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“That's solid A grade material, Agster. Love your work.” | “That's solid A grade material, Agster. Love your work.” | ||
[[A.J.]] nudged | The Squidboy wore a lapel badge. It said “{{Caps|Renfield}}” [[A.J.]] nudged him with his boot. All the signs. Tell-tale blue/red track-change marks running up his arm. Tossed-out [[rider]]s and [[mark-up]] littered the splintered cubicle. A half-done [[CBT]] module cycled lazily on his screen. | ||
The kid hacked out a wet splutter, shook his head and staggered up. Chalk motes lifted off his suit. | The kid hacked out a wet splutter, shook his head and staggered up. Chalk motes lifted off his suit. | ||
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Boone opened up the comlink on back to base. “He's pretty far gone, Aggie. I think it’s stale. But he's packing a red herring. Take no chances.” | Boone opened up the comlink on back to base. “He's pretty far gone, Aggie. I think it’s stale. But he's packing a red herring. Take no chances.” | ||
The squid kid said, “I teach you the Superman.” | The squid kid said, “I teach you the Superman.” He clawed back the pitch book. | ||
A.J. tried to grab it but the squid hung on tight. He | A.J. tried to grab it but the squid hung on tight. He hugged it close to his heart. | ||
Roly pressed the muzzle of his ’92 to the kid’s temple and cocked the [[NAV trigger]]. “Collaterslise ''this'', motherf—” | |||
The kid let go. | |||
Boone barked, “STAND DOWN, SOLDIER. Cool your jets, Cadet Punchface.” | |||
The kid leered at Roly, flipped bird and said, “how about you collateralise ''this''.” | |||
Roly bridled. [[A.J.]] snagged the OC. | |||
[[A.J.]] | It was fat, typeset small, laid out on custom narrow margins and US letter. | ||
{{Caps|[[Lexrifyly]] initial public offering}} | |||
[[A.J.]] goggled. “What is it?” | |||
The squid’s eyes glowed. They rolled in their sockets. All he could do was mutter, over and over, “''I have seen the future. I can get you a piece.''” | |||
[[A.J.]] flipped the pages there were plenty to go on. He scanned the risk factors. He glommed the financial projections. | |||
“What the hell is ''[[lexrifyly]]''? | “What the hell is ''[[lexrifyly]]''? | ||
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“The future” gurgled the squid. “''So'' clever.” | “The future” gurgled the squid. “''So'' clever.” | ||
A J. screwed up his nose. “But, it has no | A J. screwed up his nose. He stabbed the cashflow projection. “But, it has no forecast revenue —” | ||
“I know ” | |||
“— let alone ''profit'', in the next ''nineteen years''. It’s best case break even is 2046.” | |||
You’re all so quaint. So old fashioned.” Squidboy convulsed in bubbling, foamy laughter. “''That’s'' what’s so clever, man.” | |||
“How is having no hope of making money so clever? | “How is having no hope of making money so clever? |