Hi, dear readers. Well, I’m off to the ski slopes for a week and who the heck knows what sort of wifi they’ll be. I will also be knackered and will probably fall asleep trying to write any meaningful posts (as if they were usually meaningful). So I’ve pre-posted a week’s worth and here’s a short to keep you going. Hope you enjoy the random selection. In addition my comments may be a bit thin on the ground. I still love you – honest. And to those whose prompts I usually undertake please excuse my absence. If I find the time I will have a go.
Egon Tusk steepled his fingers. A good day. He allowed his gravitas a moment’s respite and smiled.
‘Sir. Egon.’ Jeremy hopped nervously
Egon allowed his perfectly trained, beautifully sculptured right eyebrow a chance to rise. What great news did his PA want to impart, he pondered?
‘It’s the lawyers. Sir. On line 4.’
A cloud skipped into view; he brushed it away with the confidence of the serially successful entrepreneur. Four quick claps and the videocon came alive. ‘Yes Jon.’
‘We’ve received a writ. About the new car.’
Egon was not given to panic. His life was a testament to control. He had even trained himself to urinate in regular quantities. He ran through the possibilities. Angry competitors whose old technology cars would be redundant in weeks. Garage owners or power companies whose fuelling businesses would be history in a year. They would lose. LOSE.
‘Go on make me laugh.’
Jon coughed. ‘It’s a summons. The Federal Government versus Tusk Technologies. It’s seeking an injunction to stop the car’s launch. It’s accusing Tusk of breaking the law.’
‘What law, Jon? We went through everything. It’s silent, it has no emissions, it doesn’t wear any road surface, it is incapable of crashing into anything…’
‘That’s the problem Egon. An antigravity car might avoid all the old problems but it breaks the law.’
Egon tugged at his earlobe, a habit he had trained himself out of but which resurfaced at times of stress. ‘How?’
Jon looked down at something and then up. ‘Nature, Egon. It breaks the laws of nature.’
Egon Tusk curled his fist into a ball and punched the wall. The wall fought back and pain seared through his arm, proving at least one Newtonian law still applied: every action has and equal and opposite reaction.