looked down for a moment. “My god, we’re talking about becoming the food police,” he said quietly.
Schimmel smiled. His company genius was a quick study.
“That is exactly what we are talking about, but as we both know, it goes beyond that. Knowingly turning the importing and exporting of foodstuffs on its head is, well, we’ve already been through that.”
The big man walked over to the recessed bar on the south wall of his office and set down his coffee cup. He was smiling again. Some people shrink from captaining a ship, others thrive on it. Bob Schimmel was so far into his comfort zone right now, it was almost knocking Jason out of his chair. He smiled back.
“Please boss, continue.”
“Our objective, then, becomes a bit more complicated. Having something that will benefit all mankind should not be hidden. We will not, however, become the food police. What we are going to do is target specific markets, at specific intervals, and we will not stop farmers from harvesting and reusing our seeds. The only restriction we will impose, will be to prevent our customers from selling our seeds to someone else. However, in the beginning, we will assume a more conventional approach. Focusing on things like, increased yields per acre, and disease and insect resistant crops. The exotic aspect of this, the apples in the desert and pineapples in Minnesota, will be phased in. Timing will be crucial, but it can be done if we’re careful. This should enable us to spread the benefits, without causing turmoil in the marketplace. The crucial element here is our ability to design plants whose key characteristics will achieve only the goals we’ve set. No more and no less. That allows us to maintain control and keep a lid on market fluctuations. This type of arrangement can only continue for a limited amount of time, and requires that the full knowledge of this remain, for the time being, between us.”
“Would that not also allow us to maximize our profits?” Jason asked.
“We are not in business to lose money son.”
Jason thought about all of this. Something didn’t feel right. Suddenly, he realized what it was.
“Boss, if Germany, or the Saudi’s, or someone else who can afford it, needs to ante up for increased production per acre, or insect resistant crops, or crop diversion they never had, or whatever, that’s one thing. But what about the folks who can’t afford to. The ones who are already starving. How do they fit in to this equation?”
Schimmel was still smiling.
“Jason, when this thing takes off, it’s going to be bigger than anything we’ve ever done. That kind of revenue requires some pretty substantial tax write-offs. The best way to accomplish that will be through humanitarian channels. Now, Universal Biotech already supports charitable causes in many areas. We will simply expand our efforts of providing food, and the ability to grow it, to a much greater arena. At the risk of oversimplifying, the more we make, the more we give away.”
The big man sat back in his chair and relaxed, giving the young man in front of him some time. Jason considered what Schimmel was presenting. He really couldn’t see any downside. It seemed the perfect solution. It all hinged however on the ability to modify the crops in very specific ways. Schimmel hadn’t asked him if this was possible, and he hadn’t assumed. He knew they could do it. The information was all there in the lab reports, and Schimmel had, of course, seen the work in its entirety. But the technical knowledge needed to piece it all together would have been beyond anyone on Jason’s staff, had they the same access.
“Boss, modifying the crops...how did you know?”
The big man walked towards the floor to ceiling windows, which comprised the entire east wall of his office, and looked out for a moment.
“Son, there was a time in my life when I could have become one hell of an engineer.”
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She was inherently attracted by the dome. Most buildings were all 90 degree corners. This one felt so much more natural. Having it located right on the lake allowed her to align the domed building in the foreground and look past it as far as the eye could see, and see nothing but water. Bright, shimmering, ever undulating water. She felt the wonder of it, the beauty of it, understanding its interconnectedness.
“Sarah! Sarah, this way dear. We must keep up with the other children. Hurry up now, stay together.”
Her exhilaration faded. She quietly walked up the stairs to the entrance of the building and waited in line with the rest of the kids.
Alison could see the bus at the front of the planetarium as she turned into the parking area. The class she taught at the Art Institute only allowed her twenty-five minutes to get here, and the traffic was, of course, awful.
Running towards the entrance, Alison searched the line of kids for Sarah. She was not hard to find. Standing quietly at the end of the line, head down, body language expressing the quiet sadness of one who doesn’t quite belong. Alison felt her heart swell. She wanted so badly to just run up and throw her arms around that beautiful little girl.
When the room darkened and the sky of the planetarium came into view, with the thousands of stars suddenly before her, Sarah experienced…wonder. Concentrated passionate wonder. A sensation complete and total. She had never actually looked into the night sky before. Even if she had, she wouldn’t have seen what she was seeing now. The light pollution from the city blocks out this kind of detail, this kind of brilliance. It seemed all of the heavens had opened up before her, and for the first time in her life she felt whole, she felt complete. She felt she belonged.
She felt she was home.
After the sky show the children were all taken to the planetarium’s restaurant for lunch. Most of the girls were whispering and staring at the young man sitting with their art teacher. Miss Russo had a boyfriend.
“The brain is an exceptionally greedy organ,” Jason explained. “It’s very high in fat and cholesterol and will sacrifice significant amounts of bodily function to keep its glucose level intact. Sarah’s brain, being many times more efficient than the norm, requires much higher glucose levels than normal. When she started to concentrate heavily, her brain simply pulled so much glucose out of her system it put her into shock. She was, quite literally, in a self-induced coma.”
“But this has never happened before,” Alison added.
“Not that we know of,” Jason answered.
“But I’ve worked with her for months and never seen any indication of, I mean, it was like someone turned her switch to off, and just like that, she was unconscious.”
Jason sipped his coffee.
“How about when she draws?” he asked.
Alison searched her memory carefully. She had usually paid more attention to Sarah’s drawings themselves than her physical condition when she was drawing them.
“Well, she always did seem rather quiet when she drew, but she was so incredibly withdrawn to begin with that I just never really noticed.”
They both looked over to Sarah, and found her looking back at them, (of course so were the rest of the girls at her table).
“I can’t say for sure, but I don’t think there is any change in her when
