The Industrialist

Chapter 18: Unitech

Every corner of the inland sectors had robotic vending machines that stored vast categories of various commodities and luxuries. Even small-scale jewelry shops tend to gain traction in this trending venture.

Lance knew the place. He would tread inside the Inland sectors, from Wraithport to Scorchgate and even in the northern parts of the City, adjacent to Bloomforge. Most frequently at Steamhaven District to indulge in tedious trading of common to uncommon level components.

He knew the markets, he knew the demand, and most importantly, he knew the buyers.

After the Tower Terminal 3, Lance took the tram, a bus-like train that passed along Mainstreet and towards the heart of Wraithport. Lance could smell the aroma that weaved through the openings of the Tram.

’Even the foods here are luxurious,’ Lance thought as he saw a series of pastry and bakeshops lined up along the boulevard.

’Someday, I will control factories,’ Lance thought upon glancing at an oversized logo of a cup and a toque, artistically combined in a circle and laced with neon lights on its edge. It was posted on the topmost part of a rectangular establishment wide enough to cover the whole city block.

He stopped at Junction Highway 15 as the Tram would travel deeper at the center of the Sector while he was headed to its outskirts.

Wraithport housed the largest Waste Disposal department accommodating three Eastern Sectors. A third of Wraithport had an aromatic smell of middle-end bakeshops and pastries but a quarter of the sector, facing near the Eastern wall heaved an appalling smell.

A smell that would sting your forehead as a metallic and rough scent would invade one’s nostrils. Lance was used to the smell, even in Steelpoint, the scent was sharper than in the Waste Management Facilities.

The Waste Water Management Department (WWMD) of Wraithport where Grebert was the plant supervisor was located in one of its facilities that covered six hectares of the sector.

Fortunately, Grebert was also responsible for the materials procurement and maintenance as the Mechanic Tier 3. Lance was lucky to have known Grebert for he was one of his major scrap buyers, not by Tyllrium but by rust-grade metal sheets for fabrications and pipe repairs.

The bakeries and other food manufacturing establishments were strategic to locate their facilities near the WWMD so as to easily dispose of their food and water wastes.

Wraithport city blocks near the WWMD had fewer citizens present on the streets. Mostly, citizens on this side of the sector did not give much attention to commoners like Lance.

Lance found a large digital advertisement that showed the new trendy shades that almost every inlander had their faces on. The shades’ frame was large enough to cover not only the eyes but reaching half of the forehead and to the tip of the nose and embracing both ears.

They were multi-colored and the users were very fond of having them. Some citizens used colors based on the day of the week that would complement the dominant neon colors used in inland cities.

"Glam your world! Unitech, a glimpse of the future." The Digital Ad screen announced after a graphic and artistically filmed advertisement.

Below the digital ad was a vending machine that stored the advertised trendy shades. Lance was curious; he stopped by the Vending machine to check on the displayed merchandise inside a metallic box as tall as his, with a transparent-looking glass that showed the merchandise inside, partnered with the same digital ad screen broadcasted above them.

They were colorful, indeed, and they came in different forms.

"Displaying features. Unitech Shades will give you access to holographic advertisements and can conduct real-time transactions. Unitech Shades are also used in window shopping in accredited malls. Just scan the item and pay online, and the item will be delivered to you. Would you like to know more?" The internal voice responded.

"That’s fine by now. Activate features," Lance said as a prompt of the shades’ feature appeared in front of his view.

"Initializing..."

Then after a few seconds, everything blew up to his face like a surprise. As if another meta world had appear before his very eyes. Lance could access every holographic advertisement that could not be seen by the naked eye. The skies were filled with holographic advertisements but would disappear if the shades left his eyes.

The neon-lighted environment was immensely magnified to a level of one’s annoyance or delight. Lance was enchanted with what had transpired. Oldies for sure would have utter annoyance.

’Good way for marketing,’ Lance thought about his farmed Zelkians.

There are about 30 million citizens that live inside Axe Central City and about 15 million of them are commoners, 3 million are considered in between the fine line of commoners and mid-classers. 10 million were mid-classers and 2 million were considered high-classers.

He estimated about half of the mid-classers usually in the younger generations had the Unitech shades in their inventory. And he knew that most of the mid-classers were now buying Zelkians in the black market.

Lance had gooseflesh upon the thought of injecting his Zelkian farm production in the advertisement section covered by the Unitech shades – in the black market category of course.

Luckily, black market merchandise was not sanctioned by the Corporation and Governing Laws Department (GLD), especially the acquisition of Zelkians. Lance knew that even the upper echelons, or maybe the Politicians had Zelkian pets inside their mansions to safeguard themselves from Rattus harborage.

After a few blocks of walking and enjoying the holographic advertisements made accessible for him because of the shades, he finally arrived at a square concrete facade that had a neon-lighted label on top of the front metallic door - WWMD Facility 2.

"Like to speak to Grebert, please Mister," Lance politely said to the security guard, also a Commoner. A lot of commoners who were employed in the inland sectors held the lowest ranks up to a level lower than supervisors. Commoners were never allowed to handle mid-management jobs as such positions were prioritized for the mid-classers.

"What for, Berkley?" The guard asked, sitting idly on a chair beside the metallic door. He knew Lance due to the latter’s previous transactions with Grebert, despite, the guard had obvious unkindness.

"I brought Tyllrium samples for him. I heard he had a lot of changin’ to do," Lance responded.

"A sec," The guard pressed the digital intercom on his arm’s length, "For Sup’ here. Berkley. Said he has Tyllrium."

The intercom shrieked a female voice as it responded. "Let him in."

"Go on, kid," The guard said after he inspected Lance’s bag. The guard pulled out the Tyllrium and he was familiar with the component.

’" Samples," Lance said.