run the third largest mining conglomerate in the UGC like that little co-op brothel on Khaleen.
STEELE: And I suppose that we're better off under the leash of our benevolent corporate overlords. Tell me, how does shareholder boot taste?
SMITH: (Sighing) Ms. Steele, why do you think Steele Tech has the reputation it does? Why do you think we can afford such
luxuries for our employees? It's because underneath all of your father's childish idealism, he never forgot that the bottom line must come first.
STEELE: And look what good that did. He spent three years painstakingly un-fucking the mess the Board made on Accadia, and the moment he was pronounced dead, they went straight back to using Carver's slaves.
SMITH: Despite what you may believe, we are not unreasonable. I assure you that the Board will be more than willing to negotiate new contracts with our indentured employees — in exchange for your cooperation. With time, I'm sure we can arrive at a mutually beneficial arrangement.
STEELE: Once I find that last probe, Steele Tech will not have indentured workers
period. Tell your masters they can go eat a bag of dicks — and not in the fun way.
SMITH: Careful, Ms. Steele. The Rush is a dangerous place. People go missing all of the time out there.
STEELE: Is that a threat?
SMITH: We'll be in touch.
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