Robots & Rockets

Dagmar Reynolds had always wondered about those vibrant locals who were always talking about creating an economy based on innovation and creativity and not currency. In fact, she was trying to envision a new engine comprising intentional collaboration and community building, in contrast to silos and secrecy like she experienced at work, when she heard the frogs sing in the mid afternoon sun in Texas.

As one of the leading minds on robotics research at one of the government’s largest spook boxes, Dagmar was constantly exposed to the place where brilliance meets madness, and so she took her days off very seriously. "Shit", she said out loud, not to anyone in particular, but more to everyone. The more that she researched and tested the many strains of highly creative and empathy-inducing marijuana, the more she realized that she had the wrong friends. Most of her friendships had began at work, and were people whom she just put up with, but they all seemed more interested in the meaning of money than anything else. This did not interest her, not nearly as much as the joining of technology and art and how the world seemed to misunderstand both. As she stared at the lilypad paint on the back of her nails and pondered this, there wasn't an empty suit in Tarrant, Texas that didn't hear her chuckle out loud.

Next Chapter: Chapter 3