probably doesn’t want to flood the market,” Christopher commented. “It would draw too much attention.”
“I think they’ve plugged all the holes, but he’s really good at finding a way in,” I told Christopher. “I could send out some feelers, but I don’t want to leave any breadcrumbs that can come back on us.”
Liberty bolted to her feet. “I know…you should become a member of Linked and work it so you’re matched up with Cody. Maybe you could find something in his apartment or sneak a look at his computer.”
“Great idea, Liberty,” Christopher agreed. “The more time you spend with him, the more likely he is to let something slip.”
“Bad idea, Liberty…and Christopher,” I protested. I couldn’t deny that I felt a rush of excitement at the prospect, but I just didn’t think I would be able to coerce any information out of him. I was a whiz behind the protective shield of my computer screen, but my people skills left a lot to be desired. “Why not Killeen? She’s gorgeous and I’ll bet she could get him to spill all.”
Christopher shook his head adamantly. “The frat party was her last hurrah for a while. She promised me she’d take it easy until the pregnancy is over.”
I turned to Liberty. “Then, you should do it. You’re probably more his type than I am. I’m real sure I can force the algorithms to pop your profile up on his screen.”
“How romantic,” Christopher shook his head and laughed. “But no, it’s got to be you. You’re the only one that knows what to look for in his computer.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but I knew he was right…at least about that last part. It would take me weeks to teach Liberty how to get in and out quickly, without leaving a trail.
“We’ll call this Operation Cupid ,” Christopher continued. “Nice touch, huh?”
I sighed and tried to swallow back the swarm of butterflies that had suddenly hatched in my stomach. “I’m not sure I can…”
“Let me tell you about your new lover,” Liberty interrupted.
“Fine.” I gave up and tried to play along.
Liberty opened her tablet and woke it up.
“You’re using a tablet? Who taught you?” I was constantly amazed at how quickly she was embracing technology.
“Dallas,” she answered. “Anyway…like I already told you…Cody and his friend, Skip Waller, developed a paramedic role play game, and they got a really huge following all over the world. It’s called Medic Maze, and it has scenarios like terrorist attacks, plane crashes, high-rise fires, shootings, heart attacks, babies being born…you name it. You and your partner or whoever…and they can be computer-generated or real people from anywhere on earth…roll up to the scene, triage the patients and start their treatments while following protocols. Based on the accuracy of your diagnosis, speed of treatment and the effectiveness of the treatment itself, your patients survive, die, face a life time of being in a wheelchair or whatever.”
“Roll up, triage, protocol…what have you done with Liberty?” I teased.
“Ha ha. I’ve been playing the game all afternoon. It’s a blast. I had two die on the gurney, three in the wagon and some were DOA. I’m like the angel of death.”
Christopher and I laughed at Liberty’s dismay over the carnage she had created on line.
“They seemed real…some of the kids were standing there watching their parent die because I did the wrong thing,” Liberty cried.
“Okay…calm down. What else?” I couldn’t help but be impressed that a game could be so realistic and its players so involved.
“Cody and Skip split a 1.1 billion dollar payout when they sold Medic Maze . Cody also reserved a bunch of trade names for his next game about firefighters.”
“So Skip’s off building their next game?” Christopher asked.
“No, apparently, Cody also has the rights to the technology, the cache and the
“I think they’ve plugged all the holes, but he’s really good at finding a way in,” I told Christopher. “I could send out some feelers, but I don’t want to leave any breadcrumbs that can come back on us.”
Liberty bolted to her feet. “I know…you should become a member of Linked and work it so you’re matched up with Cody. Maybe you could find something in his apartment or sneak a look at his computer.”
“Great idea, Liberty,” Christopher agreed. “The more time you spend with him, the more likely he is to let something slip.”
“Bad idea, Liberty…and Christopher,” I protested. I couldn’t deny that I felt a rush of excitement at the prospect, but I just didn’t think I would be able to coerce any information out of him. I was a whiz behind the protective shield of my computer screen, but my people skills left a lot to be desired. “Why not Killeen? She’s gorgeous and I’ll bet she could get him to spill all.”
Christopher shook his head adamantly. “The frat party was her last hurrah for a while. She promised me she’d take it easy until the pregnancy is over.”
I turned to Liberty. “Then, you should do it. You’re probably more his type than I am. I’m real sure I can force the algorithms to pop your profile up on his screen.”
“How romantic,” Christopher shook his head and laughed. “But no, it’s got to be you. You’re the only one that knows what to look for in his computer.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but I knew he was right…at least about that last part. It would take me weeks to teach Liberty how to get in and out quickly, without leaving a trail.
“We’ll call this Operation Cupid ,” Christopher continued. “Nice touch, huh?”
I sighed and tried to swallow back the swarm of butterflies that had suddenly hatched in my stomach. “I’m not sure I can…”
“Let me tell you about your new lover,” Liberty interrupted.
“Fine.” I gave up and tried to play along.
Liberty opened her tablet and woke it up.
“You’re using a tablet? Who taught you?” I was constantly amazed at how quickly she was embracing technology.
“Dallas,” she answered. “Anyway…like I already told you…Cody and his friend, Skip Waller, developed a paramedic role play game, and they got a really huge following all over the world. It’s called Medic Maze, and it has scenarios like terrorist attacks, plane crashes, high-rise fires, shootings, heart attacks, babies being born…you name it. You and your partner or whoever…and they can be computer-generated or real people from anywhere on earth…roll up to the scene, triage the patients and start their treatments while following protocols. Based on the accuracy of your diagnosis, speed of treatment and the effectiveness of the treatment itself, your patients survive, die, face a life time of being in a wheelchair or whatever.”
“Roll up, triage, protocol…what have you done with Liberty?” I teased.
“Ha ha. I’ve been playing the game all afternoon. It’s a blast. I had two die on the gurney, three in the wagon and some were DOA. I’m like the angel of death.”
Christopher and I laughed at Liberty’s dismay over the carnage she had created on line.
“They seemed real…some of the kids were standing there watching their parent die because I did the wrong thing,” Liberty cried.
“Okay…calm down. What else?” I couldn’t help but be impressed that a game could be so realistic and its players so involved.
“Cody and Skip split a 1.1 billion dollar payout when they sold Medic Maze . Cody also reserved a bunch of trade names for his next game about firefighters.”
“So Skip’s off building their next game?” Christopher asked.
“No, apparently, Cody also has the rights to the technology, the cache and the
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