"David C. Jones. Is a Scientist and a Friend to society" Or at least that's what the Mayor said at the press ceremony in downtown Elis city. "David, you will go far and do great things for the world and he'll do even better things working as an inventor and experimentalist at Markton Labs!" He was thrilled of course to receive such a promotion from a local inventor, to a full time inventor for Markton Labs. This had been his dream, sense he was young, and now it had become a reality. But Like any reality it comes with a price. David's first E.D.C. (Electronic Discharge Cannon) gauntlet, developed for the government agency: W.A.F.S. (World, Agency, Force, Superior), had been such a success that his agent got a hold of the Mayor and he acknowledged him as an actual inventor. For a small payment to the city from the E.D.C. gauntlet's success (Of course), I guess it helps that you're an inventor after graduating with a science scholarship from studding electricity day and night, for months. He knows more about it than Benjamin Franklin (Kite, Key, lightning storm, shabam!), or even Alessandro Volta (Maker of the Battery!)
David was worried he'd have to do even better when he went to work for Markton labs.
The Mayor-"You start working there in a few weeks."
David-"Thank you so much MR. Mayor Sir!"
The Mayor hands him a small trophy and say's-"Oh please call me Bill."
The Mayor's assistant walks up from behind him and say's-"MR. Mayor Sir? May I call you Bill?"
The Mayor looks over to him and say's-"No, Frank! Only he can call me Bill, You call me MR. Mayor!"
Frank-"Yes Sir, MR. Mayor Sir!"
David shrugs at the weirdness…
David-"Thank you Bill. I don't know what to say."
The crowd cheers and claps as he shakes his hand and walks off the large stage. Next on the agenda, was to acknowledge the people that had been making and selling stamps for thirty years. -"The group known as kipple stamps, has been making various stamps for thirty years…" He babbled on, to gain the trust of the public. David was happy for this free entry to Markton labs, but he was still nervous of the fact he might not be able to make something better than his latest invention's, and live up to the fancy prototypes that come out of Markton Labs.
Eventually he was on his way, back to his apartment in his fancy Blue Hotrod/convertible. As he makes his way down Main Street, He notices a smoke rising in the distance. He stops the car and stares, in hope that science could one day prevent things like this from happening. Then ambulances rush by him, and fire trucks. They cruse by in high speed, making the very wind smack him in the face (With the top down).
After they pass, he slinks back into his seat with the horror that others were being hurt, and he could do nothing.
He pulls up into the small downstairs garage, Getting out of the vehicle, he say's-"Car! Lock."
The car beeps. He heads up the stars a bit, and then pauses to hear something… Car-"Have a lovely evening MR. Jones, Sir
Down the hall, he enters a small elevator with the building Janitor.
The doors shut, and He leans over to press Key number: 6, on the elevator panel.
Leaning back to a standing position, he looks over to the Janitor.
David-"I don't believe we've met. My names David."
David-"Hello? My name is David."
David-"Do you say anything else."
David looks back over to the closed doors, to wait for his floor.
David-"I guess that's a no then."
The doors open and David Darts out, to avoid conversation continuation.
Fifteen more feet and he was in his apartment, six J.
His phone goes off, from the receiver. -Brrrinngg! Brrrinngg! He picks it up and holds up to his ear. After setting his small trophy on the counter, he say's-"Hello."
The voice on the other end-"well, if it isn't my old student and colleague, David Carter Jones."
David turns a bit, in astonishment-"Professor Kaharzi!? I haven't spoken to you in ages!" Prof. Kaharzi-"Actually, it's been about five years. But yes. It's me."
David-"what's the occasion?"
Prof. Kaharzi-"Well, I heard that you were now going to start working at Markton labs."
David-"News spreads that fast, now and days?
Prof. Kaharzi-"Well, actually I watched the event on T.V. and then the Mayor called."
David-"The Mayor called you? Why?"
Prof. Kaharzi-"Well, for one thing, I'm head of Markton Labs."
Prof. Kaharzi-"Yes, and Markton Labs always does a courtesy call to their new employees. Especially ones who have such a brilliant electrical invention records as you, MR. David Jones."
David-"What job do I have anyways?"
Prof. Kaharzi-"You are what you are. An Electric, chief inventor for Markton Labs. Maybe we'll put some new helpful eclectic inventions of yours out on the market. And start to provide you with an income."
David-"Awesome! That's Great Professor Kaharzi!"
Prof. Kaharzi-"Just call me Kaharzi! Now get some rest David, We've got allot of inventing to do tomorrow."
David say's with excitement-"Yes Sir!"
The phone cuts off and David hangs up.
He feels that he should go to lie down and catch some Z's… But the erg to get inventing has taken over. So he rushes over to his desk and experiment table to see his blueprints. He grabs a few rolls in excitement and sets them down on the experiment table to go through them.
A few of them fell on the floor.
Some hade the stamp label of W.A.F.S. on their corners, some had the word failed on them, some were labeled: Testing.
The one he pulled out was a blueprint of a suit. It wasn't anything special, but it did have a certain high-tech look about it.
The title of the blueprint David read aloud-"The Electricity Harvester Suit! This should be a good come back from my E.D.C. gauntlets! Now, what tailor is open this late at night that sells regenerative fabric?"
The next morning, David starts to pull up to Markton labs with a locked suitcase in the passenger seat.