Businesswoman Chapter 347

Light drowned. The darkness of the building filled up the space and pushed the ideas into Fascinder’s mind. He sat at a desk and tapped away at a brand new desktop computer. He wrote with feverish abandon,

The content, well it pertained to the ideas of a madman. Just as sick as Common Man and Socialista, he poured his atrocious diction into his pages. He brought about the thoughts of a government lording over businesses while heavily using regulations and controls. But he took it further.

In his way of conveying the message, he wished to ensure that people get chained to machines…literally…that computer systems be plugged into systems or technology to use Bluetooth and WiFi to track, throttle, and disrupt the minds into making him more money.

The power he wished to wield came down like a snow squall in the middle of May. It remained unexpected and devastating. His role in serving and being served by the collective propelled him even more.

His hands, knotty and gnarled at his thirty-nine years tapped away at the glass keypad. Every drip of brain droppings splashed onto the page. The screen looked like a grimace and a frown all wrapped into one.

The best part was nothing. Fascinder left enough room for Socialista to slither her way to the desk and keep going with the ugly ideals propagated by the group. Fascinder coughed and laughed and died in his throat only to be reborn on the keys. He felt the motion of the room which really remained in his mind. He wanted to display his side of history as the best and the strongest and the pinnacle of human success.

He did this all the while snorting copious amounts of cocaine to the point that it hurt. He wanted the sting.