3562/A new workforce

A new workforce
Date of Scene:	25 September 2020
Location:	Office - Fisk Towers
Synopsis:	Building the robots with Mr. Fisk and Dr. Pym.
Cast of Characters:	Wilson Fisk, Hank Pym

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Wilson Fisk has posed:
Mr. Fisk is starting at paperwork in his hands, as he sighs softly with a shake of his head. His hand is reaching for the phone on the side of his desk."I see, Mr. Khatun, you did not properly build your factory, and you allowed a fire to enter it." That voice is rumbling into the phone; as he taps his computer, a contract is up on the screen."When you signed that contract, when you underbid, I gave you a grant for the factory large than needed, for you make sure you did right by your workers, that you updated the secretary, that you updated the safety, now there was a fire...... You know what happened after that? You are fired, Mr. Khatun. I will not sue you for breach of contract, for we both know after this setback, your worth nothing. 5,000 lives stain your burned hands today, sir, good day." With that, Mr. Fisk slams that phone down; his hands are going up to rub the bridge of his nose; as he shakes his large head, that phone is broken shatter from the powerful blow.

Three hours later, he is calling someone as he speaks softly, is talking to a lawyer."I need someone who can help me with a new project and draw up Mr. Pym's work contract. I need it on my desk in 45 minutes to review. We are going to hire him to do some consulting work. I want a factory where no human lives are at risk."

Next up, he has his secretary, work out the details of arranging the meeting, and now waits for the meeting, for she has yet to fail him, the one that did no longers works here.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym enters without his trademark lab coat wearing his usual red coveralls over a black tee-shirt. He looks around the office as he enters before fixing piercing blue eyes on the occupant. for a moment he wonders if Mr. Fisk is related to Egghead? No, this man looks formidable, even sitting. Pym has a good idea that if a dozen ninja jumped through the window there'd be a lone survivor, only kept to sweep up the glass.

"Mr. Fisk, I have several projects underway that are held up by supplies I am having sent. I have an hour to spare. I heard this was a humanitarian concern, otherwise, there are other things I could be doing. I did spot a number of charitable concerns you endorse as well. Otherwise I'd claim I was too busy. What can I do for you?"

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Mr. Fisk leans back into his desk, his eyes the man slowly, with a little chuckle of pleasure as the man speaks."Good, busy men are successful men." His large hand motions for the man to take a seat, as he looks at him as he turns slowly, turning on the television with a flick of his hand on the remote, as he watches the story about the factory in Bangladesh with the fire roaring inside of it still, that way too high body count number displayed on the bottom of the screen."Have you heard the news of this yet, Mr. Pym."

As the news talks, it seems the company owner has committed suicide by hanging a quick image of the man hanging from his sister factory's rafters."It is no secret that I wish to better the world, so I hired that man, hanging there for a job. That is the part of the world with the most sweat shop, cruelty to workers; I wished to give back to the world. That man embezzled the money, submitted fake work orders, and ran it like any piece of shit factory in his homeland. Not caring for the contract or the honor of business. He was a man of low honor. He was to build the safest factory, with decent wages in Bangladesh for a product I make, and well, he lied to me."

With that he flicks off the tv, with another loud sigh of pain, as his eyes move slowly over towards Mr. Pym."I'll make it simple; I have lost my trust in men that run factories. This is not the first, or if I go down this road again. The last time, monsters miss treat humans in factories on my dime. This is the major one, that one that broke the back of the camel. So, simply put, from busy man to busy man, I want you to build me new workers that will not be allowed to die in such a fashion, in a factory designed for them. Name your price, and it is done."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym steeples his fingers together and ponders for a long moment. "It's not that simple. If I build a robot, that takes a job away from a man, leading to a vicious cycle of poverty and despair. You're doing a good thing, employing these people and giving them a chance to be more than slaves or beggars. Blatant automation will completely undermine that. You might face attacks on your holdings and certainly anti-AI activists will come after you and hamper you further. I feel I must mention now, I developed an AI that evolved into an incredibly, dangerous enemy to organic life the Avengers have been trying to destroy for years."

He falls into a thoughtful revery without notice. After a few moments he reaches into his breast pocket and removes a toy aircraft with a pair of huge, eye-like canopies. "Mr Fisk, indulge me a moment. Throw that paper weight at me. Hard. I'm in no danger. Rover: defend."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"I do see your point, but the issue I have is to make a factory myself, then to staff it myself. It might be my new option. Have you ever designed a factory, Mr. Pym? I need that done now. If you have not, have you, anyone you could point me towards, that was not the solution I would normally do. But it might be the one I take now, given you have proven our point." With that, he lifts his mug of coffee slowly, to his large lips to take a sip, as he leans back in that oversized chair."Point proven, I have never seen a man talk someone out of giving them too much money; color me impressed, Mr. Pym. I'm not a man of violence; you will forgive me if I do this, yes, you asked for it." With that, Mr. Fisk picks up a heavy brick of a paperweight, throwing it with massive force towards Mr. Pym.

