Monday, August 22, 2011

Do I Still Get My Millions?

The following took place between approximately 2:00 to 8:00 am this morning:

I found myself standing alone on a dark road painted in deep browns, reds and greys. The sky was black except for a stroke of soft blue on the horizon where the sun would be rising in a few hours. There was no breeze. Everything sat perfectly still. Ahead of me was a desk and sitting behind it was Mark Zuckerberg. I had serious business with the man, so I walked over and took a seat.

He leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the desk, then said, with a face as expressionless as the landscape around us. "You think you're entitled to some of this money?"

I nodded. "Yeah, well... the idea for the facebook was partially mine." My voice was calm, but filled with strength.

"Everyone says that."

I knew it was true. Everyone wanted a piece of the fortune that had been made on the facebook and claimed that they were entitled to part of the proceeds. To Mark Zuckerberg I was only another flea, biting at his wrists, leaching off his successes. In my eyes, though, I wanted what was fair, and I knew I had an excellent case.

"I want fifty million."

"No way." His answer came even before I had finished saying "million." "I can't do that." He paused for a moment and looked up into the blackness above us. "If I give you that much money, I'll have to give everyone that much. It wouldn't work" He looked back down at me and grabbed a pen from his ledger. "You're right, though. I do owe you something..." And with that he began writing on a piece of paper.

I could barely believe what I was hearing, but masked my excitement by putting on a face as serious as his.

Mark handed a piece of paper to me "Here. It's a check for twenty million. I won't give a penny more."

(To be Continued)

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