New Industria
26-02-2006, 02:03
((Please read the Galactic Genetic Inc. Factbook, just so you get an idea for who these folks are, what they are about. This is a meeting of national leaders (or their representatives) trying to get nations to support GGI. All welcome))
"...In closing," Doctor Reynolds said, his handsome face smiling benignly down at the room full of ambassadors, representatives, and some presidents. He wore a long, pristine lab coat that swished emptily below his waist. The doctor was legless, his lower limbs replaced with a hoverpod.
"Galactic Genetics was founded to serve the people, to make top-quality healthcare affordable to all races across the galaxy. In this effort we have been exceedingly successful. Products like Revitalis which can grow back severed limbs or damaged organs in a matter of hours, or Soma, the most effective depression treatment on the market were previously unavailable to the public at large. Regrowth treatments were costly and painful, depression unbearable... but no more. Progress, ladies, gentlemen, and Xenos, Progress is on our side.
We do, however, need the support of those Governments in whose territories we operate..."
The Doctor spoke on, each syallable quivering with enthusiasim. He was here, at the elegant Sunrise Hotel
(owned of course, by the GGI) on a moon in international space, floating miles above an uninhabitable gas giant to convince the most influencial members of tha galaxy to back his Corporation in the name of the Greater Good and Progress. If only they knew the cost of Progress. Hundreds had died in Corporate labs on backwater moons, planets, and asteroids at the hands of unscrupulous scientists. Thousands more had been killed by Corporate thugs because they knew to much, or stood in the way of GGI.
Such was the nature of Progress...
The delegates here, of course, knew nothing of that. They knew only results, only that the produced medicine by that pharmeceutical monster called Galactic Genetics was the best of its kind.
"...In closing," Doctor Reynolds said, his handsome face smiling benignly down at the room full of ambassadors, representatives, and some presidents. He wore a long, pristine lab coat that swished emptily below his waist. The doctor was legless, his lower limbs replaced with a hoverpod.
"Galactic Genetics was founded to serve the people, to make top-quality healthcare affordable to all races across the galaxy. In this effort we have been exceedingly successful. Products like Revitalis which can grow back severed limbs or damaged organs in a matter of hours, or Soma, the most effective depression treatment on the market were previously unavailable to the public at large. Regrowth treatments were costly and painful, depression unbearable... but no more. Progress, ladies, gentlemen, and Xenos, Progress is on our side.
We do, however, need the support of those Governments in whose territories we operate..."
The Doctor spoke on, each syallable quivering with enthusiasim. He was here, at the elegant Sunrise Hotel
(owned of course, by the GGI) on a moon in international space, floating miles above an uninhabitable gas giant to convince the most influencial members of tha galaxy to back his Corporation in the name of the Greater Good and Progress. If only they knew the cost of Progress. Hundreds had died in Corporate labs on backwater moons, planets, and asteroids at the hands of unscrupulous scientists. Thousands more had been killed by Corporate thugs because they knew to much, or stood in the way of GGI.
Such was the nature of Progress...
The delegates here, of course, knew nothing of that. They knew only results, only that the produced medicine by that pharmeceutical monster called Galactic Genetics was the best of its kind.