13th Oct2011

The Mindproduct

by Quintin

Henry sighed deeply, pulling the phone away from his mouth in a hope that the representative wouldn’t hear him. She did. She told him that it was an elective surgery, and those weren’t covered under his plan.

He couldn’t afford a better plan, not unless he got a better job. But that was impossible, without the surgery. Henry was at a disadvantage without the upgrade. His chip couldn’t run the newest operating system, which meant the new versions of the basic protocol apps were right out. Nobody hires someone who does math at a third of the speed of competitors.

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