Orebro, Sweden
Sven Landerson wandered randomly around Digi Forge HQ, pausing in the 'games culture' room. Dozens of Light Complexes, Takk and Pheonix consoles where lined up, many wired together, with various games being played. Their was an unhealthy atmosphere to the place. Stale air, empty packets of junk food, a sense of inactivity.
"Oh hi, boss" said one of the geekier looking people.
"Hi, guys..." one or two people were able to manage a cursory nod before focusing back on their screens. "What you playing, here?"
"This is Zombie Chronicles, running on the Light Complex. Real good!"
"Well, remember to make notes for our design group. And please, take breaks, go do something else for a while, drink plenty of water, go to the toilet regularly... You hear me? We don't want an unhealthy image for our products. At that starts with you guys. Im serious here."
"I hear you boss, I'll take a break soon"
I should get tougher on these guys, Sven thought to himself. Messing up the Chi of the whole HQ...
Speaking of which, when he got back to his office, that wasn't exactly a harmonious atmosphere, either. Cuddly toys of various Takk games littered his desk, watching over piles of official-looking documents. Sven was really starting to hate those documents. They could wait a minute or two...
He sat down and swivelled on his swivelling chair, pushed a button on his desk, and a Takk console rose up from beneath a sliding hatch, displacing a model of the hero fighter from Jet Stream in the process. A few moments later, the latest development version of Ferret Wars had loaded, and Sven joined a game that others were playing somewhere else on the HQ network.
Half an hour passed in a flash.
"Noo, how did you get to the tank first!"
"Sven, just to remind you, the meeting will be starting shortly"
"Ah, thanks Jen", replied Sven, pleased with himself that he could now remember his secretary's name. He suddenly felt sweaty and tired. It would be good to get out of these clothes...
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Another half an hour later, he looked round the spa pool at the assembled aristocracy of Digi Forge.
"Ah, its so good that we can meet here, isn't it?"
He said, suddenly realising that most of those attending looked anything but comfortable. But Sven preferred bathing suits to work suits any day. He wanted Digi Forge to be a company that broke boundaries, in every sense. And anyway, the warm water was so relaxing, it was impossible to get stressed by anything that was discussed...
"So... Things have been kinda quiet in the industry, huh?"
"Yes, they have, sir", a skinny young man replied, "Sales are at record levels, but there's not much media attention on any games company"
"Everyone is still talking about Christmas toys and movies", a young and rather attractive woman butted in, "the pre-Christmas games rush started too early, and burned itself out. But we shouldn't be too concerned, so long as sales remain good"
"That is true" said an older man, boldly, "But sir, what of the sales and public interest we are missing out on? I think it may be time to publicly announce the X-project!"
Half the people in the pool now looked confused, as well as embarrassed and uncomfortable...
"Guys, please, no 'sirs' here, you know to call me Sven! And Halvor, you know we have yet to announce that little project to most of our own company. Besides, we don't even have much to announce yet."
Sven grabbed a glass of whiskey from the poolside, and took a sip.
"Oh by the way, any new games coming up?"
"Yes s-ah Sven, in-house team has that new platformer concept ready to take to the next level" said a slightly overweight young man.
"Good, good, that looked promising. OK guys, if there's nothing else, maybe we can wrap this up?"
"Well yes there is something else, Sven" said a stern-faced middle-aged woman, to the disapproving looks of those eager to leave, "there is the matter of the employee bonus, you know, the tax complications, fair distribution, and so on"
Sven raised his eyebrows, and took another sip of whiskey. Why was it that the most complications seemed to arise when he tried to do something nice?
"OK, ah, can we get some of those waterproof laptops in here, thanks"
So much for that fifth game of Ferret Wars...