98 Lottery Machination (1/2)

Antigone is glad to see me.

I have been gone for about 3 hours since I had dropped her off at the Connors around 9am, relatively speaking. It actually has been several weeks for me.

Most of that time, I was being tortured by an astral dragon.

Fun time.

But as far as the Connors and my mother are concerned, I was in my office at home, working the whole time. None of them drops by unless something has happened. Antigone behaves when she is with her grandmother.

Antigone is currently dodging Mrs. Connors' attempts to feed her.

She probably didn't like the woman's cooking.

That makes me feel a little bit better since Antigone didn't like my cooking either.

In fact, I don't think Antigone likes anyone's cooking. What is up with that?

Regardless, I did tell Mrs. Connors that Antigone loves Heinz-brand foods. I have even left several cans when I had left my daughter here with her grandmother in the morning.

But I guess Mrs. Connors thinks she knows better, huh?

Like most people in America, Mrs. Connors has this unproven notion that canned foods aren't healthy, and when was the last time I saw her uses actual fresh ingredients to cook?

Um… like never.

She uses budget frozen foods because it is cheaper. Most middle-class households do.

Scientifically speaking, canned food is usually the healthier option since they are designed to actually preserve the food's nutrients. Sure, there are some immoral companies that added salts, sugars and preservatives amongst other things to their canned foods, but Heinz-brand canned foods do not.

The only real problem is Bisphenol A (BPA) contamination, but I am not too worry about that since the packaging isn't what you called industrial standards. Heinz products are processed and manufactured by Hydra personnel along with canning and packaging.

Only the best for my daughter!

I also brought her toys from Thailand. I brought some for Stephanie as well.

”Thank you, Mr. Maxwell. I love it.”

Stephanie acknowledges my gifts even if she probably didn't like them very much. She is curious where I have brought them from though, so she asks, and I response truthfully.

There is no reason to hide it.

My daughter, on the other hands, throws her gifts on the ground to make a point.

Bad Anti!

”If you are going to be like that then daddy won't buy you any more toys in the future. Actually, daddy will cancel those con… balloons orders.”

Antigone fumes as if she understands before demanding the toys that she had thrown on the floor. I pick it up for her and pat her on the head. She really wants her balloons.

”Good girl. Daddy loves a good girl. You're a good girl, right?”

Antigone jerks in response. She definitely understands.

”ab… abbb… bby…”

Antigone points at me when I feed her myself.

”It's daddy, Anti. Daddy. D-a-d-d-y.”

I correct.

Antigone is around 3 months old, far too early to make any legible word. Most babies say a few simple words when they are around 12 months ago, but I think she will be able to say her first word around 6 to 9 months at this rate, possibly earlier.

”So, what do you do, Max?”

Mr. Connors asks me when I finish feeding my daughter. She behaves when she is being fed the foods she likes, so it was very quick. She is now playing with Stephanie in the living room.

”I run a company, Terra Entertainment. You might have heard something about it on the news.”

I answer and enjoy a cool beer as I sit on a couch. I could never get drunk thanks to the nanomachines and my accelerated metabolisms, but I do enjoy the taste.

”Never heard of it. What does it do? Something relate to music or movie?”

Mr. Connors responses. He is trying to have a small chat with me in the living room.

It isn't surprising that he himself doesn't know about Terra Entertainment. Only the people within the entertainment businesses do, as the company has not released any movies yet.

But even when it does, I doubt someone like him will know. He doesn't really watch the news, opting to watch sports instead.

Mr. Connors is a typical man of the house. Work hard for the dollar in the morning and afternoon, and then becomes a couch potato at in the evening and night, not really caring much about anything else.

”Yes, something of the sort. What do you do, Mr. Connors?”

”Please, call me John.”

John Connors requests. And unlike the real John Connors, John has no illusion of becoming the leader of the human resistance. He works full-time shift in a food factory, processing meat and dairy products, ever since he was let go from a struggling construction company.

It is hard work, but it does make ends meet. But like all Americans, he dreams to striking it big. That is why he and his wife play the lottery every day. It is probably the only mean for them to get rich quick in this economy.

”If you have ten million dollars right now, what do you do?”

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