PRT reasearcher Bryan Brand April 2nd 2004

I looked over the results.

"Nega-sugar, is showing the same results as last time."

"We can't release it to the public until we know it's safe, Bryan."

I shrugged my shoulders.

"It causes you to burn calories faster, as long as you don't have a heart problem or aren't on certain kinds of medication you will be fine."

"Check it again anyways, the PRT needs a lawsuit like it needs a hole in the head."

I sighed and ordered another trial.

"The AIDS medication?"

My superior shrugged.

"We need to do more tests."

"There haven't been any side effects other then increased appetite, it's a shame it only works after it's become full blown AIDS but this is the only massproducible cure we have."

He shrugged.

"It has to meet FDA aproval."

"People are dying, we have a working cure."

"AIDS is a E-ticket ride, they can wait."

I clenched my fists.

"And what about the people who don't live in the US who can't get them or afford them."

It was an old fight, my superior sighed.

"It's been three years it's mostly been cleared, I have a short list of companies willing to take that kind of risk."

He flipped a coin.

"And."

He pulled out a cell phone.

"This is the PRT Special District calling, we need to talk to Max Anders."

He paused, waiting.

"This is Doctor Green of the Special District, I know you're a busy man... Ok, we have the cure for AIDS and the PRT needs a company to distribute it."

He paused.

"You would have to share some of your profits as taxes yes... you got the first offer because we haven't finished all the trials, it's a high risk, high reward situation that's why we went to you instead of a larger firm..."

Another pause.

"Ok, we will have our people send you the paperwork and the samples."

He ended the call.

"Max Anders?"

"Medium sized company on the east coast, they put in a request to distribute medication and haven't gone belly up."

"Why not a bigger one?"

"Because if this goes tits up I'd rather the economic damage be limited to a smaller region of the country."

He sighed.

"So, next Project?"

I smiled as we entered a room with a glowing tree.

"Phoenix trees, grant people within a 30 meter radius a regenerative affect."

"Side effects?"

"Safe... unless you have cancer, if you have that stay away, but it does let you regrow limbs in time."

He crossed off a list.

"Looks like its being used in a few PRT departments already... ok put this forward to a general PRT wing, and open it up for military trials."

"Not civilian?"

"No, too much risk of blowback, so nega-chocolate?"

"Works, paired up with nega-sugar, well the results speak for themselves."

"Downside?"

"You shouldn't let an anorexic get ahold of it, but as a dietfood, it's a killer app."

He sighed.

"More trials, send it to the FDA, if it gets approved we will send out feelers for the major players."

"Because we need the funding?"

"Yeah, but only after it passes FDA approval, ok?"

"All right boss."