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the parking lot with tire-squealing sounds. "Wow. I don't think
you should have pulled the levitating trick."
"I guess not."
"Looks like he overloaded and locked up."
"Yeah."
"Total systems crash."
"Massive parity errors."
"To the max."
We picked up the pieces of the twice-abandoned Apple and took
it back to the tech room. It took 3 days to recharge the store to
its former level of positive energy. By the end of those 3 days I
had the professor's computer repaired again, but this time it had
taken manual board swapping and spare parts. The professor hadn't
left a name or number for us to reach him --- in fact, we didn't
find out he was a professor until a few days later when the
corporate headquarters gave Nick a call. After the call, Nick came
back to talk to me.
"That guy called corporate and complained."
"You're kidding!"
"He told them you threw his computer at him."
"No! You're kidding! You're kidding!"
Nick shook his head. "His name is Screwtack, he teaches at
the University."
"Oh no!" I was terrified. "You set corporate straight, I
hope! I mean, Steve is my witness."
"Yeah, yeah, I told them all that. But they're sending
someone down from corp to check us out."
I shrugged. "That can't be bad."
"Naw. Don't worry about it." He laughed. "Business as usual
. . . except, don't go levitating anything in front of him."
"No levitating," I said. "I promise."
An unnecessary promise. When the corporate man, Denny, walked
into the store he sucked so much of the positive energy away that
I could barely work, let alone defy the laws of gravity. The man
had such a negative charge he was like an energy hole. The magic
drained away in a tearing, silent vortex, spinning into a sad,
mortal oblivion.
"Do you always play this music in the store during business
hours?" he asked Nick.
"Yeah. It makes a good working environment----"
"Well, that stops right now. This type of music is against
corporate policy." Denny peered around with cold, narrow eyes. "We
have corporate tapes with encoded subliminal messages that you're
supposed to be playing." He looked directly into Nick's eyes,
making Nick balk and inch backward. "They encourage customers to
spend recklessly and to prevent employee theft."
"I don't really think we----"
"You're not paid to think, only to sell." Cold, cold, cold!
Pointy nose, beady eyes. Perfect, stiff, unwrinkled black suit.
"Your prices are far below the standard."