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Phillip Weyland, son of the late Charles Bishop Weyland sits at his desk sipping scotch. He reads the front of a newspaper on his desk that reads 'WEYLAND DIES! NO AIRES TO COMPANY!' "How dare he do this to me!" he says with in a sour tone. "I'm his damn son for god's sake, and yet he cuts me out of his will!" He smashes his glass against the wall and slumps in his chair. Suddenly his secretary comes in.

"Mr. Weyland?"

"Yes, Michelle" he says while rubbing his forehead.

"Someone is here to see you."

"Send them in please" he says while composing himself.

As she leaves the room a man wearing a suit comes in and sits down. Phillip looks at him curiously, "Do I know you?" The man opens his brief case.

"No, you don't know me Mr. Weyland, but I have something you might be interested in."

Phillip folds his hands and listens. The man pulls out a piece of paper and slides it across his desk in front of Phillip.

"Mr. Weyland I work for lets say, a very big company who has discovered something incredible."

Phillip looks at the paper and raises his eyebrows. "Who exactly do you work for?" The man continues,

"I work for the National Aeronautics and Space Administration, or as some like to say, NASA." "What you are holding in your hands are complicated plans for a space craft capable of reaching far off worlds hundreds of light years away."

"So why come to me Mister.., whats your name again?" Phillip says while handing him back the paper.

"Lets just call me 'Mr. X' he says with an eerie grin. "I came to you Mr. Weyland because your father was a great man who appreciated the gift of technology. I thought you would share that same..." he is quickly cut off by Phillip.

"My father was a stupid man who chased dreams Mr. X! He never saw reality, he never saw the truth! And in the end he chased those dreams right to his own death! Now please leave my office."

The man closes his briefcase and stands to leave. Phillip crumples the paper and throws it in the trash. Underneath is the headline that reads about his father's death. Phillip quickly thinks to himself.

'If I make this discovery personally...I could take over the company! The share holders would side with me automatically!'

As he is thinking Mr. X turns to walk out the door. Phillip catches him before he can leave. "Mr. X, please forgive me. Sometimes I speak before I think." Mr. X smiles and sits back down. Phillip sits and continues; "Now I am very glad you have brought this to my attention but, what is in it for you?"

"I want in on the mission to the planet" he says while folding his hands.

Phillip smiles and leans in to shake hands, "This will be the discovery of a lifetime Mr. X, the greatest discovery of all time!" Mr. X leans in as well,

"A trip worth dying for Mr. Weyland, a trip worth dying for."