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Harry Jones, Electrical Wizard. (standard:science fiction, 2207 words) | |||
Author: Oscar A Rat | Added: Jul 19 2020 | Views/Reads: 1399/982 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
One day while surfing the Internet a young man finds jewel, so too speak. A way to become rich. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story Harry hurried to a local hardware store and bought several common electrical outlets along with appropriate plugs, wall boxes, and cords. He also bought a few new rechargeable "C" cells. Returning home, Harry quickly screwed the parts together. They resembled the wall plugs in his room but instead sat on the table, unconnected except to flashlight batteries. Harry pointed his finger at each of them in turn and recited his 110 volt 60 cycle spell. He then plugged his lamp, with a new bulb, into one of them. He also plugged a ten-inch B&W television into another, and his computer into the third. They all worked. Harry had a hard time controlling himself as he waited first a week, and then another week. The appliances still worked perfectly. *** After waiting another week, Harry withdrew all his savings and spent it on supplies. Working in his spare time, he assembled 500 of the devices, mostly for 110 volts. He made a few in 220 and even a couple of 440 volt devices. They were exactly the same except for the plugs and the voltage and amps, written on their sides with a magic marker. The excited man gave a couple to each of his neighbors and some to his friends. Harry figured he didn't have to advertise. When people found out they worked, he'd soon have more business. It took another week or so before, getting home from work, he found two people waiting at his door. “You that guy giving away free electricity?” the first one asked. “I'm the guy,” Harry told him, “but its not free anymore.” “How much you want for one of those, then?” “$100. Take it or leave it.” “How I know it works.” “You take it home and plug something in.” “I mean, does it have a warranty or a guarantee or sumpin'?” “Nope. I have a lamp you can test it on before you leave. That's all. No guarantees after that.” The other customer turned and left. but the one talking said, “Okay. Let's check it out.” He followed Harry into the apartment. Harry reached for the pile of devices, chose one at random and plugged his lamp into it. When he turned on the lamp it worked. Harry unplugged the lamp and looked at the man. “Well, you want one or not?” Harry was not a born salesman. The customer considered a moment and paid the money. Harry thanked his first customer and the man left. The next day, there were five customers. Only one balked at the price. The third day, Harry quit his job. As word circulated, many more customers arrived. Almost all of them paid him the money. After only a week, Harry was running out of devices. He had so far made over $40,000 dollars on a $1,500 investment. With his profits, he hired three high school students to manufacture the devices and a salesman to help him sell them. Harry even had to retain an accountant to do the paperwork. He applied for a sales license and soon had a regular business going, “Jones Electric.” In another week he'd grossed over $100,000 dollars in sales. Harry rented a billboard on a major highway and advertised. His sales soon increased to $500,000 a week, with a staff of 30 people. *** One day, a month or so after he started sales, a limousine parked next to a fire plug outside his small storefront and two well-dressed men entered. They approached the manager. “Is this your store, buddy?” “No sir. Would you care to purchase a device?” “We want to see the owners.” “May I ask your purpose, sir? “Are they here or not?” “I'll see, sir. Please wait here a moment.” He left to see if Harry was in. Finding him in the office, the manager told him about the men. “Send them right in,” Harry instructed. “I'll take care of them.” The men introduced themselves as Jackson & Jetson, from the J&J Electric Company. Coming right to the point J1 stated “We would like to buy you out.” J2 finished with, “Name your price?” Harry sort of grinned as he answered, “I expected you a little sooner, gentlemen. I'm not going to sell. I have a simple goal and am not intending to drive you out of business. But then, that's up to you.” “We didn't come here to play games, Mr. Jones,” from J1. “We want you off the playing field, Mr. Jones,” from J2. “It is only a matter of time. Mr, Jones,” stated J1. “We will outlaw your device as unsafe,” said J2. “The paperwork has already been started. You will not only have to recall all sold units, but also pay a large fine and court costs.” “We will give you $20 million for the device, right now,” from J1. “No, but thanks for the offer,” Harry told them. “See you in court, Mr. Jones,” J1 told him, and the pair left. *** Harry enjoyed a good month, finishing with more than $20 million in profits. J&J lost a corresponding amount. Why pay monthly for electric service when you can generate your own? Harry was rapidly reaching his goal of 100-million dollars. He didn't put his profits in banks but salted it away using various hard to find methods. Some were buried, some in caves, some in undeclared foreign investments and the rest in other hidden locations. He also sent a manila envelope, with money and instructions, to an old friend across the country. About the time Harry had accumulated $90 million dollars in profit, he was served with a lawsuit to appear in court over his device. He was given three months to get ready. Harry went to see the J&J twins. When he was ushered into their inner sanctum, he noticed a third person -- an older woman -- with them. She was introduced as Ms. Jerkson, a lawyer. The three J's sat at one end of a long conference table, Harry at the other. J1 smiled and said, “I'm glad you came to your senses, Mr. Jones.” J2 told him, “We will have the check for you in a few minutes.” J3 finished with, “I have the agreement ready for you to sign, Mr. Jones.” Harry glanced at three widely grinning faces and told them, “I didn't come here to sell out. I came here to tell you that I changed my mind. The public is tired of being gouged by you people. I'm shutting down at the end of the month. Within three or four, you'll also be out of business.” He could almost hear gears grinding in their heads as they mulled over the last sentence. “You can't fight big business and expect to win.” J1 laughed. “I already have,” said Harry. “I've made arrangements to give my business to a charity.” He told them the clincher. “In two months I'll also place my secret formula onto the Internet. Everybody will be making the devices in their basements and garages, and for almost nothing. If you try to stop me from doing any of these things I have also made arrangements, out of my control, to publish it immediately. “You have a choice of going out of business in a few months time, or immediately,” Harry finished. He stood, grinned, waved goodbye and left the room. Even as he heard the door slam behind him, he could hear the three at the table blustering and arguing. A couple of days went by before a charity began selling the devices. Harry wanted them to have a short head start. Two months later, the secret formula, complete with spells, was published at various places on the Internet. Despite recent laws against it in the United States, people all over the world began enjoying free electrical power. In order to remain competitive, the United States was soon forced to rescind the new “Jones Laws” from their books. Harry, being a world-wide hero, could hardly be prosecuted. With the lure of free power, scientists soon produced “Jones” powered autos, locomotives, ships, and even airplanes. There was a new industrial Age. The “Jones Age” lasted for exactly fifty years. *** A huge Demon walked through fiery chambers toward his Master's lair. He opened a normal appearing door at the other end of the vastly-overheated chamber. Master Satan was found sitting on an asbestos sofa watching his favorite show, “The Simpsons,” on television. It had been fifty years since Harry retired to a country in the Far East with his 100 million dollars. When the show was over -- nobody interrupted the Master while it was on -- the aide approached Satan. “You wanted me, sir?” Satan grinned and told him, “Yes, Beezle. I think it's time to turn off that huge generator.” Nobody had ever wondered where all that power was coming from. Not until Beezle flicked a switch. The End. Tweet
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