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The security system at New Wave Biomaterials was nothing that Guy Null wasn’t prepared to deal with. He’d been studying the schematics on the way over to the company’s manufacturing headquarters while on the train. Mr. Baulker used to be the head of the international research and development department. While he coordinated a lot of the in-house research, a great deal more was spread through any of the three continents that the company had built development and manufacturing labs in. Between India, Great Britain and the United States, they all operated independently and with a guiding corporate force behind them. In Guy’s thinking, it rather sounded like a horrible way to do business, however, the separation of the research departments allowed each department to work on separate projects without anyone stepping on each other’s toes. Whatever they were doing, it seemed to work because the company managed to increase market share by seven percent year over year. It was quite a feat to grow so much and dependably when many other corporations seemed to thrive or fail on the market’s whimsy.
The train stopped with a lurch and slight screech of worn brakes. The doors hissed open and commuters eager to leave exchanged places with commuters eager to board. Humans tended to look a lot alike to Guy Null. It was only when he was supposed to pay attention to someone did he then pay attention to the human’s little idiosecrencies. He wondered if humans thought the same about machines. He shook his head. No, humans are too entwined in their own world to even care what machine looked like, as long as the job got done in the end.
Guy stepped from the train to the platform and the smell of the manufacturing section of the city struck his sensors harshly. The people here dressed much more casual than everyone else in the rest of the city. While machines did the majority of the work, it just wouldn’t do to get a nice suit wrinkled while on the job, now would it? Guy sighed. He needed to try and let go of his disdain of humans. Every once in a while it would creep back into his though process and he’d work on eliminating the source. The subway train platform was solid duracrete and the walls patterned in a soothing colored tile that held directions in many different languages in a most helpful pattern. Guy took the stairs out into the bright sunlight and held his overcoat close against his metallic body. If no one really looked at him, he passed for a human out of the corner of your eye, but just barely. The coat and hat were yet another way for Guy Null to separate himself from the human world, a lesson he learned a long time ago in what seemed to be a different age altogether.
The large megaplex that held the manufacturing center of New Wave Biomaterials was three blocks to the east. The central nexus hub that covered the security was two blocks west and one block north. The cables that connected one building to the other ran under the city and through one transformer box located just one block north of Guy’s location. It honestly didn’t get much better than this. Crossing the street, Guy prepared the schematics in his head. The plans were slightly outdated, but it was the best he could obtain with his limited hardware. Encryption services were a hot business these days and it was easier and more reliable to interface directly with the system than to interface by proxy. Hardware would always win out over software, and Guy didn’t just buy replacements with the money from his cases, he also upgraded as much as possible. As the hardware became older, it also got more expensive and harder to find. In an alleyway between a drug store and a gas station sat an indescript box attached to the wall of the drug store. The box hummed to Guy, almost as if enticing him to open it up and play around with its innards. With a flick of the wrist, after a careful look down the alleyway, the cover popped off easily and a constellate of cables and wires shouted out to him in a wall of sheer electronic noise. What he was about to do wasn’t remotely legal and he made a timestamp remark to erase this section of his memory when the job had been completed. You can never be too careful.
