Morning all. I woke up with the I dream of Genie song in my head and I can not for the life of me figure out why. Usually something will trigger a song , but I can’t think of a trigger. It will bother me the rest of the day, so I thought I’d share. Feel free to hum along. Shall we jump into the morning prompt and see if it can dislodge the song?
Okay this was an interesting one. I think my brain started off with the young man meeting his idol and then I decided he had to be a self entitled young man who thought far too highly of himself and then I decided the idol has a secret plan. I don’t know what that is, because the timer went off before I got there, but I really like that. I still have the song in my head, but now I am wondering what the genius is planning. I guess that’s an improvement…
Wednesday, August 24th: It was a once in a lifetime chance.
It was a once in a lifetime chance. Allister pulled his shirt straight and exclaimed it for wrinkles, stains, specks of dust. He found nothing. Carefully he slipped his jacket on, performed a similar inspection and then straightened his tie. Today was the day and he wanted nothing to go wrong.
Sixty years ago when the world went mad, fighting to maintain living standards against shrinking resources and damaging changes in global weather patterns, one man had managed to wrench humanity from the brink of disaster. The technology he created was what saved them. His later innovations helped reshape the world. While there would never be world peace and different nations would always disagree with each other, he was the one person on the planet that everyone respected.
Many expected that after his achievements he would seek an important position. Instead he did not. He created the technology they needed, helped make certain that everyone had access and then retreated into his own private space. Some said he was working on newer and greater innovations. Others claimed that his brilliance having been spent he retired gracefully to become a legend.
Today, Allister had been granted an interview.
It was the first interview being granted in over thirty years. Everyone marveled that he was the one who managed to secure it. Allister knew he was envied and that there were those who resented the interview being granted to him. He didn’t let this bother him. He was used to people envying him. His family was one of the first to commit to the new tech and had made their fortunes on it. Even though he stepped outside of the family sphere and into news broadcasting, he still had the family name and money backing him.
He knew it made others irritated that he could skip over the more menial tasks that the other junior employees routinely did, his elevation through the ranks being rather meteoric. Others snidely claimed that it was only because of his family, but Allister knew he had talent. And the fact that The Mr. Wallace Fulbright granted him an interview was proof that others recognized it too.
Certain that he would give the exact right impression, Allister left his walk in closet. The bed was still unmade and now piled high with the garments he tied on and rejected for this meeting. He trusted that by the time he returned, his staff would have put everything to rights.
He left the bedroom, debated on the breakfast his cook left out for him and decided against it. He didn’t want crumbs on his clothes today, or god forbid coffee breath during his interview. It was with some reluctance that he turned away from the waiting tray. He was accustomed to a slow and leisurely morning. Today Mr. Fulbright’s interview interrupted it. The interview was scheduled early and Allister knew he would need to hurry to make it across town in time.
Ten til Midnight 