Trisha Trousseau: Rebooted

Trisha elevated her mood to the 33 level. Two eyes opened. Stars sped into her eyes. Goddess. 432.

Her green-blue eyes leaved, a slight tear near the edge. She entered.

GOOGLE:

"You all know Trisha, CFO of Nirvana Industries."

Trisha sat down on her leather seat. She stared blankly at the CEO of Google.

"We are here to discuss the possibility of symbiotic synthesis, an attempt to implant a superior human mind into a retarded subject for the purpose of making the subject into permanent mind-worker for both Google and Nirvana Industries."

"It's already been tried. Do you actually have any ideas in your brain?"

Trisha tried to remain calm but her hatred flared up like a forest fire. These Russian Jews were so fucking rude.

An image flashed on the screen.

"Here is the mentally retarded subject. Here is the brain of a man with a 172 IQ. The FX QUANTUM 220 synthesized their brains for a 1 year period."

"Where's the proof?"

"I present Harry."

Harry entered the room. Everyone clapped their hands.

"Harry, can you explain the theory of relativity in 30 seconds?"

"Time is relative. It is a translation of a moment. A translation is relative to the speed of light. Light is both a wave and a particle. Optics."

"He'll do."

The CEO of Google walked out the door briskly.

The Facebook CEO went over to Trisha.

"He's very busy."

"All the men are so busy."

"You want to have some lunch?"

"Sure."

"So what is Jason Kang like?"

"I never really see him. He attends meeting after meeting. I went over to his apartment once and he tore the carpet apart."

"How is he on feminist issues?"

"Well, I'm not really supposed to talk about the corporation."

"You can tell me. We're both women."

"He has many women employees, but all of them owe him something."

"What do you mean?"

"They all went to the best universities around the world, but he hijacked into the computers and got them in there for free."

"You must be joking me."

"No. I'm quite serious."

"How do you feel about that?"

"I don't really know. Is there any proof?"

"What about the genius bar?"

"The drinks are good, but he's really never there for anyone."

"You have a crush on him."

"Well. He's just so... he's such an asshole."

"Really. What does he do?"

"He writes stories, poems, and leads a pretty simple life. I suppose he pisses and shits too."

"Have you considered working for FACEBOOK?"

"No. I'm happy at Nirvana."

Trisha left the lunch and realized that she had said something about Nirvana Industries. She admired the woman from FACEBOOK for opening up the subject. What did Jason do exactly, she wondered?

AND THEN SHE SAW JASON. IT was just like that. There they were. He was sitting down and having lunch with a blonde woman with sunglasses. She was older. She looked like Catherine Deneuve. She stopped the car. She parked. She walked, and there they were. Jason looked back at her for a second and he looked like he didn't recognize her at all. He was shaking his head or something and speaking in French or something THE SON OF A BITCH. And then she realized that she wasn't even dating her. WHAT WAS HER PROBLEM?