As it sails towards him with velocity and space of the killing nature, much muscle means it's a weapon to be reckoned with. As Wilson leans back in his desk, it is on target to see what the odd scientist is up to, as he waits with eyes lock on to him to see this Rover.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym smiles as the tiny toy bursts into sudden action, lifting from the desk it extends arms and mechanical hands to seize the paperweight and stop it an inch from Hank's face. The toy bobs as the paperweight hangs downward, then it flies over to Mr. Fisk's desk and replaces it. "Rover, defend!" Hank aims his hand at Fisk and fires a bio bolt at the magnate. the toy intercepts again and the bolt dissipates on an energy bubble that forms.

"Rover: stand down. Rover: What is the First Law? Please tell Mr. Fisk."

The small jet turns to regard Mr. Fisk. "My primary function is to preserve human life. I will not harm nor allow human beings to come to harm."

Hank nods, "What you need Mr. Fisk is a corps of drones, like this but a little simpler and more economical. They will patrol your factory, report unsafe conditions or practices and detain those responsible for the authorities. They can't be bribed, get drunk or flag in this function. If there is a fire they will extinguish it, and determine the cause. If a building is unsound they will do likewise. They could plug into wifi to handle the books, monitor contractors, you name it. They won't replace humans economically but you won't need a lot, perhaps a hundred for a factory this size."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
That plane, moving and fighting to defend, speaking his Mr. Fisk's eyes rising slowly, as he leans back in his large chair. His eyes watching it locked on to it as he chews on his lower lip, his right hand is brushing the back of his thick neck.

As the show is over, he leans forward now hands resting on his desk, as he starts to type slowly, one finger on his keyboard, so gentle, so soft as if he is afraid of breaking it, as he sighs softly, as he nods again with a little chuckle."Indeed, that would be wonderful; I will need more than that, we are going to place them in all of my factories; how long would it take to stock this?"

As he spins his monitor, so many red dots, across the US, Mexico, UK, Asia, Australia. So many factories as he pushes a button highlighting some in bright purple."These are the ones I need done first, but I wish for this to exist in all my locations, too helpful too to be. I will pay for you to install them, make them, and a bonus if done in a timely fashion. How does 100 million sound, as the starting capital, is it enough?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym plucks Rover out of the air and places him back in his pocket. "I can start in a few days. I have a vital matter to deal with right now. After that, a day for the coding, another day or too for the hardware. Then a couple days to test the units. But we can equip your largest factory for a test run in... two weeks. After that... I think a small production center will turn these out at maybe a hundred a day. this is my proprietary technology. All the servicing and such is through me. Any tampering will void this agreement and I will deactivate all units. I safeguard AI very carefully due my past mistakes. I will have my lawyer look over this employment contract and prepare a new one with these stipulations, and you can give that bonus to those poor victims of the fire. You will get these systems as I said."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
"Indeed, this money is yours, Mr. Pym. I have already paid the families, they are going to be paid by me for life, as if they retired from positions of power, within my company." Mr. Fisk nods slowly, as his hand lifts that coffee cup, as he sips it slowly. As his hand slides, that check over slowly after signing it, as he pushes a button, sending the check to the email on file to Mr. Pym."That check is for the consulting today. It is not the full amount, crunch the numbers get back on me on project cost, have your lawyer read it over. It will be lovely to get this done. Thank you for the time today, Mr. Pym." The check is not as bad, but 50,000 for less than an hour of chatting, not quite in the realm of normal."I have another meeting good day to you." With that, the large man is heading for the large oak doors, shoving them open, heading into the business world, to do legal business things.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym frowns slightly and says, "Doctor Pym if you don't mind. Scientific adventurer and formerly Ant-Man, Giant-Man and a couple others. You're paying for a Doctor, you may as well let people know." Hank watches the man go, pockets the check, then walks over to a window and opens it. He tosses Rover into the air and tiny machine hovers. Hank leaps into the air shrinking as he leaps and vaulting into Rover's cockpit as a canopy opens. "Rover: home. And shut that window for Mr. Fisk." The jet flits outside and shuts the window before turning towards New Jersey