Wednesday, March 1, 2017
Juggernaught: Chapter 16 - Seebeck Tower
Myron Seebeck stood overlooking the harsh windswept wilderness that was the Pannonian Steppe from his perch high in the arms of Seebeck Tower. The glass and steel monolith rose above the wild places like a glistening crystal, fallen from the pocket of a careless giant.
Seebeck was everything millions of men longed to be. He was young, attractive, fashionable, and in great shape, and, of course, obscenely rich! He had all the prestige of a CEO, and all the hot cars of a high-profile attorney. Women fell at his feet left and right, and men all called him "sir".
His parents had been inventors / slash / small-time business owners, who had come up with a new kind of semiconductor that everybody wanted. They gained immense success by producing a good product at a reasonable price. Upon their passing, however, their lone, and very spoiled son put a kibosh on that kind of foolishness.
All of a sudden, the world found the tech they had relied on for so long was now in scarce supply and available only at a premium price.
Cottage industries collapsed.
Small-time armies fell behind in their arms race.
Sure, untold millions found themselves out of work or worse, but the real point is, Myron Seebeck made a whole lot of money. He liked to brag that he was richer than Jesus and the Beatles put together.
If that was the least of his arrogance and blasphemies, the world would have gotten off easy. But it's a true saying that there's always a bigger piece of the pie.
Seebeck hadn't relocated his corporate HQ here in the middle of noplace because of the fresh air. Nor was he here because he needed cheap real estate. No, he wanted to do things that couldn't be seen by prying eyes.
At least... not yet.
Thus, he looked out over the horizion, seeing far more than physical sight could allow. He saw nations spread out before him. First this one, then that. Like a row of dominoes awaiting his touch.
His finger reached out to it, but stopped when it bumped the slick glass. "Soon..." he confided in the well-dressed reflection.
He gave a sly grin.