"We need a complete list of all satellite and relay stations around the globe, and contacts to whom we may download the software."
General Johnson produced a list, and Breck began to transmit the files to every location. Once the software is installed, Globaltron would have access to all of the satellite power in the world. Breck spent the next several hours downloading the software to satellites, stations and grids around the world. General Johnson wanted to discuss other potential uses of satellite technology with Breck.
Since the turn of the twenty-second century, technology had taken on new strides. NASA was recognizing meteors, darkened stars and planets as threats to Earth's survival. NASA had been developing laser technology to avert disasters, and protect the planet from unforeseen attacks. NASA scientists began developing laser stations. These stations had the capacity to target and destroy impending threats from outer space. The only limitation NASA had found with the technology, was how to harness enough power to destroy the threat before it reached Earth. John pulled Breck to the side of the office, and they sat down.
"Mr. Marston, I have been giving your proposal a lot of thought. NASA has been researching the use of laser technology in outer space. Do you believe that satellite technology could be instrumental? Most of our research on the subject implements lasers from Earth. If satellite technology could be used. . ."
Breck's face froze with amazement. "It would take some research. We would have to design satellite stations with laser capabilities, but I think it may be possible. I will contact Greg Tucker, the president of Globaltron, and see what he thinks," Breck answered.
General Johnson patted Breck on the back. "This would be a joint effort with NASA of course. We will offer government concessions for your research and development," General Johnson agreed.
"Consider your offer on the table," Breck answered.
Breck shook General Johnson's hand, and they walked back over to Dane. The Secret Service car arrived at the White House to bring Breck and Dane back to the hotel. The day had been long but productive. Breck loosened his tie, and collapsed into the backseat. Dane climbed in the backseat, picked up his cell phone, and called Erica.
The phone in Erica's suite rang.
"Hi, Erica, it's Dane." "Dane. Where are you?" Erica said. "Breck and I are in the car. We are on our way back to the hotel," Dane replied. "How was your day?" she asked. "Long. I'm exhausted. Why don't you order us dinner, we will be there shortly." "I will, Dane. See you soon," Erica said. Erica hung up the phone and called room service. Erica wanted to make sure dinner was special. She knew Dane and Breck worked hard all day, and that they deserved something nice. Erica scanned the menu and decided to order beef Wellington and a bottle of red wine. "Hello, room service," Erica said.
