Death of a Salesman [Emerald / Desarae]
Jun 10, 2020 0:53:06 GMT -5
Post by marguerite harvard d2a (zori) on Jun 10, 2020 0:53:06 GMT -5
Desarae Baud
Sometimes she wished that she could be on an island far away from the capitol. Not one of the fabricated holograms or manmade beaches the city had installed, but a place with no other sign of human life aside from her own.
This thought usually came around three-thirty on a Tuesday afternoon when she was slated as part of the storefront crew to explain products to capitolites with too much money and time on their hands. Typically she’d be whiling away hours wading through code, but having joined a start-up business that was still understaffed and horribly mismanaged, Des worked the sleek shopfront one afternoon a week. Most of the time she’d explain different items to moon faced capitolites with the sort of halting interest that had them turn away and head right back out the door.
It wasn’t that she was terrible as a salesperson. It was that she had spent so long perfecting her craft and understanding of artificial intelligence, it felt more than a little insulting that she had to contribute this way (especially when it seemed folks far less senior almost never set foot in the shopfront). She had thought that maybe her performance declined in regard to sales they would take her out of it entirely, but even her overwhelming need to compete and meet goals made that impossible.
She was just too good at trying to achieve.
So that afternoon she sat atop a chair that seemed designed for a high top table, but positioned her above the sales counter. There were a whole wall of JANETS boxed to the wall on her left, recently having been updated with the most recent games information. On the other wall there were another gadget awaiting testing: the tribute tributes, or a collection of AI recordings of tributes in the games, a sort of pocket version of the tribute museum holograms.
When the buzzer rang out as a customer entered the store, Desarae did her best to fake a smile.
“Welcome to LYNDIS. Where our tech meets your specs!” God, she wanted to kill herself.