Get Ready for the Coming of Our Savior‑Investor
“I got you an investor,” said Princess Leah. The
girls were standing at the doorway of Sky Lukewalker’s
dense office that has seen better days. On the door
there was a little metallic sign saying:
::: Jetnot
& Lukewalker Labs, Incorporated :::
“And I got you hot coffee,” said Hunna Solo. Sky’s
oversized desk was loaded with diagrams, books and
instruments. In the corner, covered by a stack of
blueprints, the old desk of Professor Jetnot was
shying away. He refused to let it go and dragged it
all the way over from Oxfordicious 22. Sky, who was
leaning over a big and scrambled blueprint, didn’t
even notice that there was anybody new in the room.
“Look Jetnot, I’m telling you that the tri-phase
converter, with all due respect, would not be able to
overpower the counter pressure from the
Flux-Capacitor-Turbo. Surely not when the temperature
flow in the sub-ray cells rises above 2.75 on the
Richter-Nakamichi Scale.”
Before starting his answer, the Professor knocked his
finger on one of the drawings that might seem to
bystanders as if it was a wedding cake blueprint.
“Lukewalker you are clinging to N_O_N_S_E_N_S_E!
According to all the charting we have conducted, there
is still no evidence that this…this…
Flux-Capacitor-Turbo IS INDEED the cause for the
cybernetic warp of the linear photo-plasma nods. And
the Richter-Nakamichi Scale has not been
scientifically proven yet, so you cannot enter it into
our tri-phase logarithms.”
“Any idea what they’re blabbering about?” said Hunna
to Leah, “By the time they agree on their tri-phase
temperature, the coffee will be all cold.”
“To the best of my understanding they’re talking about
my grandma,” said Leah quietly and then loudly, very
loudly: “I GOT YOU AN
INVESTOR!!”
The two men raised a strange, unsurprised glance at
the girls. They must be still deep inside their
universe, thought Leah and seized the opportunity to
repeat her message:
“I REPEAT THE SPECIAL
NEWSFLASH: I GOT YOU AN INVESTOR! He’s coming at
two.”
Sky Lukewalker was the first to respond: “You don’t say! What
investor, what, speak up.” He sounded excited
while the old man continued to watch with an odd
expression, listening with silent suspicion. He has
seen too much to get excited over money. Leah felt
that her main audience now was Sky so she addressed
him:
 “His name is Mister Yorgenhooder. He’s
from the planet Silver 925, the son of a very wealthy
family that has almost unlimited funds to invest in
startups. And they want, says Yorgenhooder, a payoff
to investment ratio of only 0.95%!”
Jetnot’s expression became ever so crooked but he was
still silent.
Lukewalker asked: “Are you sure you got him right?
Maybe he wants 95%, or 9.5%, eh? Zero point ninety
five percent – sounds too good to be true, don’t you
think, Professor?”
“You know what I think of foreign investors. They just
want to drink your blood…”
“Professor, Professor, please don’t forget we
desperately need twenty million Galactic Credits or
even more – not including registration… here, have
some coffee… thank you Hunna.”
The Professor only nodded for thanks. “You remember
what I told you that night when we started, the dream
of two million and that’s it… hocus pocus and we’re
done. We are still fumbling with this stupid
Flux-Capaci---”
“O-kay o-kay Professor you are right,” the young man
interrupted, “But we have no choice. I say: we go
check out the investor, and whatever will be will be.
Worst case, we lose our pants.”
“My father’s pants,” said the Princess. Sky looked at
her with a wrinkled forehead. After a moment he
grinned and gave her a wink.
Sky Lukewalker glanced at his watch. It wasn’t
midnight yet.
“This is all good, we have 14 hours to get everything
ready. Let’s get organized – we must put order in this
messy room, otherwise…”
“He’s coming at two, I said,” repeated Leah.
“Sorry?” Sky was puzzled.
“2 a.m. – that’s a little over 2 hours from now.”
“AAARRRRRRRRRR!!!”
screamed Lukewalker, grabbed his red hair and started
jumping around as nervous as a crazy monkey. The
Professor got totally confused and spilled the coffee
all over the documents.
“Calm down, Sky,” Hunna gently grabbed Sky's shoulders
and looked into his running eyes, “We have a whole two
hours and we came here to help you guys. And if
necessary we’ll wake up the engineers to help out with
the reception. It’s only a foreign investor, not a
god, calm down honey.”
Several blinks [minutes]
before 2 a.m., the guys went to wash off the sweat and
dress up. The place was spotless and shining.
“We gotta have such an investor once a week – then the
office will be as neat as it should,” said Hunna Solo.
“Very true,” said the Princess, “And then
cashflow will be saner and Dad would finally buy me
the convertible Flying Corvette. You know, Dad doesn’t
spoil me as much as he used to.”
 Hunna smiled to herself. “I fancy a
weekend on Love Planet,” she said.
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