Genetech - Signitifcantly less of a shithole

Summer 2021, Week 4, Monday midday

Genetech, Port Victoria

Peter Clifford

So this was it. A crappy warehouse on the wrong side of the port. Greeaaat.... Oh well it's not the car it's the driver. Me and Andy are good fucking drivers.

Pete entered the warehouse to find it disused and in disrepair. Floorboards in the old office were coming up, the roof seemed to be falling down with corregated iron sheets piled on the floor, there were pot holes in the floor, cobwebs and dirt scoured everything and there seemed to be rates scurrying also.

Pete was a machine that week however, knowing that before anything could be done the workshop must be tidy and clean. He put up more roofing. Filled the pot holes and hell he even cleaned. Yes. He cleaned. The results were semi promising. A nice spacious area that they could build something from.

Andrew Moore

”Well, this is significantly less of a shithole”

He tested the floors, expecting to hear creaks and groans and heard nothing. There wasn’t a pervasive sound of water dripping through the roof, and he only saw a singular rat.

Peter Clifford

“You like? The machines arrive tomorrow. Mostly CNCs for the stuff you can’t handle yourself, as well as several high grade PCs for the boring side I’ll handle. Programming and what not. But aye man! It’s happening”

His smile was as wide as his fave allowed with the lines on his face even more present then before

Andrew Moore

”I fucking love it. Never dreamed I would have this much tech at my fingertips!” He looks around, grinning, before extending his arm “I got our little company a mascot - he eats spiders” Out of his sweatshirt sleeve pops a small gecko.

Peter Clifford

His eyes rolled at the creature. Yet another wayward creature to look after. Andy was more than enough. He did not say anything on the matter. Knowing it was an argument he would not win. “Anyway, my dads lawyers have drafted the agreement. I get 40% ownership, you get 20, dad 15, his associate another 15 and the rest of the 10% is a bunch of people i don’t know but, they aren’t relevant in this. We have a commanding share so fuck em you know.”

Andrew Moore

”Can we split it 35% 25%? You’ve brought the capital, but I’ve brought my powers, and Gerald the gecko, and that got to be worth more than 20%.”

Peter Clifford

“Don’t mean to be a dick here or nothing, I had to remortgage to get the rest of my money and I had the contacts as well as the big boy brains. Dads adamant I get the 40. I don’t wanna argue about it with him. It took a great deal for him to agree.”

Andrew Moore

He let Gerald jump onto Pete’s shirt

“Aww, he likes you. Or the idea of Hell.”

Peter Clifford

“God, fuck, shit.”

The lad tried his best to shake the creature off but clearly Gerald was far stronger than the Evo human. After several attempts Peter stopped trying and accepted his awful fate.

“For the record, I hate you”

Andrew Moore

”Nah, you love me and you know it.”

He flashes a grin and wanders off towards his work bench, leaving Gerald and Peter to bond.

Type

Record, Historical

Medium

Digital Recording, Text