A New Wrinkle
IT services in Dallas had undergone a veritable Cambrian explosion of new technology by the time Kevin and Connor finally came to fisticuffs. CIA agent Mike Michaels had rescinded their supply of brain-enhancing drugs when he realized he had given them to Charismatic Kevin rather than Computer-Savvy Connor.
Thankfully for Connor, inhering tech knowledge kept him professionally afloat. Kevin had to go elsewhere, but he, too, had a silver lining for his playbook: he’d retained knowledge from his brain upgrade and could now design tech innovations. This is how he ended up working for his dad’s IT group and, also, why that particular institution began to see some downright revolutionary programming solutions almost overnight. The kind of things that came out of that startup were the work of decades condensed to days through algorithms ingrained in Kevin’s brain before the drugs were taken away.
Kevin resigned himself to working with his father— it wasn’t a bad life, but there weren’t squabbles like before. Kevin still remembered his last meeting with Connor, who said, “You stole my girl, you stole my career, and you stole my pills!”
“Wait, Connor! You didn’t know those pills were for you—”
“I found the notes, Kevin! Did you realize both supplies came with notes addressed to me?”
“Uh… I never read anything around a drug, I just take it. That’s my custom.”
“Customize this!” And Connor threw a punch— which would’ve been an impressive thing to do… if he knew how to throw a punch. But he didn’t and missed, making Kevin laugh and prompting him to pinwheel until Kevin had a bloody nose and a black eye. But eventually, Kevin managed to push Connor into a finely manicured fountain outside the company providing IT services in Dallas they both worked for. There was no bouncing back after that.
There’s something to be said for synchronicity. While ruminating on these events— and considering how he and his Dad could enhance the CTG Tech applications he had come to know while working with Connor— innovations like:
• Managed Services
• Managed Cloud Solutions
• Managed Security
• IT Projects
…and enough provisions for a dozen such bulleted lists, Kevin found a folded sticky note and a translucent nanite pill on his laptop. He knew it wasn’t from Dad; they communicated through grunts and hollers depending on proximity. So, he took the pill and was about to throw the note away when he said, “Now wait just a minute.”
The note said: “Main Street Garden Park, Midnight, -MM”
“MM…” said Kevin, “Some girl? Like… Mandy Michelle? Or…” He scratched his head and looked at his watch. It was eleven— it would take him thirty minutes just to get through town.
Kevin drove to the park with new ideas for IT services in Dallas playing through his head. When he finally arrived, it was already 11:55. He walked to the grassy center and didn’t see a pretty lady anywhere.
Perhaps it was the nanite pill he had taken, perhaps it was the evening air… but at last, he did notice a frumpy, formless shape in the grass. He discovered it was a dead guy. A dead guy with a business card in his hand that had two embossed, stylish “Ms” on the back, and the name “Mike Michaels” on the front.