Armin Ulf Zolaas

"Wolf....wake up....wolf.....Wolf!"

You snap awake.

"Oh good, you're awake."

"What in God's name Mike..."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just catching some shut-eye."

"By sleeping on the floor in the supply room?"

"It's the quietest place in the building and it's always empty except for a short window of time at 7:00 am 12:00 pm and 5:00 pm. That's when the janitors come in and do janitor stuff."

"Right..."

"So...what's up? Why are you disturbing my beauty sleep?"

*sigh* "We have a meeting with the board of directors. You haven't forgotten, have you?"

"No of course not. Uhmm...what..what time is it?"

"It's a little past 10:10 am Wolf."

"WHAT THE FUCK!! YOU COULD'VE LED WITH THAT MIKE!! Jesus, I'm late!" You quickly get on your feet and you feel a little lightheaded. "Shit, headrush!" Shaking off your dizziness you run as fast as you can out of the supply room and towards the elevator.

The board of directors were holding a meeting on the topmost floor of the 101 story building while the R&D department, where you were, was 15 floors below ground. It wasn't by accident that the R&D was kept below ground. Your company, NanoSwarm Inc., of whom you were the majority stakeholder and CEO, was involved in highly sensitive and classified military research to look into the applications of nanobots for the super-soldier program.

Although this program was shelved years ago, the invention of programmable nanobots made it possible once again. You realized that these nanobots could also be configured to change the structure of carbon on-the-fly to make graphene. This way you could create ultra-strong armor. Not only that, but your research in nanotech also made replication technology possible, which was a total gamechanger. Nanobots by themselves could only perform a few specific functions. But when you gather a bunch of them that specialize in different areas, that's when the real magic happens. You now have an extremely intelligent and adaptable robot that can be programmed on the field with a few simple inputs to do any number of tasks like providing first aid to soldiers and repairing pieces of equipment to making new weapons on the battlefield. The applications of a swarm of nanobots were nearly limitless.

"C'mon c'mon c'mon you stupid elevator, go faster!" You tap your leg on the elevator floor impatiently as it slowly rises to the topmost most floor.

The elevator opens with a ding. As you enter you see a reception area and a door further ahead leading to the conference room.

"You're late Dr. Zolaas." It was the receptionist, a busty blonde bespectacled lady.

"I know. How are things in there?"

"Not good. They are pissed."

"Fuck!"

You steel yourself to go into the conference room. "Wish me luck."

"Best of luck Dr. Zolaas."

You let out the breath to calm yourself. "Showtime."