CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Gentle orchestra music played through the surround speakers in the theater. The same area where last week’s product reveal to the investors took place.
The one-hundred-foot screen loomed on the blackened wall behind the stage.
A podium and a microphone stood in the right-hand corner.
The thousand seats that were empty right now would soon be full but standing room abounded behind the last row of seats.
Room for the press and any other people who wanted to attend today’s extraordinary reveal.
Scott appeared on the stage and walked over to the podium. He angled the microphone closer to his mouth. "How about now?"
"Yeah, that’s better," came a male voice through the speaker. It belonged to the technician, who was entombed behind glass in the technician’s box on t
