It became a thing, in the late 21st century, for businesses and even human persons to change their name such that it began with a number of Aaa's, so that they would be listed ahead, if not in SEO searches, in alphabetical ones.
First it was just a couple Aa's, and then the triple-As, but then folks just jumped to nine and more Aas to the point where it was just annoying to be alive -- every single business name started with so many Aas, that it just became part of the process of becoming a corporation that one was assigned a string of As at the beginning of the incorporated name.
So everyone could get at least one A, but you had to know somebody to get 9 Aas, or bribe somebody.
Come with me as we traverse the Poker Apocalypse. At the turn of the 22nd century, as Vanessa Selbst waits painstakingly for Doc Sands to make his move, we wait as she is on the verge of he 193rd World Series of Poker bracelet...and the world's fallen apart...and the tournament is taking place in the virtual mind-space of dead Vegas tycoon Steve Wynn...we call it Wynnworld.
Saturday, January 17, 2015
Is This It?
"How did you manage to find the signal?"
"Trial and error, basically. We extrapolated technical data. Their comms, I think they called them 'cellies.'"
"That's what Big John says they called them."
"Right."
"Same diff."
"You know it's not going to be easy. They said a couple months, but there's no way we're going to get through all these sims in less than a year, maybe two -- who the fuck is coming up with these projections? Margaret?"
"Keep it down."
"Was she at CERN, Margaret?"
"I don't understand why you won't call her Mrs. Pavlikovski."
"To her face, I do."
"But you always roll your eyes."
"She's none the wiser."
"Trial and error, basically. We extrapolated technical data. Their comms, I think they called them 'cellies.'"
"That's what Big John says they called them."
"Right."
"Same diff."
"You know it's not going to be easy. They said a couple months, but there's no way we're going to get through all these sims in less than a year, maybe two -- who the fuck is coming up with these projections? Margaret?"
"Keep it down."
"Was she at CERN, Margaret?"
"I don't understand why you won't call her Mrs. Pavlikovski."
"To her face, I do."
"But you always roll your eyes."
"She's none the wiser."
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