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‘So what do we have, Jones?’
Imperia Jones dabbed away the sweat. Marvello Bronze was the ultimate demanding boss; having been hired to turn around the least successful communications business in the UK she didn’t want problems. ‘We’ve created a new set of broadcast sites that fit the latest planning criteria – these are very demanding, given the ecologically purist policies of the new Green government.’
‘And?’ Ms Bronze checked her wrist for message nodes and brushed them away.
‘Each site must fit completely with its local environment.’
‘Ok. Give me an example.’
Imperia waved at the screen, spelling the slide code. A 4D image appeared above the table. ‘This is the prototype we are running in the northern territory.’
Ms Bronze rocked back as the life-like water from the stream appeared to splash her suit. Imperia sniggered then stifled the noise at the look from her boss. Ms Bronze said, ‘It’s a cave?’
‘Exactly. But it is also a broadcast chamber, cloud repository and, um Post Office. Multi-functionality is the key criteria.’
‘Is this real time?’
Imperia nodded and looked at the image. A tall white-tuniced man with a long beard and staff stepped into the image and entered the cave. Imperia coughed. ‘I expect he is availing himself of the facilities.’
The two women froze as a very clear and obvious running water noise filled the room. They peered at the image; in the grey interior of the cave they could see, distinctly enough, the man had raised his tunic and appeared to be in the process of shaking something in his left hand.
‘Did he just…?’ Ms Bronze wrinkled her nose.
‘I think he may have. I’ll get our engineers onto to it at once.’
‘I don’t suppose you can put up a sign, can you?’
Imperia shook her head. She cleared the image. ‘About the site visits…’
Ms Bronze stood rapidly. ‘Message me. I will be busy.’